"Why don't you tell me about your week, hm?" Rei put your bag away for you, while you just felt like collapsing on the bed entirely.

They follow after you, laying down with you as they reach a hand out to massage your back. Just some soft kneading on your shoulder blades, some squeezes on your shoulder... But they hope it's enough to relax you. That's what matters.

"That feel good, dear?" They eventually push you till you're laying on your stomach, continuing to caress and massage your worn out muscles. You hum a satisfied yes to them, and they chuckle softly, happy to help you relax. "So dear... What's troubling you?"

You hesitate to even spill it. Knowing how they will go out of their way to help and listen to you, even if it exhausts them. You try to brush it off, telling them it's fine and resolved, but they're not convinced. Or rather, they know you're keeping it from them...

"My sweet thing. Am I not your partner?" Rei asked while gently carding their fingers through your hair. "Am I not meant to hear and help your burden...? Whether that be by helping directly, listening, or offering my advice... Or even if I can't help at all, won't you tell me? I promise, you will not tire me out. I'll always have energy for you, even if I'm exhausted of the world."

Such sweet words falling from their mouth... As usual. As your partner, they never fail to flatter and amaze you with their sincere declarations, as if straight out of a classical romance literature... And can you deny them? Such sincerity, longing for your mutual trust and vulnerability, all they ever want is to be there for you as much as you have for them, and they mean that.

You sigh, your partner's words too persuasive and sweet, and you tell them all about your week. From mishaps and miscellaneous troubles at college, occasional relationship tiffs with your friends, even the petty drama... And they listen intently, wrists never resting as they continue to press against even the sore spots you didn't know you had.

"That's far too many troubles for a single person in one week. You've had it rough through and through..." Rei massaged the area connecting your neck and shoulder. "But you braved through it. You can rest now, and I want to help with that..."

Rei leaned in, softly whispering into your ear, asking permission. "Won't you let me?"

Hearing that always made you shiver. Their voice was far too nice... So smooth, powerful, velvety... You gave them your permission, and they mumbled a little thank you before you felt kisses at the back of your neck.

Soft, thin lips made contact with the skin of your nape. Rei rubbed your shoulders, letting you hug a pillow to allow your comfort. Anything for you.

"My darling has been through a lot this week... Since it's Friday, let's relax, alright? You've done plenty to make it through, so let me pamper you." Rei's hands shifted to holding your hips, making sure you get the hint of what they're suggesting. You gave them your approval.

Knowing Rei, who's often so teasing and smug in bed act this way... It was out of routine, but definitely not weird or unwelcome. In fact... They're good. You're starting to feel a lot of your tension melt... And that's just their touches and kisses.

You could hear small whispers of praise leave Rei's mouth, everything from your skin, your voice, and how you love Rei, nothing goes unnoticed as he worshipped every little thing. They don't leave your moles, marks, or your scars unappreciated, kissing and lightly touching every little one.

Even every little contour, dip, and curve of your skin. Even if they fold as you squirm, he leaves no part untouched. Rei's lips reach your navel and they look at you one more time for your permission to undo your bottoms.

"Let me help you forget. However it may be, I want to help, love."

They're too sweet... Far too loving for you. But who are you to deny them? You allow Rei's hands to take off your clothes as they lower themselves to kiss your inner thigh and unclothed sex. They pull down your underwear entirely, lips softly sucking on your sensitivity. Their fingers trail down to tease your hole, the other holding your thigh in place.

Kissing around everywhere but your sex, he hushed you to be a little more patient for him. Using your precum to lubricate his fingers, he starts prying into your hole, slowly but gently.

Hearing your gasp, a smug chuckle leaves their throat, and Rei's lips start to kiss and softly suck on your leaking sex. Fingers slowly start stretching you open, as soft nibbles and licks press against you. The attention and care they gave had your thighs shaking, although Rei held it in place.

"Sweetheart, you're being so good for me." Lips part briefly just to tell you that, velvety voice praising you while Rei's breath blew against your sensitive skin.

Their fingers pick up, and Rei started to eat out your sex using their tongue like you were dessert— And to his defense, you do taste good. Using their spit to go deeper, Rei added another finger and pressed in to his knuckles. Those joints press your sweet spot like they already knew where they were, keeping the relentless assault while stretching you out.

Rei's tongue lapped at you more feverishly, sex buried in his mouth while the sting of his fingers start turning into pleasure. He's got no intentions of making you wait, but he prolongs the preparation a little with a third finger. Just to see how much he can make you come undone on his fingers alone.

You warn Rei you might finish soon. You're afraid he's a little too good at this...

"Hm? Then come, my love. Nothing's forbidding you from doing so. Besides... You can do another one for me later, no?"

Your thighs shook more, but Rei pays no mind. One more suck on your sex was enough to make you finish, eyes hazy as a shrill moan escaped your mouth. Surprisingly Rei doesn't lick up your release, as their mouth and fingers part from between your thighs.

Typically they would lick every last drop... But their eyes look at you, glossed and hazy with sheer love for their partner. But deep inside, there's undeniable excitement and lust for you.

They've always been that way. A little wild and rebellious inside... But always putting aside their desires to please you. Even as their cock strains against those pants...

... Maybe just this once.

They wipe their mouth and kiss your lips feverishly. You can still taste yourself on their tongue...

Desperate, Rei's bulge grinds against your sex, making him grunt like he needs this so bad. His grinding is slightly rougher and faster. Maybe he thinks it's okay since he's not actually entering you...

The kiss parts and Rei's ragged breath combined with a pleasured moan graces your ears. Bless their beautiful voice...

"Can I?" Rei had to ask... They'll back off if you don't feel like it of course...

But it's Rei. When have you not wanted Rei?

You nod, telling them that they can put it in. Excited and thankful, Rei embarrassingly rummages through the drawers for a condom and some lube. Their hands open the packet and they kiss you in gratitude.

One swift motion and Rei's shirt is off— such a beautiful body... Rei may be the thinnest in UNDEAD, they may not be buff or lean like the others are... But Rei is still so damn gorgeous. You make sure they know, when your hand starts to hold their sides.

Noticing the worship, Rei smiles softly. It's not that they felt a particularly strong way about their body... But boy was it great to be assured and loved.

Pants and boxers pulled down, you see Rei's length standing erect before a thin, sparse patch of pubic hair... It's not too big or thick... A little above average, and so damn beautiful. As beautiful as their whole body.

The condom rolls on with practiced ease, and Rei strokes it while pouring some lube on himself.

Once evenly spread, they put a pillow under your hips for a better angle and traps you beneath their body. They line themselves up while kissing your neck, sucking on it so sensually...

"You're beautiful. Thank you, dear... For loving me. For letting me love you..."

Rei pushed it in... Slowly.

You two moaned at the same time. Oh, how Rei loved this. They loved being close to you. Being literally one with you... Rei loves you so much, he was gonna cry if he continued to think about it.

Holding your hand to the sheets, they start kissing you again while their hips start to thrust in. It's not slow, just... Perfectly deep...

"Oh— Love...!" You feel so good every time. Walls around their length, squeezing them so right. It's not a hard fit. But it feels amazing.

Praises fall from Rei's mouth. After being halfway inside, they start picking up the pace. A slow pullout to the tip... And a deeper, faster thrust back in.

Rei finds all your good spots with practiced ease. They love nothing more than to pleasure you, and what better way to use that great memory than to know— how deep and what angle your g-spots are at...?

Their chest pressed against yours. How amazing this position feels for Rei. How close you two are. If you could just stay like this forever... Nothing but bare before each other, connected and so, so intimate. Rei is so madly in love with you, in love with being in love with you.

The pace picks up. You wouldn't think less of them for coming so soon inside you. What else is Rei supposed to do? They love you so much...

"Love. Love— Ahhh~!" Rei's moans get more debauched over time, when your walls squeeze their length so deliciously.

Squeezing it so nicely... You could honestly cry from how good it felt. How your body wanted Rei to be inside you... Oh. Your walls start to spasm—

"You're close, love? I won't cum until you cum first..." So selfless. Rei would edge themselves forever for your sake. Just so you'd cum before them.

Seeing you close, Rei decided to pick up the pace. It's not the usual slow and romantic pace now— But you welcome a change in your routines. Right?

Rei's tip hits the edge of your walls so nicely. Rei loved it when they kissed your insides like this. As long as you enjoyed yourself...

Oh. Oh you are enjoying yourself.

A tight coil snaps inside you, and you feel yourself clamping down on Rei as pleasure washes over you. Feeling your orgasm on themselves, Rei hissed but kept their eyes open to watch your pleasure. Oh, sweet pleasure...

If pleasure is so sinful... Why'd it feel like heaven when he gave it to you?

Rei had half the mind to contemplate that, before a knot snapped in their stomach and Rei had to support themselves up before they fell on top of you— and cumming as well.

Tears finally fall from Rei's eyes... Overwhelmed. Not by the sex... Partially because of the sex, but mostly... From how intensely Rei loved you.

This pleasure... This intimacy... They wouldn't have it with anyone else. No one but you.

Maybe they could make anyone cum. But Rei wouldn't want to worship and pour his affection lavishly on anyone else. Anyone but you.

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"Geez, you're so messy!" Izumi huffed while he pulled out some tissues, wiping the pen marks off of your face. You had been falling asleep in your lectures again, and it's clear.

The other students pass by the entrance, watching and stealing glances at you and Izumi being all close right after getting you out of class. They all recognize one of the big three idols of ES, amazed that he's here at their college campus... Yet their reactions to seeing him pamper you... You can't help but notice them, the way they seem to sneer, wrinkle their face, or even look disappointed...

Or was that just you?

You shook your head, trying to focus on your doting partner scolding and taking care of you, in his own way. He was caring in his own way, never wanting anyone to be anything but their best selves. No matter how arrogant he seems, he never insults anyone or degrades them. Especially not you; so you do your best to push your thoughts away...

Whenever Izumi returns to Japan, he always makes sure to go and see you at least once. One date. That's the bare minimum, but he'd like to keep that and go above if he could, with his tight schedule. He always spoils you, bringing you out shopping, taking you to cafes you might like, or just resting at home. He needs some downtime as well, and the fact that he spends it holding you is honestly, just sweet.

He's nagging you like a mom while you two walk, his hand firmly holding yours; although not enough to hurt. He's always so caring in his own way. Asking how your lectures and studies are going. Always messaging you and checking up on your social media to keep himself updated. He's already a perfect model, perfect idol, and now a perfect partner...

...

They're staring again. Those eyes that linger as you walk past, Izumi by your side. You avoid their eyes, but how is it that you know they're looking at you? They must be. Seeing the beautiful and famous Izumi Sena, and then you in comparison.

You, some average student. The best you've done is maybe earn an award or two in school. Maybe you got some good grades? Did you win that one time during the sports festival? Did you get best in your class sometime?

You don't remember. You were sure they were insignificant anyways. A bulb compared to the star that your partner is. He's beautiful, talented, hardworking... How you ended up with him is... Out of your comprehension.

He's... Making a bad decision. He's making the wrong decision. Is he keeping you like some circus pet he can laugh at? Someone worse so he can feel better about himself? No, he's not that shallow.

Something is wrong here. There's no way you... No way you got him as a partner. It's just impossible. Shouldn't he go for someone equal to him? Someone who can stand and share his spotlight? Someone worthy of his shine? Yet here you are, old clothes that were just randomly stuffed into your closet. Hair decently combed, you suppose? His designer clothes, his perfect skin, hair, and... Everything. Compared to your... Nothing. Something, at best.

He's making a mistake

You must've tricked him or something.

"...hey..."

Who are you?

Standing next to him like this...

"Hey!"

you're...

Nothing.

"Hey— Idiot!"

You snapped out, noticing he's looking at you with his arms crossed, clearly impatient.

"You nearly walked into the traffic! Geez... If I hadn't been holding you, you could have gotten hurt!" He scolded you. You didn't realize you two arrived at a crossroad...

You mumbled a little sorry to him. To think you've been so far into your thoughts that you caused him trouble. Really...

"You seem out of it today. Something happen?" Izumi asked, looking to examine what could be wrong. His tone makes him seem nonchalant, but you know him. He cares, he really does. And you'd rather doubt the sun than doubt his sincerity...

You try to answer, but Izumi can tell there's something more wrong than that...

"Don't try to lie. I know something's bothering you." He took your hand and led you across the road gently when the pedestrian light turned green.

"A frown makes you wrinkle, and stress is bad for you. Spill." He was never one to beat around the bush, as he urged you to tell him what's wrong.

"..." When he noticed your quiet, dismissive reply, he stayed quiet as well. He just led you to a park and picked out a bench with no one around.

The greenery, the open space, the plants, lack of people... It's clear what he's trying to do.

It's such a safe place to spill your thoughts and feelings... Not by entrapping you. Not by confronting you. Not by pressuring you. Trying his best to implicitly make you relax and take a literal breather in the nature and shade so you're calmer...

What did you do to deserve him?

"No one's around here. I'm not gonna force anything out of you, but you're really worrying me, geez! I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, I don't wanna press you either. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want answers." He crossed his arms, avoiding looking at you, but his tone soft. His shoulders relax, and he's breathing in the nature too.

...and here you are worrying.

He doesn't deserve you. Someone like you...

At your own pace, you spill everything you had on your mind. Maybe you changed some words to worry him less. Maybe you tried to make light of it. But you did your best...

Your average, your nothing; you spilled it to him, even if it's bit by bit, hints or clues. You avoid looking at him, but you can tell it's not a good reaction. He's calm, but he gets more irritated with every self insult and deprecation that enters his ears. He waits for you to finish, but you can tell he's just being polite. He's itching, waiting to argue back...!

"So, you think all this... You're troubled cuz I'm apparently too perfect for you??" And of course he wasn't happy.

You didn't understand why, just that he was.

"That you're average?" He pointed to your chest and leaned in closer.

"Stupid moronic you...! Dumber than a fish!" He's just irritated as he threw some words at you. Maybe it hurt, but he means it, in the best way possible. You are a stupid, dumb, moron in his eyes.

Stupid for not realizing the fact: You're worthy of him

Dumb for believing: That you're an average slob and trash of a human being.

Moron for thinking: That your love was a mistake.

"Use your brain for a second! You think I'd date anyone less than my standards? It's also insulting to me that you think I'd date someone as ugly, worthless and stupid as you're describing! You seriously think I'd commit to a mistake? Me? The perfect Izumi Sena??" He ranted, a frustrated look in his face.

"I NEVER make mistakes. Even if you were one, I'd have figured it out by now, don't you think?! Quiz me this, moron! If I never make mistakes, if I never settle for anything less than perfect, if I always see everything at their best... Why am I dating you?"

He's grumpy. Mad.

"It's because you are perfect. You meet my standards. You're... Already your best. I never settle for less. You know, you claim to be confident in me, but doubting yourself is a bigger insult here. How dare you think I'd date whatever the hell you just described?! Are you insulting my tastes? Geez..."

He leaned back, sighing after that long rant and closing his eyes.

"...what can I say, to make you see... The one and only face that is unique to you. Even if it's blemished and tired, it's yours. It's one of a kind. Your work. Even if you wanna take breaks forever and sleep... You don't see the way you lean in and scratch your head over your work, making sure it's done and passable before you turn it in. What about the way you understand? The way you see me and called me sweet?" He whispered, trying to pour his heart out.

He's never done this. Being mean was his default and love language... But he knows that can't help you right now. For once, he'll break old habits and... Show you. He'll tell you everything, every day, every time he's realized and fell for you a whole trench deeper. What must he do? He'd pluck his eyeballs and give it to you, so you can look in the mirror and see the radiance he did.

Whatever you just described, it wasn't you. He's going to pull out all the stops and tactics. Realizing you've been so insecure.

"Hey." He firmly got up and called for you.

"From now on, send me a picture of yourself every morning. Every new outfit you change into. Every time you pass by the mirror. I want to see it all. Do this, cuz when you do, I'm going to tell you without fail, that you're still beautiful and the same goddamn partner I love." He's cringing. So hard.

This is so embarrassing. But he'd go through this. Anything for you.

"If I ever catch you insulting yourself again... I'll make sure you never say that ever again. Got it?"

He looks at you for a nod. Anything affirmative...

"Can't hear you! Got it!?"

Hearing him raise his voice, you nod vigorously, muttering small yes's and confirmations...

"Good. That's my partner..." He got his hand up and patted your head.

"Even models take years before they're confident in front of the camera. Until then, they brave through it till they believe it. So from now on, I'm gonna make sure... That you're damn worthy of that spotlight."

🥬 Soft sex or rough sex?

Rough sex. He's the type to default to it whenever he has sex. If he's the one on top, you bet he's gonna howl his praises and moans as a literal dog in heat. His tail is gonna wag left and right as he's slamming in, claws digging into his partner, biting and hissing at their neck with their bodies pressed together. If he's receiving, he still wants it rough or nothing. Bent over, pushed into the surface, bruising thrusts, burning speed.

🫘 Using their fingers or their tongue?

Tongue. That's a literal canine, he can't not put his tongue to good use. Kissing mouth to mouth, oral sex, or just licking his partner's body. He's gonna drool all over and lap at it like a dog and it's food bowl. He wants to use his tongue at all times, top or bottom. Kiss him, let him eat out someone's mouth, chest, dick, pussy, ass, anything.

🧆 Quickies or marathon sex?

🍍 Giving oral or receiving oral?

Giving. He's almost embarrassed to admit he loves it as much as he does. Don't get him wrong, receiving can instantly turn his brain to jam, but he just loves the feeling of giving. Lapping at his partner like a dog, eating them out like a treat. One hand would be at his partner's thighs, feeling the soft skin while the other would be stroking himself. He feels like he could literally get drunk off of giving. Sure, servicing his partner is a turn on, but to him it just feels so good. He'd cum from giving alone.

🫘 Using their fingers or their tongue?

Tongue. Already established that he could get dizzyingly high from eating his partner out, while his hands would be busy feeling their ass, thigh, or even touching himself. He wants to drink up everything, he wants to taste everything. He'll lick it all up like an actual meal while groaning and moaning about how good it feels.

🧆 Quickies or marathon sex?

Marathon sex. Lucky he's not as busy even as an idol and a student, because he sure loves to cum again and again all night long. He loves to fuck a lot, all night long if given the chance. It's just the best to him. He gets so blissed out so easily, might as well go all in and make him shoot again and again, all night long. With how easily he gets into sex, he would be kinda unsatisfied with quickies even if he won't complain. He'd rather lock Leon out of his bedroom, and have his partner and himself go at it till his voice gives out.

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Mm, that's a twist he didn't expect. That's rare... With how much he's read in his life, he hardly comes across a plot twist he hasn't seen or predicted before. He sighed, sinking into the couch of the library.

It's strange. He's got more friends than ever now, and yet it's like he's back to his old childhood days. Unable to be with the other kids in the sun, he turned to books to keep himself company... It won't make him cry, but it is a rather saddening memory.

Such is the norm, the expected, the fate of being born this way. He'll always be different, alienated somehow even if no one means to. Indirectly or not, he's always going to be singled out... He knows he's being dramatic. It's not like he's lonely again. He's sure there are people up at this time. Kaoru is just busy. Adonis and Koga are sleeping. He can't bother them. Still, that didn't wipe the way his mouth naturally slid down to a frown even if he's unaware of it. Nothing to smile for, not now.

"Some company would be nice..." He thought to himself as he closed the book with a thud. A small thud like that was usually enough to echo throughout the whole library, being quiet and lonely as it is at this time.

So surprise and curiosity was sparked on his face, when he heard the even louder sound of the door swinging open. He couldn't have mistaken that, no. He hadn't been aging that much...

Rei stood up and walked calmly over to the door, his face transitioning to a confused one. He surely wasn't mistaken... He heard it open, and while he stepped over, he knew he subconsciously heard another pair of footsteps. As much as a paranormal activity would be exciting, he doesn't expect or want that right now.

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"Excuse me—" you try to get his attention.

!?!?!?

Rei hadn't flinched like that in a long time— nothing could've prepared him for the surprise. He was in the middle of thinking, and you... You snuck up on him...

But he breathed a sigh of relief quickly and calmed down when he only sees that it's you.

"Goodness, you scared this poor old man half to death~" Rei picked himself up and smiled at you. It'd be embarrassing to jump in fear... Besides that, though...

"What are you doing here, at this time? You should take this old man's advice and go to sleep... Don't tire yourself out, if there's something bothering you, let this old man help, feeble as he is." He smiled so gently, not at all bothered by the spook earlier. He's just worried for you.

"Actually..." You try to explain to him.

The way you've noticed him walk outside alone, every time you're around the Seisoukan. How his silhouette walks out alone to the direction of the library when everyone else drags their feet to bed... You couldn't help but wonder what he's doing. Maybe you can't help your worries either, seeing him alone... He did look like it whenever he walked off after all.

"Mm...?" He listened, his face telling you that he hadn't expected this, and he really didn't.

Someone who noticed something so small... And yet because it's so small, he thinks he wasted your energy worrying for him. Shame on him, he shouldn't worry the others like this...

...but he smiled regardless. A look of relief on his face, and thankfulness.

Want to or not, shame or not, disgrace or not, perhaps he wished secretly that someone would accompany him. How thoughtful of you...

"A worried attitude and a desire to help every little thing would tire you out one day, I warn you." He warns, but it doesn't feel that cautionary.

🫕 Foreplay or aftercare?

Aftercare. He's a caretaker at heart. He tends to get impatient and nervous during the deed, especially foreplay. During aftercare, he's relieved that it's over and that he can relax. That's not to say he doesn't enjoy it with you, just that he finds this part a lot more intimate and easy for him. He may not be as assured with himself, but he's at least good at giving it to others. If he was on the receiving end of the deed, he might not have energy to take care of you, but he will do what he can. At least a few praises and thanks for doing this with such a creature like him, how he liked it, in detail. If he has the energy to get up and take care of you, his aftercare is top tier. He'll get you a warm bath, scented and soapy, however you like! He'll make tea and snacks, and he'll cook... He shines best when he's taking care of others, so he loves aftercare.

🥩 Blindfolds or handcuffs?

Giving: Blindfolds. He kind of gets a turn on from being invisible to your eyes. He's already good at moving stealthily, so having you blindfolded... You won't know where his gaze lingers excessively long, or where his hands will touch you next. You won't know he's coming until you feel a hand pinching your nipple, a tongue suddenly on your sex. You can't even hear him coming. Your surprised gasps get him going. He's so good at this, and he won't stop.

Receiving: Handcuffs. He gets so handsy and touchy, wanting to grip onto anything available. Whether that be you, the sheets, clothes, anything. It puts him in such a submissive and masochistic mood to be handcuffed. And that's a huge turn on. He's begging, pleading to touch something and he can't, and he loves the helplessness.

🍳 Morning sex or late night sex?

🍢 Edging or overstimulation?

Giving: Overstimulation. He doesn't have the heart to edge his partners and if he does, it's never for long. He just can't resist those pleas and whines, begging for him to let them cum. Plus with sex being a major stress relief, he doesn't wanna hold back either. Eventually he thrusts in and out at a feverish pace, panting like a dog as he felt both himself and his partner overstimulated so fast. He doesn't have much to go for multiple rounds, but he can absolutely wreck both himself and his partner in those given few rounds. By the end of it, he's overstimulated too... But both him and his partner felt good, and that's what matters.

Receiving: Overstimulation. God knows how stressed he gets, given how much responsibilities he has both as an idol, and as student council president. Sex is his major stress relief, so he really doesn't like to wait, if possible. Edging would feel good, but he just feels more frustrated given it gets too much. He'd rather be overstimulated and have it all pleasure him at once, for a fast but equally pleasurable outcome. He wants to forget everything and relax, he wants to have his brain rendered stupid for a bit. He wants to babble senseless words and moan stupid every time his cum shoots out. And with how overwhelmingly good the shivers feel when he's so sensitive, that's just how he likes it.

🥩 Blindfolds or handcuffs?

Giving: Handcuffs. Not so much as handcuffs, but he would like to restrain his partner if given the chance, so he can really lean into his role to give them pleasure however they'd like it. He wants that. He wants to be a service top, restraining his partner's hands not so they'd struggle for control, but so they'd relax and know they won't need to anyways. His hands will do everything for them.

Receiving: Blindfolds. When he's on the receiving end of sex, he really doesn't want to think about a thing. He wants to forget and just feel, and having him not see a thing so he can only perceive pleasure and sound? Perfect.

🍿Public sex or filming?

"Stay still, kay?" Jun looked at you with a delirious smile as he tied you up to the bed, feeling nothing but sheer need as his cunt clenched around nothing but the thought of using you like a toy all night.

Your wrists are tied together, you're stripped naked, with nothing but a horny and needy Jun to ravish you. He sits up, giving you a good view of his drenched wet folds, and without warning, he places himself on your mouth.

Loud gasps leave his mouth when you immediately understood and used your tongue to lap at his pussy. It's insane how wet he is, as his arousal touched your lips, your chin, and best of all, your tongue.

"Haah— yeah. Yeah, right there...!" Jun had one hand on the headboard, the other down in your hair. He arched his back when you sucked on his clit, knowing how good it makes him feel.

"Aren't you so obedient, letting me use you for the night? Wanting nothing but to please my hole? Even if I ride your dick till sunrise, even if I sit on your face till your tongue can't move? Goddamn—" he's surprisingly verbal tonight, a result of how pent up and needy he's been.

He's been pestering you about the idea of letting him use you for a whole night, but you two struggled to find a time that's right. He's busy, he's moving around a lot, so sore legs after sex meant he'd be off for the whole day. Finally though he's able to have the whole day off tomorrow, so he can fuck himself brainless tonight for all he cared. Plus with the workload and stress, he's needed this so bad.

He's a lot more delirious and out of his mind, being so pent up. It's the reason he doesn't waste much time before he puts his pussy on your mouth, already soaking wet that your tongue slipped in easily; a louder moan coming from his throat when you did.

You can tell with how he's a little loose, he's been fingering himself to let off some steam. Who are you to deny your handsome boyfriend the release and pleasure he's wanted from you for so long? You might want to tease him, to start some dirty talk, but with the way his hips rolled on your face, you'd be lucky if you could even find space to breathe.

"Heheheh... Mmh, god... I've been wanting this for so long...!" He said between moans and gasps, feeling your tongue spread his labia apart.

A hand goes down to his clit so he can play with it while he rides your face, and the moan he let out has got to be the loudest one yet. It's out of character how needy and sex drunk he is right now, but that just goes to show everything into play. He's pent up, and the idea to use you like you're nothing but a toy has been on his mind for ages— and now it's coming true.

"(Name), agh...! Deeper, deeper... Can you go deeper?" He pleaded, and you tried your best to reach out with your tongue. His thighs spread a little more and lowered himself more on your mouth— not that it made much of a difference with how he's already grinding on you.

His fingers start to rub harsher and pinch his own clit, getting more noises out of him. He's never been too vocal, only a few grunts and groans here and there. But tonight, he's sounding like a literal hyena, with how he's howling and whimpering.

"More. More...!" He starts to grind on your face, both hands on your head to force you too. Your chin is full of his slick now, and your hands struggle against the binds to no avail.

A loud howl like moan is ripped out of his mouth, as you taste his juices pour onto your tongue. He has the stamina to grind on you a little more, loving the sensitivity and the shivers it gives him.

He lifts himself off with a blissed out smile. He sat on your stomach for a moment to catch his breath, satisfied at your slick covered chin.

"I could ride you for ages...~" he chuckled. It really sounds like he isn't finished yet.

(Several minutes later)

He's riding your cock like there's no tomorrow, while all you can do is watch. He's fucking himself out on your length with a smile, ramming it into his womb. He hasn't made any effort to actually make you cum, even if you did, he didn't try nor did he care. All he cared for was using your body as his own sex doll. Whatever sound you make, any complaints you have went into one ear and right out the other.

Sorry he hasn't touched you properly— he's too busy bruising his own walls with how fast he's riding you. He's got really good legs after all, and he's doing it all with a pleasured smile and laugh.

You're crying? Edged? Whining? Too bad, all your mouth's good for now is eating him out. Your hands could do nothing but struggle against the binds, so scream all you want. The deal was that he'll use you like a doll, accept that.

All you can do is watch as he fucks himself stupid on your cock, your face, your thigh, whatever... His inner thighs are soaked, wet sounds escaping every time he hilts himself on you.

One of his hands grab for the vibrator laying on the sheets. Is he gonna use that for you? As if.

He places it to his own clit while he rides, putting it to the max settings immediately. An euphoric, crazed cry escapes his mouth. He's in sheer bliss, and all you can do is watch. Watch, as he fucks himself stupid on you, all night, he's treating you like a toy, but he's nothing but a whore by the end of it.

A whore who's getting off of your body. Using you for his own pleasure. By the end of this he'll be thoroughly fucked out, but it'll be a long time before his stamina allows for him to collapse. So brace yourself.

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