sunlight peaked through the curtains of your shared apartment. it was early morning, but the exact time was unclear. you had woken up a few minutes ago and suguru was stirring beside you. you felt him first: his big arms wrapping around you, soft lips leaving wet kisses down your neck, and the hard tent in his pants pressing against your ass.
wasting no time, you slowly grinded against him, earning a low grown from the raven haired man. his soft lips ghosted over your skin while his hands gripped your hips. you instinctively opened your legs as he inched closer to you. the only thing you had on were your flimsy sleep shorts and matching tank top. suguru snaked his hand in between your thighs and tugged off your shorts. arching into him, you spread even wider so he could reach where you ached the most.
“already soaked so for me,” he murmured. using his fingers, he spread your slick across your folds a low hum. all you could manage was a small nod. he pressed a kiss to your shoulder before slipping two fingers inside of you. you moaned into your pillow and shuddered. his long fingers reached where your own couldn’t. he curled them and you bit the pillow to muffle your embarrassingly loud moans.
he cupped your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb. “don’t hide from me. i wanna hear you.” your cunt fluttered at his words and you whimpered his name.
“you’re taking my fingers so well my love,” he cooed, picking up the pace a little. broken moans left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. you didn’t hold back this time, letting him hear just how good he made you feel.
“my baby is so needy in the morning, isn’t she?” suguru pressed his lips to your neck. a soft cry escaped your lips, your thighs shaking as he curled his fingers again.
you shattered, the pleasure taking over you. you whispered his name quietly as you came down from your high. suguru pulled out his fingers with a wet squelch before bringing them to his lips.
“mmm,” he moaned shamelessly. you glanced over your shoulder and watched as he swirled his tongue to taste you. he smirked when he realized you were watching him, then pulled down his boxers.
precum was already oozing from his mushroom tip. you reached behind you and pumped the base of his cock, earning a low groan from him. as you glided your thumb across the head, he twitched in your palm and bucked his hips into your hand slightly.
after you teased him a bit, he did the same suguru teased your entrance, smearing your wetness with his length before pushing inside. you gasped at the stretch. he split you open as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper inside of you. once he fully bottomed out, he began to move his hips slightly.
the angle was more agonizing than his pace. his thrusts were shallow, he barely pulled out before slipping back inside of you, but the way his tip nudged that spot deep inside made you shiver. your velvet walls clenched around him with each stroke, taking every inch.
“my pretty girl,” he whispered. you whined softly, too tired and too fucked out to think properly. "perfect, just perfect."
he rolled his hips slowly. you arched your back and grasped the pillow under your head. his dick bullied your cunt, making your brain go all fuzzy. the way he whispered sweet, yet filthy things to you wasn’t helping either.
“you take me so well, my love. the way you melt like putty in my hands drives me crazy.” he smiled into your skin. “milking the shit out of me as a ruin you. so tight, you’d think i never take care of you.”
but that wasn’t true. mornings like this with suguru were a reoccurring thing. he always found himself slipping inside of you, reaching where you needed him most.
When your Suguru had told you he wanted to show you a secluded beach nearby the village where he grew up, you didn’t expect to end up stuffed full of his cock in broad daylight!
“Su — Sugu, someone could see us.” You whined, burying your face in your arms in an attempt to hide your shame. Suguru laughed softly behind you, hips drilling into you and creating lewd smacks that seemed to echo the empty beach.
“Sweetheart, I told you, nobody ever comes here. It’s too far out in the country,” he leaned down, nibbling on your earlobe eliciting another soft whine from you. “I know that, but what if — oh shit, slow down — what if a-a local comes?” You reasoned, craning your head to meet his eyes.
Suguru’s hips slowed for a second, gazing around as if he was contemplating if you were right. Then all too casually, “Nah, we can make this quick, right, sweet girl?”
A moan escaped you when he pushed himself to the hilt once more, one large hand coming up to tangle in your hair and yank your head back. “Come on, let me hear you.”
His long hair shifted with each thrust, falling around to curtain your head.
“So pretty like this, what’re you going to do if someone walks past, hm? They’ll see you taking me like the good girl you are.” His voice is like honey, sweet and silky in your ear. You whimpered in response, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to slam his hips into your ass.
Suguru moved his hair to one side and released his grip on your hair, bringing his arm up to your neck, locking you in a chokehold. You squealed as he flexed his bicep, your nails dug into the muscle to try and ground yourself.
You could feel every vein of his dick rubbing along your walls, notching that sweet spot so deep inside. He was letting out soft groans of his own in your ear, occasionally whimpering ever so slightly when you squeezed his length.
Your body felt as if it were on fire, the sweltering heat caused his skin to stick to yours every time his hips made contact with your ass. From this angle you could see how tan he had gotten on his arms, and feel just how big he was.
“You feel so good,” he purred into your ear before licking a lewd strip up the side of your neck. You could only moan in response, mind going blank as you felt your high approaching.
Suguru began to fuck into you harder, pressing his fat tip against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into his arm. “Oh fuck — Sugu, please, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, lips attaching to his bicep as you tried to ground yourself.
“Yeah? Ah fuck, bite my bicep, baby. Do it and I’ll let you cum.”
You sunk your teeth into his flesh, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make him grunt and for his rhythm to stutter.
Your slick and his pre coated his length, obscene squelch’s coukd be heard with every thrust. The coil wound tighter in your stomach and you felt your cunt practically pulse as you came around his dick.
The way your pussy convulsed had Suguru hurled into his own orgasm. He moaned languidly, pulling out quickly and allowing white ropes to fall on your ass.
Both of your chests heaved as the two of you came down from your highs. Suguru scooped up some of his come from your ass and held his fingers to your mouth. “It’s like ice cream,” he giggled as you suckled on his digits before doing the same for himself, but this time with your slick.
Before you could even think of an insult a loud shout could be heard from someone in bright yellow.
“Hey! No nudity on the beach!”
a/n: I JUST MADE SOME BSSS (written in like 5 minutes barely any coherent thought applied)
Your fingers dance over the large, pale ‘X’ that stretches across Suguru’s chest. He glances at you, watching the way you carefully trace your fingers over the surface of the scar, worried you may hurt him.
“I’m not made of glass, you know,” he chuckles, large hand coming to rest on the back of your head as if to cradle it as you stare at his scar in what he hopes to be awe. You roll your eyes, moving to press your lips against his scar.
Suguru’s breath hitches; his eyes stay focused on your lips as they slowly pull away from his chest. Your thumb moves to caress the healed tissue while you tilt your head to look up at him, “You’re so brave, y’know that?”
Your words ring in his ears. Brave.
“You’re delusional.” He quips back, a smirk creeping onto his face to hide the subtle shame bubbling beneath his skin.
“I’m serious,” you continue, “You’ve been through so much, Sugu, you’re the bravest person I know.” Suguru rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his lip trembles as he replies, “Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep.”
You nuzzle closer into his side, “You were a child up against a grown man, Sugu. No one blames you.” You said it so casually, as if it were a known fact, but to Suguru? It was as if he were hearing those words for the first time.
“I know that.”
“Do you?” You lifted your head, raising a brow at him. He pushed your face away with a sigh, “Just go back to what you were doing. It felt nice.”
You hummed, thumb soothing over his scar once more. “It kind of makes you look hot — hotter, I mean, like a warrior or something.” You mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut.
Suguru hummed, “Yeah?” hand moving to soothe over your back as he lulled you to sleep.
You replied sleepily, “Yeah. It reminds me to be thankful for you — I mean, I always am — but thankful that you survived the that day and all the days after.”
The room eventually fell silent, aside from your rhythmic breathing as sleep claimed you. His hand stilled on your back as stared at the top of your head, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath.
Thankful.
You were thankful for him.
For years, Suguru had seen that scar as a tarnish, it had been an ugly reminder of how weak he had been — how he had failed her.
But you looked at it from a different perspective.
You saw it as him overcoming everything that had been thrown at him. You didn't see that weak version of himself he sees, no, you saw someone who was brave enough to continue on even after what he went through.
His hand brushed absentmindedly over the scar. He pressed his lips to your hairline and muttered, “You’re unbelievable,” and a smile etched it's way onto his face.
You were still curled up next to him, shifting in your sleep. Suguru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
And for the first time in what felt like years, Suguru felt the weight of his grief lessen.
hi! i was wondering if you could do like some purple and grey cyber minimalistic dividers?
thank you in advance!
credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 ( if you don’t like these please don’t hesitate to tell me 🫶🏻✨🌸 + i really hope this is the aesthetic you were going for but if I did it wrong just shoot me another message and I’ll try again 😭🫶🏻✨ )
Pairing: Emo!Gojo aka Emojo (lol) x Black!Bimbo GF!Reader
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Emo Boi!Gojo; No Curse/College AU; BF!Gojo x GF!Reader; Public Sex; Fucking In A Crowd/At A Concert; Painted Nails; Piercings n Tattoos; Oral Sex; Obsessed!Gojo
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: I'm on my fucking Gojo-whatever wave lol. Enjoy!! -Jazz
Credits: Dividers made by @firefly-graphics! Gojo art by aransmind on X! All photos found on Pinterest!
Thinking about Emojo today and how he can't believe that he ended up with a cutie like you just by being his weird ass self.
Emojo who didn't know the first thing about girls and was never lucky in the dating department because of his interests, fashion choice, and terrible flirting.
Emojo who is emo down to the socks and will continue to be emo because it's not a fucking phase for him! Who loves his spiked bracelets and still shops at Hot Topic for his accessories. Who loves his black jeans, band T-shirts, and silver chain necklaces.
Emojo whose beefy arms are roped in tattoos and his addicted to piercings, having recent ones embedded in his plump bottom lip and his tongue to give old ladies a shock when he sticks his tongue out at them if they give him a dirty look.
Emojo who wears black eyeliner because he likes how it makes his blue eyes pop, dies streaks in his white locks, and paints his nails black without any care in the world of what others think.
Emojo who cared about nothing but his rock bands and living the emo lifestyle...until he met you. Adorable, bubbly, bad little you who complimented his nail polish one day during first period.
Emojo who looked at you like you were insane when you asked him out on a date one day and even asked you if you were pranking him. "S-Sorry," he stammered. "It's just that girls don't usually..y'know...ask me out."
You had just giggled, dressed in a pretty pink skirt and crop top that pushed up your titties, and gave him a smile. "Well, there's a girl asking you out now!" you joked. "I like Hot Topic too! We should go shopping together!"
Emojo who loves shopping with you for accessories and jewelry for your outfits, helping you pick out the cutest skirts and those furry boots that you seem to love so much, melting whenever you giggle at a Hello Kitty pin or an Invader Zim necklace.
Emojo who loves trading cartoon and anime buttons with you, blushing when you wear them proudly on your clothes and sport them on your pretty pink Hello Kitty bag as if they are badges of honor that your boyfriend gave you.
Emojo who will proudly go to get your nails done with you, getting plain black, green or blue nail polish while you get your pretty, bedazzled sets, even getting his favorite colors sometimes. "Look, babe!" you coo, flashing your nails at him. "I got 'em for you!"
Emojo who gives you the best rock and alt recommendations and takes you out to venues, bars, and clubs to see them, holding you close against him, close enough to feel your ass peaking out of your mini skirt rub against his crotch.
Emojo who has fucked you a few times behind a bar or a venue and in the middle of the crowd if he's feel needy, pulling your panties aside to slide his thick cock inside of you, making you moan as the speakers blare with the squeal of electric guitars and the vibrations of drums.
Emojo who loves buying sex shit from Hot Topic, flaunting the nipple clamps and throat spray he picks up for you and using it all on you that day, cumming just from the sound of you gagging around his cock with those lush lips sticky with pink lipgloss.
Emojo who loves to eat you out and tongue fuck you just because he loves to hear you whine as his piercing rolls over your clit and glides against your G-spot, making you gush all over his tongue.
Emojo who gets a secret tattoo with your initials on it and a tiny pink heart stud in his ear just for you all because he's soooo fucking obsessed with you!
i think one concept that’s so underrated is pussy inspection. when he lays you down and spreads your legs, instructing you to hold your knees apart for him - that’s your job. using two fingers, he’ll spread your lips open. he won’t do anything at first, just observe your pretty little cunt. your lips, your folds, your holes, your clit - all of it, gorgeous. his mouth waters. he’ll want to get his mouth on you, taste you, but he keeps his composure - for now, at least.
my pretty little pussy, he’ll muse, seemingly to no one but himself.
using one finger, he’ll start tracing. every curve and fold, rubbing under and between his fingers. he’ll prod at your hole, swirling around the rim and watching how it reacts to the tip of his finger - you’ll involuntarily clench, making him smile.
you’ll inevitably get shy as he spends an ungodly amount of time inspecting you and will try to close your legs, but he’ll wrench them back open with a stern look on his face. he’s not done until he says he’s done.
he’ll narrate to you, certainly - how pretty the color is, how puffy your clit is, how wet you are. that’ll be the most humiliating part of all. when he dips a finger a little bit deeper inside you to gather some of the slick that oozes out of you and plays with it, watching how the sticky liquid drips and spreads, strings out between his two fingers.
baby, you’ll whine, horrifically embarrassed, but he’ll only shush you. he’s busy. your only job is to keep your mouth shut and legs spread.
then he’ll start playing with your clit, touching it very lightly - not nearly enough for any sort of relief. he’ll push back the hood and marvel at the tiny bud and the way it throbs, rubbing the pad of his finger against it, even pinching it lightly. a smile spreads across his face when you mewl and twitch.
bringing in his face closer, he’ll close his eyes and breathe in deeply, taking in your scent. he might nose at your clit a little bit, the tip of his tongue slithering in. and that’s likely when he loses composure - when he gives up his little charade and dives in. his little inspection was only the start of the night.
every inch of skin, every muscle, every crevice — all of them, littered with scars. some are smaller than others, while others stretch along the expansive of his body. he's not the same pretty man you fell in love with, far from it.
...so why?
you're tracing a finger on the ones along his stomach, eyes half lidded and almost in... is that awe? your lips are slanted upwards, tilted up in that soft lazy smile you get when the two of you lay under the covers, tucked away in the privacy of his room. only this time, you're even more affectionate, nuzzling into him.
"crazy girl," satoru mumbles softly, peeking at you through snowy bottom lashes. you rest the tip of your chin on his chest, nuzzling into his warm skin. "you really like 'em that much?" and for the first time, there's a hint of self deprecation that follows gojo satoru's words, accompanied with a throaty chuckle.
"how could i not?" your eyes shine. you rest your lips on his chin, trailing up the scars with your lips, smiling as you meet his glassy gaze with your own, "y'came back to me, toru." your voice breaks, but nonetheless, you keep on smiling. "they show me just how strong you are."
"the strongest?"
your nose brushes his as your lips brush one another. "the strongest."
characters: satoru gojo; suguru geto; choso kamo
synopsis: ovulation week is here, and you’ve been accosted by unprecedented baby fever. your flatmates satoru and suguru are doing their best to navigate your hormonal apocalypse, but some are definitely enjoying it more than others
content: pure fluff, crack, domestic chaos, jealousy, protectiveness, hormones got the better of reader, flirty flatmates hehe
wc: 1.2k
a/n: saw the cutest baby ever today
It started innocently enough.
One day you woke up with more energy than usual, the world seeming a much better place than it had been just the night before. You were on a high – life was beautiful, you felt beautiful, and for some reason your flatmates were also...beautiful.
It's not like you hadn't noticed before, of course. Satoru and Suguru were, by every definition, handsome men. But there was... something about them now. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on; but every little touch, every little interaction had you blushing from your cheeks to the tips of your ears.
Suguru already suspected something was different. Amiss. Peculiar, even, about the way your pupils seemed to dilate every time he asked what you wanted for dinner. Or every time Satoru made you laugh, which was a little too often for his liking anyway.
And then, when you were all out running errands and you saw a baby on a stroller, it was all over. Cute little tiny human in a too big bear onesie.
It was all you could think about these days.
That's when Suguru started to worry.
Now you were lounging on the sofa with the two of them, half watching some rom com that Satoru kept interrupting with unecessary commentary. Snacks are being passed around, the laughter contagious, the energy both chaotic and domestic in the best way possible.
Then Satoru hands you some popcorn, an innocent gesture not unlike the other times you sat down for flat movie night. But tonight, your eyes flicked up at your white haired friend, resting your head on the back of the couch and looking at him in a way he hadn’t quite seen from you before. “You’d be such a good dad” you whisper, cheeks flushing as you watch the way his mouth turns into an “oh?” and then into a wide cheese eating grin. You’ve lived together for ages, been friends for even longer, but something about how he’s looking at you right now is just so…enticing.
Suguru narrows his eyes on the other side of the couch, watching the prolonged eye contact between his two best friends. And then Satoru leans a little too close. “Would you like to find out?” he teases, and that’s Suguru’s cue to slap his hands on his lap and cough loudly.
“That’s it” he announces. “Whats happening to you this week?” he asks you, making you turn to him with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean?” you ask, cocking your head to the side and looking at him through long eyelashes. Suguru is frowning, an adorable line forming between his brows, his plump lips pressing together in a way that further exaggerates his stunning bone structure.
Was he always this hot too?
Suguru exhales, noticing the way you were staring. “You cried when you saw a baby earlier” he explained, like it was obvious. “And you got all red when you saw me fixing the cabinet handle”
Your cheeks flushed again. “You’re so good with your hands…” you mumbled out, recalling the memory like hypnotised.
Satoru chuckled at his friends frown. “You have been a little weird, princess” he agrees, clearly enjoying your dazed expression.
You pout, thinking about their words. Thinking about the sudden burst of energy, their sudden attractiveness, the almost primal need to hold a baby. Then it clicked. “Ah” you said, a little embarrassed. “It’s ovulation week”
Suguru sighed, like he had expected it, but Satoru’s smile only grew wider. “Who are we to deny nature?” he says with a hand to his heart, leaning in dramatically before Suguru wrapped two arms across your middle and pulled you away.
“Stay away from her” he growled, and you chuckled in his arms at your flatmates sudden posessiveness.
“It’s biology, Suguru” Satoru argues.
“You’re not having a baby with her” his grip tightens.
But the word baby alone was enough to shift you into a hazy dreamlike state. “A baby…” you mumble, “chubby cheeks…little feet…” you keep repeating, and Suguru shakes your shoulders to snap you out of it.
“Go to your room” Suguru declared, “it’s not safe” he completed, eyes narrowing at his best friend.
The next few days are a testament to Suguru’s patience and self control. He’d catch you watching him making dinner, head in your hand as he stirred pasta and you watched like he was a michelin star chef. “You’re so capable…” you mumbled, dreamy.
He tried his best to hide the redness in his cheeks.
Later that night, Satoru arrived home all sweaty from the gym, workout gear clinging wetly to his defined muscles. You immediately dropped your pen, looking at him with heart eyes while Suguru muttered a silent “oh no”
“Such good genes…” you mused, twirling your hair.
And Satoru, ever the smug idiot, flexed his muscles at you. “You mean these, baby?” he grinned, giving you a show before his best friend dragged him away by the collar.
“Stop enabling her” Suguru complained once you were out of earshot, hands on his hips, staring accusatorially at his best friend.
Satoru hummed, closing his eyes and nodding his head. “It’s nature, Suguru” he said like it was obvious.
Suguru scowled at him. “It’s hormones”
“Same thing” the other shrugged.
His patience was at it’s limit. “She’ll be back to normal in two days, and you’ll look like an idiot” he argued, appealing to the other man’s ego instead.
But Gojo did not relent, if anything, he doubled down. “You’re just jealous she wants a baby with me and not you” he accused, crossing his arms.
Suguru scoffed hard at that. “She wants a baby with me” he muttered, looking to the side.
“Ohhh?” Satoru teased, leaning forward to force his best friends eyes to meet his. “I don’t see her looking at you like you're a natural marvel, Sugu” he taunted.
“She does” Suguru pouted. “Earlier, I was making pasta and…”
“Ooo pasta” Satoru mocked. “Yesterday she said my dna could revamp her bloodline”
Suguru froze.
“…She did?”
“Mmh” Satoru nodded, “now excuse me, I-“
Their arguing was interrupted by an unexpected knock on the door, but once they had turned the corner it was already too late – you stood on the threshold, frozen, in front of the new neighbour Choso.
Who was carrying his baby brother in his arm.
“Hey” the emo was saying, readjusting the little kid against his tight black top that highlighted every curve of his broad chest, only making your cheeks redder. “I was wondering if I could borrow some, uh, sugar?” he asked, with that raspy deep voice that had your eyes windening like you were getting ready to jump him at any second.
You looked at him like he was a miracle. “You’re baking?” you swooned, leaning against the door frame.
“Yeah” Choso smiled. “Yuuji wanted cookies, so”
A tiny aahh escaped your lips.
“Close the door, Suguru” Satoru grimaced, and the other obeyed far too quick.
The last thing you saw before being lifted off your feet was Choso’s confused expression. “We’re locking you in your room for the rest of the week” Satoru announced, throwing you over his shoulder, as Suguru triple locked the door.
Purposely making your boyfriend jealous has its perks and its downsides. First perk—well he fucks you like he hates you. Pins you down beneath him, pushes your knees up towards your head. Doesn’t take a breath when folding you into the meanest mating press, all the while his cock plummets your sweet insides.
Downside? Once he starts fucking you, he doesn’t let up until you’re begging for it. After thirty minutes of him pinning you down, and you being pinned against the mattress, you’d both long since drowned out the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Which was constant thump’ thump’ alongside every thrust. His low grunts were accompanied by the desperation that tainted each plea, and every moan that left your lips.
“Oh my god—mmh! I-it’s too much—“
Your hands pushed out against his chest, trying to shove him away. As expected he didn’t let that slide. “What did I tell you about pushing me away?” He growls, body sticky with sweat. He reels his hips back, and takes ahold of your wrists, pinning them above your head before slamming his hips forward.
With every thrust you could hear the way his hips smacked against yours. You were a mess above and below with the way his cock disappeared in and out of your messy cunt. Soaked cunt leaving a milky white ring around the base of his cock, with thrusts that left your brain feeling fuzzy each time he kissed your cervix.
Leaving the nastiest lil’ smooches. You felt dizzy and weak beneath him, but you should’ve known that an escape from his brutal thrusts would not be likely. Especially with the way he had your belly bulging from how deep he was.
Every inch of his cock that he bullied into you had you stammering out plea after pathetic plea, “Please—mm’ sorry—can’t t-take it anymore!” Eyes rolling into the depts of your skull when he grinds his hips deep against your sweet spot, punishing you for even having the audacity.
“Don’t say that baby, yes you can. If you can flaunt your ass, you can take a couple inches of dick, right?”
A pitful cry spilled past your lips in response to his words, because it wasn’t like he was packing three inches—this man was packing a whole whopping eight and a half inches. He was thick, from tip to base, pink mushroom tip stretching you apart in all the right ways. You wanted to curse him, but all you could manage to do was shake your head no—then shake your head yes, because you had no idea what to think.
Then again he had an idea that his cock was doing something right.
A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, hearing the shlick’ shlick’ of your cunt as you swallowed up his cock like it was nothing. He slowed his thrusts to let you feel every single ridge, every vein and every kiss he gave your sweet spot. He felt your body tense up, the way your walls tightened around him. Creamy pre connecting him to your sweetest places.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” he hissed, releasing your wrists to thumb at your clit. He began rubbing in quick tight circles, once he moved his hips faster again. “Whining about it being too much and still sucking me in like you can’t get enough.”
“I’m sorry—“
He snickers roughly, muscles flexing as he leans a little further over your body. Taking in the way your jaw goes slack with a silent scream. “You’re such a sweet little brat when you want to be.”
“What are you sorry for, princess?”
He purposefully changes the angle of his thrusts when you try to speak. Angling deeper, thrusts becoming meaner with every helpless moan that escapes your lips. He plays you like a fiddle, teases your clit, pinches it gently when your walls start fluttering. He rocks his hips forward when you cry out—again, and then again because he likes the fucked out expression you make.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Maybe you aren’t sorry, if you were sorry you’d try a little harder to get the words out, wouldn’t you?”
When he unexpectedly pulls out, he doesn’t even give you the chance to express disappointment before he’s flipping you over onto your stomach. Your hand catches the front of the wooden headboard before your head can slam into it just as he’s sheathing himself back inside you with a particularly jaw dropping thrust.
He pulls your thighs apart, pushes down on your head until the arch of your spine is so deep it almost aches. At the same time he drives his hips forward with a grunt. You clench around him with a soft whimper, hips jerking against.
“That’s it baby, bring your hips back. Justtt like that—ffuckk,” he moans with a shaky breath, as you rock your hips back against him he holds you steady with one hand on the side of your hip. Helping you move in unison with the pace he’s already set. “You’re takin’ it so well angel, such a good girl.”
The current position he has you in has him hitting all the spots that make you weak, deep, mean thrusts that has his cock all in your stomach. Every thrust pulls a broken mewl from your throat, jaw going slack. Drool escaping from the corner of your mouth to soak into the sheets.
An orgasm builds quick, unreasonable quick, and the knot in your lower belly tightens and twists until you’re writhing beneath him. Your cries become louder with every thrust. He notices immediately, and with a smirk he leans over your back.
Thick cock covered in a sticky mess of translucent as he moves in and out of your fluttering cunt. You’re a mess, dripping around him, his balls and onto the sheets below.
“I bet you regret taunting me now, don’t you?” His lips brush against your ear, and a moan tumbles past your lips when he nips the lobe.
“Yes! mmh—wan—d-do it again! I’m sorrry—“
“Awn,” he coos mockingly, leaning back, pulling you up by your hair until you’re pressed flushed to his chest. Giving him damning access to pound away at your sweet spot. “Does the pretty slut want to cum all over my cock?” He smiles, amused when you start shaking and sobbing from the overstimulation.
“I d-do! I need to cum—“
“Oh?”
His hand finds your belly, and he slips it down towards your lower belly to press against the bulge of his dick inside you.
“That’s too fucking bad,” his free hand grabs your throat, roughly pulling your head back against his shoulder while still fucking into you.
“Should’ve thought about that before making me jealous.”
“But—mmh! Ah—sworry!”
“Sworry?” He grins, eyes gleaming when he mocks you in your own extremely high pitched voice.
“You need to be thought some manners. Do you seriously think you deserve to cum after what you did? I’m going to fuck you until you pass out, and even then I won’t stop.”
The words sound daunting, but with the way he’s smushed against your cervix you can’t think past the pleasure. If you’d could think you’d probably find someway to regret your pior actions, but with the way he’s fucking you there’s just no way you’ll be able to ignore how good his cock feels.
Your vision whites out, a soundless scream escapes your throat as you cum around him. He feels it, the way your body locks with tension, the flutter of your pussy around his cock when he comes to an abrupt stop.
“What the fuck?”
God. You’re in for it now.
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The fastest way into Satoru’s wallet pants heart... wallet, is a trick you learned from Suguru early on in your relationship with them.
You keep refreshing the tab on your phone hoping to see the price tag come down on the item of your desires but if anything it feels like it’s only going up, up, up and out of your grasp. You sigh and lock your phone, setting it in front of you on the mattress. You bury your head in your arms, letting go of the dream of owning the illusive item.
Strong hands grip your hips and flip you onto your back, Suguru’s playful expression engulfing your view as he lays on top of you. His face falls when yours doesn’t light up, asking you gently, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s dumb,” you say, shaking your head.
“It’s not dumb if you’re upset. Tell me.” His expression is so soft, so gentle that all you can do is sigh again and confess, showing him the listing on your phone.
“Ask Satoru.” Suguru makes it sound so simple.
Your cheeks heat at the idea of it alone. Realistically, you know you can ask him for anything and he’d happily give it. The insane price tag is what holds you back. There is no way you could ask for something that expensive.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Suguru sits up at your hesitation, his knees on either side of your hips. “Listen, he’s just a man with a stupid amount of money and what do men with a stupid amount of money like to do? Spend it on pretty things.” He leans forward, his face in yours again to press a kiss to your jaw as he whispers, “That’s us.”
“I can’t,” you repeat, tilting your head away to get a better view of the man sitting on top of you.
Suguru rolls his eyes and huffs. “Do you want it?”
“Not tha-”
“Do you want it?”
“I don’t need it.”
“I didn’t ask if you need it. Yes or no, do you want it?” He raises his eyebrows, making a poor attempt at not smiling while he waits for your answer.
You swallow down your shame, avoiding eye contact as you admit, “yes,” through gritted teeth.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He presses a kiss to your lips and stands.
You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him free his hair from the bun he keeps it in, long hair falling over his shoulders and down his back. You gulp when his shirt comes off next, nothing you haven’t seen before but god, he’s fucking breathtaking.
6’3 of lean muscle, raven locks down to his waist, sharp jawline and cheekbones.
The kind of beauty that wars have been fought over.
Suguru takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Let me show you how to charm the man who has the money,” he says, guiding you down the hallway and into the living room where Satoru sits on the couch, lost in whatever’s displayed on his phone screen.
You lean against the living room wall, observing the way Suguru moves across the room to settle into Satoru’s lap. He plucks Satoru’s phone from his hand and tosses it to the other cushion, commanding his attention. Satoru’s face blushes a bright, pretty pink as he takes in the sight of Suguru and all of his raw sex appeal.
“Toru, baby,” Suguru purrs, pressing himself closer to Satoru, guiding his hands to his waist. “I need your credit card.”
“Mmm, yeah?” Satoru hums, his hands roaming over Suguru’s sides and around his back to lock him in place. His pupils are already swallowing his irises, glazed over by lust. “What for?”
Suguru cages him against the back of the couch, his hair falling in a curtain around them. He rolls his hips down into Satoru’s just to hear him choke on the air he tries to suck in when their dicks brush; they’re only half hard but it’s enough. “That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“You’re gonna bleed me dry, gorgeous.” Satoru surges up to plant his lips on Suguru’s, just for Suguru to pull back.
“Who says it’s for me?” Their eyes turn to you, still leaning against the wall. You swallow thickly, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. Satoru chuckles and returns his attention to Suguru, attempting to bring their lips together again. Suguru grabs his jaw before they can connect, just barely letting them brush when he says, “Ah- card first.”
Your clit throbs watching the interaction, completely hypnotized by Suguru the same way Satoru is. You’re pulled out of your trance and forward by Suguru holding out a little silver piece of plastic to you that you take too long to realize is Satoru’s card.
You stumble over your own feet on you way to the couch, gingerly taking the card from Suguru’s out stretched hand. You whisper a ‘thank you,’ and you’re not even sure who you’re thanking or what for, but you press a kiss to Suguru’s cheek regardless as his tongue explores Satoru’s mouth.
You turn to head back to the bedroom and enter the digits on the card into your phone on a somewhat questionable website, only to be stopped by Satoru’s hand grabbing your wrist.
When you turn back to face him, Suguru is leaving open mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck, his chest heaving as he pushes his hips up into Suguru’s.
“At least kiss me before you rob me blind.” He smirks up at you, eyes half lidded. His mouth falls open around a deep moan when Suguru finds a particularly sensitive stretch of skin, and there’s that throb in your clit again.
Your breathing is becoming just as uneven as Satoru’s. You sit next to them, your knees tucked under you and lean forward, your lips capturing Satoru’s.
“Thank you, Toru,” you whisper against his lips when you part.
suguru’s buried deep, thicker than you’re used to, stretching you open with every lazy descent until your thighs tremble and your palms brace on his chest. you’re taking him inch by inch, savoring the drag, the way he fills you so completely it steals your breath.
his hands are on your waist, guiding you, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above your hipbones. his head tips back against the cushions, black hair spilling everywhere, eyes half-lidded and dark. he’s quiet tonight—breathing controlled, jaw tight—like he’s trying to last longer than his body wants to.
you sink down fully. he bottoms out with a low groan that vibrates through you both.
and then you feel it.
a twitch—sharp, involuntary—right where he’s pressed deepest. his cock pulses once, twice, thick and hot inside you, nudging against that spot that makes your spine arch. your walls flutter in answer, gripping him tighter, and his eyes snap open.
he looks down.
there it is: the faint outline of him under your skin. a soft swell just below your navel, rising every time you lift and falling when you grind back down. the sight hits him like a punch.
“fuck,” he rasps, voice cracking for the first time since you’ve known him. his hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “look at that. look at you—taking all of me.”
you glance down too. see the bulge move again when he twitches inside you, helpless and hungry. heat floods your face, your core, everywhere.
he loses it.
one hand slams to your lower belly, palm flat, pressing down right over the swell so he can feel himself move beneath his own fingers. the pressure makes you gasp—makes him feel even bigger, every ridge, every throb.
“shit—baby—” his hips snap up without warning, short, desperate thrusts that punch the air out of your lungs. “can feel myself… right here. fucking ruining you.”
he fucks up into you harder, faster, chasing the sight of that bulge appearing and disappearing with every brutal stroke. his other hand fists your hair, yanks your head back so he can watch your face while he watches your stomach.
“gonna come,” he growls. “gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me for days—fuck—look at it. look what you do to me.”
when he comes, he keeps pressing down, milking every aftershock, hips grinding slow circles like he wants to brand the shape of himself into you forever.
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