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@setternine​​ asked: [ shh ] and [ dirty talk ] from smutty interactions :33cc [ the good ole sunday special~ ]

     She hardly recognizes herself. Standing in front of the mirror in her stage outfit with Tobio’s strong hands on her hips, holding her flush against him. Alice never knew she could look so... erotic. The flush that starts on her chest and goes all the way up to the tips of her ears, the inviting part of her lips as she tries to take in air that doesn’t seem to reach her lungs, and the look in her eyes. The desperate, lustful need in her gaze. Is this what she always looks like when they make love..?

Well... While they do love each other dearly, this can hardly count as making love. What with the two of them being in her dressing room and all. But it certainly makes things so much more exciting... It might have been her fault. Tobio had been so nice to accompany her on his day off, and since he was there, she figured she could ask him which outfit he preferred. 

She didn’t mind changing in front of him, but perhaps underestimated what kind of reaction it could bring out of her boyfriend. He silently watched her holding piece after piece in front of herself in nothing but lingerie for a while, nodding at the ones he approved of. Only when she finished dressing herself did he get up from his seat and sauntered towards her.

Alice suddenly found herself trapped by his looming presence and the heat of his eyes alone. “Is it... to your liking..?” She asked quietly, nearly startling at the way his stare snapped up to her face, dropping again to linger on her lips. “Yeah...” He mumbled, brows furrowing. Her make-up was already done, so they couldn’t kiss. But she could see the cogs in his brain turning and turning until clicking in place as he seemed to come to the conclusion that he didn’t have to kiss her in order to make her squirm. 

A tiny gasp escaped her as a long hand caressed the back of her thigh, only to stop when a loud noise sounded just outside the door. Tobio looked behind them with a an annoyed click of his tongue, looking displeased by the possibility of being interrupted. So he took the next rational step and pulled her into the bathroom. with the added layer of privacy, he felt free to explore to his heart’s content, fingers contouring down the tight fit of her top and playing with the soft material of the skirt. 

“Tobio...” Alice sighed, that hint of a whine in her voice going against her better senses and spurring him on. Suddenly being pulled back and feeling the hard press of his cock against her... thank god she always arrived up to an hour in advance to these sorts of programs. And knowing they had the time - even though they shouldn’t - was enough for desire to take over her rationality. Grinding back against him had her breath faltering slightly, biting her lower lip at the way his fingers gently dug into her hips, keeping that tight, delicious friction between them.

It felt so good that she forgot about the make-up and turned her head, lifting her chin as she asked for a kiss. Tobio seemed to pause for a second, but ultimately lifted a hand to gingerly cup her chin and guide her gaze forward to their reflection. “Can’t.” His mumble was whispered with an apologetic kiss to the base of her neck that sent a pleasant shiver tickling down her spine. The fact that he’d refused for her sake only made her love and want him more.

But him bringing her attention to the mirror further sets her desire ablaze. The singer can feel her hips quivering under his touch, trying to keep that slow, hard grind he’s settled for them while eagerly waiting for what is to come. His lips continue to pepper kisses on her skin as he holds her face forward, and it’s incredibly difficult to not ask him to mark her even when she’s supposed to be recording a program in less than an hour. 

If the singer walks into the set with hickeys on her neck it will be all over the news in an instant. And yet... the thought of it is also exceedingly arousing. To carry the proof that she belongs to him on her body and show it off in a television broadcast? How outrageous. So much so that she has to press her thighs together to keep from reaching a hand between them.

That’s when the sound of his voice snaps her out of that little reverie and makes her weak in the knees. “Spread your legs.” It’s an order. One she is more than happy to obey. Taking in a shaky breath, Alice does as she’s told, a little step to each side to widen her stance for him. The lack of pressure leaves her aching, clenching in want, and she grinds back against him a little harder, nearly whining when he pulls away. But his hand finally lets go of her chin, and a shudder of pleasure wracks her body when those smoldering glacial eyes of his lock onto hers through the mirror as he unzips his pants.

Alice couldn’t look away if her life depended on it, focusing so her ears can pick up every little noise. The shifting of fabric as he pulls out his cock, the slide of skin on skin as he slowly pumps himself a couple of times. Come on, baby..! She begs in her mind, brows furrowing in frustration as he lets the moment drag on. Unable to see what he’s doing, the anticipation makes her arousal grown tenfold, leaving her absolutely restless. Until the scorching heat of his cock presses up against her center, his swollen tip teasing at her still clothed entrance before sliding back and forth along her slit.

She is momentarily distracted by the gratification of it, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning too loud when she suddenly gasps at a flash of forethought. Quickly, the singer lifts the front of her skirt up to keep him from dirtying the fabric. Tobio leaks a lot of precum, and she can’t walk out of the dressing room with a stain right between her legs. That mini panic averted, she looks back up and her stomach flips at the sight they make. He is leaking. Pearly beads forming at the tip and joining the wet lace he’s rubbing against. She swallows in dry, suddenly wanting to lick him clean, but he pulls her focus back again lighting quick.

“Panties.” Is all he needs to say, and Alice gingerly slides the soaked fabric to the side, hips buckling when she feels the heat of his skin on hers and moaning as a tiny shift has his cock fitting between her lips, his teasing made so much easier now. “You’re so fucking wet.” He growls by her ear and she wonders if he can feel the way her little hole keeps tightening against his shaft. “Can you see it? You’re gonna make a mess on the floor.” And she can see it. The way his cock is already glistening, coated in her pleasure. All ready to slide home inside her.

“Tobio..!” His name is a moaned complaint, hips squirming as she tries to line them up so she can push back and take him in, but he holds her securely in place. She knows what he wants. And she’s not going to wait until he asks for it. “Please~” Alice begs openly in a whisper, grinding against his cock and trembling whenever his tip scores against her clit. “Please, I need you inside me, spreading me open and fuck-” She doesn’t even get to finish, clamping a hand over her mouth despite her make-up to try and stifle a loud, gasping moan at suddenly being stuffed full with all of him.

The overwhelming pleasure leaves her lightheaded, chest falling and rising to try and support her heavy breathing. Alice rests her head back against his chest, biting her lip as to not be too loud while her hips work in tandem with his, slamming back whenever he thrusts forward and quickly working them both right up to the edge. Which is why they failed to hear the several knocks to the door of the dressing room, nor the staffer’s deeply formal apology as he opened it and peeked inside, finding it strangely empty when their main guest had already arrived.

The knock on the bathroom door is a violent shock to their systems, and Alice clamps a hand over Tobio’s mouth this time around. “I’m so sorry, Sakurazuka-san, are you in there? Is everything okay?” The staffer is nothing but polite, apologetic and concerned, but it takes all of Alice’s self control and more to not tell him to get the hell out. 

“...I’m fine..! Just give me a moment and I’ll be right out!” She promises, doing her absolute best to sound normal and cheerful. Her entire body is tense, and she wants to curse her boyfriend out for only slowing down his thrust and herself for enjoying it so much.

“Of course! I’ll come back later!” She can see the deep bow the staffer offered the closed door in the eye of her mind, and pays close attention to the sound of him leaving, sighing deeply in relief once the coast is clear. Only to inhale sharply at the way Tobio lifts one of her legs and buries himself even deeper inside her. 

“You got really tight there...” He growls, snapping his hips against hers, fucking her hard and fast. Do you like that? She can hear him ask in her mind, eyes drawn lower on the mirror because now she can see the place where they’re connected, how his thick cock has molded her to his size, and how her wetness is dripping down her thighs, disappearing under her stockings.

“Alice... I’m gonna-” Tobio whimpers between heavy breaths, groaning when she tightens around him even more. 

“I-Inside..!” She begs him, bringing her gaze back to meet his and shivering at the sight of his sharp stare. “I-I... Want to go out there full of your cum...”