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He was whining. Of course he was. The two of you were laying on the couch, watching some nameless murder mystery documentary when he started to tease you. A soft, warm breath on the exposed column of your neck. A wandering hand that slipped under the hem of your shirt, drifting upwards to your bra, cold fingers grazing the skin just above your nipple. You turned your head towards him, cocking one eyebrow upwards.
Did he really want to play this game? You both knew how this was bound to go. You turned your body to face him, one hand situated itself beside his head on the sofa cushion- not making contact with him, but still threatening. Dominant.
He smirked at you, his eyes shining in the dim light of the television.
You leaned your head down, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, right over his jugular. You could feel the slight, insistent pulsing of blood as it moved through his veins.
Mahito’s fingers strayed south and dipped inside of your jeans, rubbing one finger along your covered pussy. You inhaled sharply, glaring at him. He only smiled wider, hiding his face in your neck as he pressed soft kisses there.
“You are such a goddamn tease, you know that?”
Your voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. He laughed softly.
“I know, that’s why I do it,” his voice was velvet in your ear.
You moved to straddle him on the sofa, your arms reaching out to pin him down to the couch.
“You are a brat. You know what happens to brats, Mahito?”
Mahito shook his head, hands coming up to rest by his sides, content to let you take control.
You licked your lips, leaning down to suck at his neck again, nipping slightly. Your mouth moved to suck a bruising kiss on his jugular, just grazing the skin with your teeth.
“Brats get punished, babe. Now turn over and show me your ass,”
Mahito giggled, only for the sound to be muffled as you shoved his head into the couch cushions, bringing your lips down to the shell of his ear.
“Now shut the fuck up slut, and take it.”
You leaned away from him slightly to reach under the couch, pulling out the long, rectangular box. You threw the lid on the floor and pulled the strap out, the silicone blue one that was Mahito’s favorite.
Mahito sucked in a breath at the sight, head turned slightly against the pillows.
You busied yourself with it for a moment, making sure it was secure around your hips.
Mahito wiggled impatiently, growling softly.
You pulled his pants down, whistling at the sight. His asshole twitched a little, as if inviting you.
You raised a hand high above his skin and brought it down with a resounding smack, Mahito jumping slightly at the slap. The skin on his ass bloomed red where your hand had connected, and you rubbed your palm over the mark softly, Mahito drawing in a shaky breath.
“Someone’s a greedy little slut, aren’t they?”
Your voice was soft, nothing more than a whisper but Mahito moaned at the degradation and wiggled his hips again, moving his ass backwards until the dildo slid against his ass.
You reached into the box again for a bottle of lube, rubbing the slippery liquid over the strap.
Once the dildo was ready, you lined it up against Mahito’s asshole.
He flinched at the cold of the lube, sucking in a breath.
“I’m almost tempted to make you beg for it, I love when you cry and beg to be fucked,”
You reached a hand up to wrap around the back of his throat, applying gentle pressure to push his head further into the couch. Your other hand fisted the strap on.
Mahito whined behind his teeth, but knew better than to speak until given permission.
“But I don’t think I can wait much longer,”
You pushed into him slowly, continuing until your hips met squarely with his. He groaned at the intrusion, his fingers flexing and stretching on the couch cushions, searching for a grip to steady himself as you started to thrust with vigor.
Your hips made a lewd snapping sound as they met his, accompanied by your soft pants as you built up a rhythm, and Mahito’s muffled moaning.
He was flexing around the strap on, pulling you in with each thrust. You smirked, raising your hand again to bring it down harshly onto his ass, Mahito screaming slightly into the cushions at this, but it only spurred him to rock back on the dildo even more, clearly wanting you to thrust deeper, go rougher.
You fisted one hand in his long hair and had the other gripped on his hips, pulling his head back by his hair.
You nipped at his ear, panting from your thrusting.
“You enjoying this baby?”
Mahito arched his back in response, a hoarse, strangled moan escaping his lips.
“Yes, yes, fuck! Fuck, Y/N, harder, harder,”
You pulled his hair roughly, hips still snapping harshly against his.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Mahito nodded vigorously, grunting and panting. There was sweat beading on his face, his mouth hanging open in pleasure.
“Please, Y/N fuck me harder, please, please , I’ll do anything.”
You grinned at this, releasing your grip on his hair and letting him fall onto the couch on his stomach as you pistoned into him even faster, moving both hands to grip his hips and pull him back with each thrust.
Mahito was now begging and cursing and panting in one unbroken stream of muffled whimpers as he buried his face into the couch cushions, his long hair splaying around him, thoroughly disheveled.
You were dripping wet now, quickly losing control at the sight of Mahito whimpering beneath you. You sped up, eager to get Mahito to cum.
“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck! Yes, yes, Y/N! I’m going to cum-”
Mahito’s voice rose at the end, his eyes widening and his body shuddering.
“Cum for me, you little slut,” You moaned, snapping your hips fiercely against his one final time as Mahito came, shaking beneath you.
You stayed there for a moment, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath. Sweat was sticking on your skin, and you were thoroughly bothered now. Withdrawing from his asshole, Mahito turned himself over to lay on his back on the couch, his legs trembling from the rough fucking.
“Fuck, that was so good.” His voice was still slightly hoarse, but he grinned at you, his characteristic devilish smirk doing something to your heart. Fuck , you were so wet. You unbuckled the strap, setting it on the coffee table before Mahito pulled you onto his lap.
He licked his lips, carnal lust in his eyes.
“Allow me to return the favor,”
He tipped you onto your back, pulling your ankles to hook over his shoulders as he dipped his head to your pussy, eager to enjoy making you squirm and whine under his dangerously skilled tongue.