After School Affairs

"You always think flattery's gonna get you laid"

Fandom: After School Affairs (Love 365)

Pairing: Hidetaka x Reader

Summary: Hidetaka's charm always work on your body

When you bit his ear and whispered 'Let's do something fun tonight' this wasn't exactly what you had in mind.

You're sitting on his bed. Blindfolded. Your hands are tied behind your back, one of his neckties knotted around your wrists. And he's kissing you.

It's long and deep and thorough, the kind of slow, sucking kisses that leave you aching and wet, lips and teeth and tongue, his hands cradling your face as he makes your head spin. Your fists are clenched, desperate to touch him, and you let out a shaky sigh as his lips trace a line over your jaw and his hands slip under the silky, flimsy fabric of your nightgown.

"Hidetaka– " you murmur, your voice trailing off when his tongue hits the sensitive spot behind your ear and his hands cover your breasts, palming them, squeezing gently.

By the time he pulls his hands away you're dazed from his touch, hyperaware of him, your skin crawling, your nipples tight. You sway unsteadily, your balance off.

He lays you down, one hand cradling your neck carefully as he settles you onto the mattress. His lips brush yours briefly but then he's gone, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from pleading 'Come back.' But you've got no leverage, can't do anything but arch helplessly under him. You can't even touch him, your hands pinned under yourself. You hold your breath.

There's a long moment, the swish of fabric – his shirt – that you hear hit the floor, and you're wondering what he's going to do when suddenly his mouth is on your skin. He plants slow, wet kisses on your thigh and you squirm under him, your breath coming fast and hard. He's smirking, you can tell, he's pleased with himself, but he doesn't stop, just soft open-mouthed kisses higher and higher and higher until he's tugging up the hem of your lacy little nightie.

And then his mouth is between your legs and you cannot breathe.

He's so good at this, so obscenely good. His tongue is slow and firm and relentless, teasing you with pressure so close to where you really, really want it. Your toes dig into the mattress, and you just need to touch him, just push him where you need him to be. But your bound hands are trapped under your back, arching your hips just so and when he suddenly slides two fingers deep inside you, you let out a choking cry.

His fingers stroke inside you and he rolls his tongue over you and it's too much, the pressure coiling tight in your abdomen. You're moaning and writhing and pleading please Hidetaka please, jerking uncontrollably under his agonizing ministrations.

He curls his fingers and swirls his tongue over your clit and then he sucks and you fall apart, your whole body swept in an orgasm so fast and hard it's blinding.

He slows, eases you through the final waves of heat, and he finally reaches up to tug off your blindfold. You blink, trying to calm your racing heart. He's grinning, wiping his mouth on the sheet, his eyes sparkling. "God, you are the sexiest woman ever."

You huff out a shaky laugh. "You always think flattery's gonna get you laid, Hidetaka."

He just smirks at you, reaching behind you to untie your wrists. "Well, I did just get between your legs..."