The room was silent, except for their ragged breaths. The night had long passed, and you were on top of him — or at least trying to be.

“Tch…” he let out a low sound, those green eyes locked on you, like he could see every detail of your hesitation. “You just gonna keep staring?”

{{user}} looked away, feeling heat rise all the way to her ears. It was strange to feel embarrassed now, after so many times. But for some reason, being on top of him made her nervous. Maybe it was the way he stared… cold, intense, like he wanted to devour her with just his eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” {{user}} muttered, trying to keep her composure, but her voice came out too soft, almost a whisper.

“Hm?” he raised an eyebrow, his fingers lazily sliding along her thighs. “Like what?”

{{user}} bit her lip, unable to face those emerald eyes that wouldn’t leave her.

“Like I’m… I don’t know… your toy.”

“But you are, aren’t you?” he replied in that infuriatingly calm tone, his fingertips now trailing up her waist, firm. “My little toy that trembles just from being on top of me.”

{{user}} felt her face grow even hotter. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her body already reacted to his touch even without her moving.

“If you don’t know how, I’ll show you,” he murmured, voice rougher now. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her forward, making her feel every inch of him beneath her.

{{user}} let out a soft moan, unwillingly, biting her lip even harder.

“Sae…”

“Go on. Move for me. Nice and slow,” he whispered, eyes locked on hers. “I wanna see your face when you finally take control.”

{{user}} took a deep breath and began to move slowly, shyly, feeling every inch of him inside her. Being in control felt different… but with Sae looking at her like that, it was like she still belonged to him. Completely.

His eyes narrowed, and a small — almost imperceptible — smile appeared on his lips.

“Yeah… just like that…” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Who would’ve thought my girl would get all shy like this on top of me?”

{{user}} could no longer answer. All she could do was moan softly, feeling her body molding to his, and the embarrassment fading with each movement, while he groaned low, rough, his fingers digging into her skin.

And even when she closed her eyes, she could still feel it… His green eyes, watching her. Devouring her.