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“No- you gotta hold still.” You warned, tugging harder on Shouta’s hair. He winced, and breathed hard through his nose.
“I AM holding still.” Shouta rolled his eyes, and worked his jaw.
“You’re tilting.” You tugged again, and Shouta resisted the urge to turn around, fold you over the side of his bed and spank you for your fucking insolence. No, he had to allow this. He fucked up, and he wasn’t going to tell you how bad, so you could get away with this shit. Once. “All done!” You sang, and slid Shouta the hand mirror.
Shouta’s hair is pulled back from his face at the temples in waterfall braids, meeting at the back of his head. The rest of his hair has been thoroughly brushed through for the first time in ages, and you even put leave-in conditioner in, making it shiny and silky as it gently curled past his shoulders. Shouta squinted, and tried not to notice how much he’d aged in the past few years.
Crows' feet sat in the corners of his eyes, worry lines littered his forehead. His cheeks had evidence of smiles engraved into them, and he had a slight scar through his left eyebrow. He definitely looked thirty. Shouta caught a glimpse of you in the mirror. Fresh-faced, young. Twenty years old and so full of life. Your smile was so bright, so excited. You were obviously proud of what you’d done.
“What do you think?” You asked, practically bouncing behind him. Goddamn you were… young. Really… young.
“It looks great baby, thank you.” Shouta turned, and kissed you softly on your lips. You hummed, excited. You LOVED praise, that much was obvious. You’d clearly been lacking it before.
Shouta laid the mirror to the side, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, deeper into his kiss as he turned, laying on his back and pulling you with him, careful not to let your ass touch anything.
“You’re so pretty.” Shouta hummed against your lips, and watched as your cheeks began to turn red. “You’re blushing.” Shouta teased, kissing you again.
“Am not,” You mumbled against his lips, and kissed him hard before pulling back again. “Can’t prove it.”
Shouta did not have to spank you to make this point. He moved quickly, sitting up and moving you into his bathroom, hands hooked under your thighs. You squeaked, still unsure about your weight being carried by him- little did you know he was known to ragdoll three-hundred pound villains with one arm.
Shouta let you down once in the bathroom, and immediately spun you around, hand loose around the front of your throat while he kissed the back of your neck, humming.
“Open those pretty eyes baby. Look.” he commanded, forcing you to look into the mirror. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are.” His left hand slid down, cupping your breast through your tee-shirt, fiddling with your nipple under his thumb. You watched your own face go red. “So beautiful.” Shouta hummed, letting that hand on your tit to slide down as he kissed your neck softly. “So very Lovely.” His voice was irreverent.
“That’s enough.” you swallowed, turning your head to kiss him, but he tightened his grip, pressing a kiss behind your ear, moving up and nibbling the shell of it. “I- I get it.”
“No, you clearly don’t. You’re still blushing.” His hand finally found itself slipping between your legs, a single finger prodding through your folds, finding that you were wettening quickly. “You are positively Dazzling, my little starlight.” He swore, circling his middle finger over your rose. “Incredibly intelligent as well. You’re probably the smartest person I’ve ever met.” If you thought you were red before, you were a fire-engine now.
“Shouta- ah!” Your legs clenched together, but it did no good. Shouta knew your body too well by now. He knew what you liked, what you needed.
“And dear god, are you TALENTED.” Shouta whispered right into your ear. You could feel his breath fanning your shoulder. “Everything you do leaves me breathless. You’re incredible.” His finger began to move faster, his pointer-finger joining in on the fun. “Everything about you is exquisite.”
“You’re right. I’m blushing.” You swallowed, feeling yourself grow close to that edge. “Y-you can stop now.” you bit your lip, and Shouta chuckled.
“Awe, sweetheart…” Shouta’s thumb, the one that had never left your throat, began to trace up and down your jugular. “So flustered over a few words, are we?” He murmured, kissing your cheek, and making smoldering eye contact with you through the mirror. “Fascinating. Marvelous. Ravishing. Sublime. Radiant. Bewitching. Which one’s your favorite? They’re all true.” Shouta teased, unblinking as he watched your lips part to make room for your small gasps of pleasure.
You were right on that edge again. You could see the lights again, they floated around you both, Shouta picked up his speed, staring your reflection down as he did so. His lips never ceased their gentle, feather-light, tickling kisses over your neck and jaw.
“Come for me, my good girl.” Shouta commanded. “Such a perfect girl. Absolutely brilliant.” He praised, watching as your lips widened. You were panting again, mewling. You could feel his cock, hard against your ass. The salve had a numbing agent, so there was no pain to be found, though you were still absolutely reeling from the contact. You came, hard. Contracting around nothing, back arcing away from Shouta as you spasmed. “There we are- what a cute little kitty.” Shouta teased, and helped you to ride out your orgasm on his fingers.
Shouta lifted you up again, an arm behind your shoulders and another behind your knees, carrying you back into his bedroom.
“What did we learn?” Shouta asked, smug.
“That you’re a sadist that likes watching me squirm?” You giggled, nuzzling your face into Shouta’s neck.
“I was gonna say not to argue with me, but that is also true.” Shouta chuckled, smiling as he felt you peck him on the collarbone. “You’re going to give me a fucking cavity, being this sweet all the time.” He grunted, sitting and keeping you cradled in his arms.
“Don’t think you’re old enough for dentures quite yet.” you teased back, earning a playful scowl from him.