Suguru geto is a man with confidence and intelligence. When he listens to you late at night when you need someone to listen to your rants about how the world is so unforgiving and dark. Whispering about how things could be so much better if the world could be so perfect. Heâll entertain your thoughts and expand them from a different perspective, a different angle. Saying how humans are complex as a species and weâre only here for so long to exist. But in moments like these all of that background noise fades, in his arms, in this roomâitâs quiet. You want to exist with him for as long as your body can hold on. The warmth of his chest against your cheek and you breathe, exhaling through your nose. You donât want to be anywhere else but here, because here is safe.
Suguru knows you love him dearly and you know how self-destructive he can get. He knows that he often keeps his worries and sorrows to himself, he needs to keep it together for you. He knows youâre not weak but he doesnât want to burden you with anything or worry his sweet girl. One thing about Suguru is that heâs going to make sure youâre happy and healthy before all else. Suguru doesnât open up often but when he does itâs vulnerable and honest. You donât ever leave him alone with his thoughts for too long because then the dread inside his chest just makes his stomach sink. It takes a while for him to be vulnerable but he tries. Itâs not that he doesnât trust youâitâs more of that heâs scared. Heâs scared of giving and giving only to receiving nothing in return. Heâs scared of losing you. Sometimes late at night youâll hear his gentle whisper of a prayer for you to stay.
Suguru hates it when you cry, you should only be happy and at peace. When you cry his heart beats deeper in his chest and he canât help but feel like he needs to make you feel soothed and loved. He hates it when your tears arenât from happiness. Heâll come to you and pick you up, in his arms and into bedâon his lap and caress your hair and wipe your tears then kiss you. Heâll reassure you then pamper you some more. He will slowly rock you bundled in his arms. You should never be in pain. You should never know pain when with him. If youâre still crying after some time heâll make you something to eat then come back to accommodate the room to your liking. Changing the temperature of the house, cracking open a window, fan on, dim/no lights, tv on low. All for you. Heâll give you your favorite food and feed you all the while trying to cheer you up. Heâs so sweet.
Suguru is a man that loves giving. It makes him feel good. Thatâs why when heâs in between your legs he orgasms just from giving it to you. Heâll encourage you, when youâre so damn close to cumming he stares you in the face with lustrous low eyes. Giving your clit loving kisses and sucks until it bruises, until it twitches stronger, until youâre crying, until youâre sobbing. Thereâs nothing more than Suguru loves than to give it open mouthed kisses until youâre out of it completely. Until you beg, youâre a complete mess. Thereâs nothing more special to him than your cries when you cum on his tongue. He loves the taste of you. He loves licking and tasting when youâre shaking through the aftershocks. Your body can handle it and it will. Heâs soft as ever to you during sex, but especially when giving you oral. Heâll hold your thighs against his head tight so you canât break free. Itâs just Suguru, donât run. Youâre safe in his arms now.
you didnât set out to homewreck their relationship on both ends, really. if anyone were to ask you, it was a stroke of fateâyouâd just happened across the both of them. suguru, who approached you at a bar and bribed you to the back with a drink. who brought you to the perfect line between drunk and tipsy, giggling endlessly and listing into his side, unable to hold yourself up fully. who took off his wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand before taking you to bed. who took you apart with the skill of a man with years of experience.
years he had; after all, you woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing, a call from âloveâ blaring at you from the screen.
he winks at you as he leaves, securing a teasing promise that you wonât tell anyone. you donât. instead, you smear a kiss at his collar. you ask to see him again, and when you do, you make a game out of trying to leave evidence behindâwhen suguru pulls you back by the hair, making filthy promises to fuck you in his husbandâs bed, you moan and scratch your way down his back. when he ties you up, calling you his pretty little dove, you pull the skin of his neck into your mouth and suck until it bruises. when he gags you, telling you to be good, you whine and cry and hook your ankles around his hips, hoping this time it takes.Â
and when he finally, finally takes you home, fucking you on his bed like he promised, you just so happen to accidentally leave your g-string behind.
a week later, you see satoru while scrolling on hinge. older, beautiful, and clearly suguruâs husband. youâd seen him enough, stared down his picture while his husband fucked you in his bedroom. youâd imagined his face. daydreamed about the possibility of him walking in, of him watching you take his husband down your throat as he moaned your name.
this, you think, is better.
you match. of course you do. you start talking, you play it sweet, you act completely clueless. you have phone sex with him before suguru picks you up for another date. suguru takes you to bed, and you comfort him when he texts you about how his âroommateâ is taking a while to get home. when you finally meet, he doesnât even bother to hide his wedding ring. suguru never does, either.
satoru fucks you angry. he keeps your hands clasped in one palm as he takes you from behind, panting heavily in your ear. when you turn your head to moan, he growls low in his throat and shoves your face into the pillow, smothering your whines. he makes you cry. fucks you until heâs done, uncaring of the way you writhe against him as it borders too much.
and when itâs done, he sits there, not even looking at you. he stares down at his hands, palms up, wedding ring still on. you run a hand down his thigh, lean into his side, and ask whatâs wrong.
âi think my husband is cheating on me,â he tells you hoarsely.Â
you coo, bringing his head into the crook of your bruised neck. you run a hand down his spine, stroking your thumb back and forth. you press a kiss into his white hair. âitâs okay,â you murmur. âitâs okay. heâs notâhe couldnât be. whoâd be willing to give you up?â
he texts you again a week later. you visit suguru at work, suck him off under his desk, then wipe your mouth and meet up with satoru for lunch.
This man is so fucking irritating in the best way possible.
He loves taunting you when youâre crying under him as his veiny, warm, bulging cock slides inside your little wet, creamy pussy. When you tell him to have some sort of mercy on your already well-fucked cunt, he just mimics your plead and challenge you to do something about it. Knowing you canât.
âOhhh!â
He copied your moan again in your ear, grinning smugly. He knows exactly what heâs doing when heâs fucking you like thisâhis cock is just so huge. You want him to stop teasing you. Heâs been doing this for several hours and itâs making you sad. You donât like this game anymore. âStop d-doing that!â You sniffled and swallowed. He hums teasing. âMmmh..â he pretends to think about it and deadpans his voice. âNo.â
âWha?â You look at him with puppy eyes at his answer. He has you in a locked full Nelson, his undeniable strength is keeping you in place. He repeats after you in your whiny tone and exaggerates it. âWha?â You see his grin grow. Before you can respond he purposely speeds up inside you. You squeal and moan. âH-heyyy!â Now heâs ignoring you and fucks your pussy like a sex toy. âDo something about it. Crybaby.â He says. You click your teeth in irritation and sadness.
You canât do anything about it.
âSh-shut the fuck up!â Heâs hitting all your nerves.
âNo.â He simply denies.
His hips go faster into you and youâre on the edge of sobbing. âStop it!â You cry, voice raw. âMh-mhh..â he says teasingly. He knows you hate it when heâs teasing you during sex. Because then it just turns into him just being a meanie to you and your pussy. âStop ittt!â He mocks you again. He bounces you on his cock and you sob harder, he has to and will make sure you feel it until your wailing. âJust a little crybaby, hm?â You want to just cry. Itâs so embarrassing and humiliating. Itâs true though, you do cry a lot when youâre overstimulated. So now heâs just pointing it out. You try to defend yourself but then heâll just go faster and further prove his point when more sobs come from you.
âI hate YOUUUUUHHH!!â
âOh please, cry me a river. Crybaby.â
And he makes you take itâyou scream and squeal until all you can do is cry pathetic sobs as he fucks your pussy into a sickening orgasm. And then he makes you take more because your cries are so cute.
; whiskeyâs on the rocks while your brotherâs on my mouth !
cw: implied p in v, simp!oikawa, slightly submissive!oikawa, oral (f receiving), whimpering oikawa, (slight) talking him through it, mating press
the phone on the nightstand buzzes.
normally, itâs a sound youâd ignore, especially with oikawa tĆru currently blanking out his own mind as he puts you into a mating press. but the bright screen catches your eye, displaying a block of text from a contact name that instantly makes your blood simmer: oikawaâs annoying brat sister.
you canât help but skim the notification.
from: bitch
ur literally so pathetic lmao. u think everyone loves u but everyone actually laughs behind ur back. keep playing queen bee but just wait until i tell tĆru about what u did. he literally hates girls like u. iâm gonna get him to put you in your place since u clearly donât know it.
a sharp, breathless laugh bubbles up in your throat. âput you in your placeâ is insane.
right now, your place is pinned flat against his mattress, taking every single inch of her supposedly vengeful older brother.
âf-fuck, sweetheart... donât laugh now,â oikawa whines, the sound high and strained as his hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him. heâs completely undone, his hair damp and messy, chocolate eyes glazed over with lust. the petty rumors his sister tried spreading at college hasnât touched your reputation, but they had pissed you off. finding out her gorgeous, star-athlete brother was completely obsessed with you? that was the ultimate revenge.
you reach up, wrapping your fingers in his messy brown curls and pulling him down. âtĆru. down.â
he doesnât need to be told twice. he lets out a needy whimper, sinking to his knees between your legs and sliding his hands up your thighs to drape them over his shoulders. he looks up at you through his eyelashes, entirely devoted, before burying his face in your pussy.
his tongue is wicked, carving into you with an agonizingly perfect rhythm that has your back arching off the bed. you moan, loud and echoing in the quiet apartment, your fingers tight in his hair as he sucks your on clit, worshiping you like the queen his sister is so terrified you are.
but you arenât done playing.
shaking, you reach over and grab your phone off the nightstand. oikawa notices the shift in your weight and looks up, shiny-lipped and panting, a faint pout forming. âbabe... focus on meâŠâ
âoh, i am,â you gasp out, tapping into the message thread. âcome here. open up.â
with no hesitation, he slides up your body, hovering over you, his thick, throbbing length pressing against your stomach. when you tap his chin, he parts his lips, and you slide two fingers straight into his mouth. oikawa sucks on them instantly, eyes closing as he whimpers around your knuckles, a desperate sound of submission ripping from his chest because he wants you so damn bad.
with your free hand, you quickly type out your reply to his sister.
to: bitch
him, putting me in my place? your brother was just in my mouth, you donât need to tell him that. heâs just about to.
you hit send.
you toss the phone face-down on the mattress, lock your legs around oikawaâs waist, and pull your fingers out of his mouth.
ânow,â you smirk, your voice dripping with sweet satisfaction as you look at his flushed, eager face. âwhy donât you put me in my place, tĆru?â
he groans, a dark, primal sound, and drives himself all the way inside you in one heavy, unforgiving thrust.
n: YOOO ANOTHER WIN FOR THE BLIND PPL đ fuck, i love oikawa. i can write anything just for him.
*wrings my hands worriedly and hornily* ma'am may I request toxic ex-bf touya hate sex? Thank you amen
WE all crave toxic sex with him đââïž
âugh, stop being such a bitch and just admit you love me,â touya rolls his eyes just to infuriate you as he pounds his hips forward, breaking new ground with each thrust. you really hate to admit it, but . . the sex has gotten so much better since the breakup. âyouâre so full of it, and i donât just mean my cock, sweetheart. why else would you keep coming back like this?â
you grab at his hair and yank it, fingers buried in the white roots. he throws you a smarmy look, though he fights back a moan. âshut up. you were the one who started it! i came back here to get the rest of my shit and you ended up grinding on me like a fucking dogââ
touya catches your chin in a tight grip and cuts you off with a manic laugh. itâs so funny to him how easy you are, really. despite all of your shouting and unrelenting insults, youâre still willing to be pinned down and fucked within an inch of your life, in missionary, no less. throughout the course of your relationship with him, youâd never been fucked this wayâbut now that youâre broken up, youâre hate fucking in the one position that should bring out every other emotion.
you twist beneath him, writhing around on the couch and bucking up like youâre trying to break free. you even slap his chest, dig your nails in while trying to push him back. âlet me go, asshole. youâre soââ
before you can even finish your angry sentence, something warm and wet lands on your cheek and you flinch. touya doesnât let go of your chin and doesnât break his pace, even though heâs just spit directly onto your face. itâs so upsetting, so fucking disrespectful, and you want to choke him to death more than anything right now, but you moan before you can express the aforementioned thought in words.
âgod, just look at that,â touya coos, sounding terribly mean despite the pitch of his voice, âyouâre such a fucking slut when it comes to me. do you have any idea what your friendsâyour coworkers would think of you?â
you finally manage to wrench your chin free and drag him down by the hair, pulling his head over your shoulder so you donât have to look at him. âdo you have any idea what the league would say if they saw the kind of whore you are? if they knew how you sound when youâre begging me to sit on your face?â
touyaâs teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck, but thanks to the anger sizzling under your skin, you donât feel a damn thing. instead, you lock your legs around his slim waist and keep running your mouth. why should he be the one to call you a slut when heâs so much worse? just fifteen minutes ago, you were shoving the last of your personal belongings into a u-haul box when he came up behind you, fully intending to fuck.
he doesnât answer you this time, too focused on breathing in the faint traces of perfume along your neck and behind your ears. once, he mightâve run his tongue over the harsh bite to soothe the sting; now, he lets it throb and moves to make a mark elsewhere. touya keeps fucking you, less like heâs got something to prove and more like he couldnât stop even if he wanted to. as much as he wants to torture you and hamper your orgasms, he realizes how annoying it would be for his own.
so because heâs selfishâat least, you say he isâtouya continues rutting his cock into you, making sure that youâll be hurting by tomorrow. what good is sex if thereâs no reminders of it in the future? thatâs half of his reasoning behind the marks, the soreness he leaves you with; the rest is because he wants everyone in your life to know that heâs still got you in the palm of his hand.
âdamn, youâre tight,â he pants out, heart rattling in his chest, âi know youâre excited, butâs-shitâthink you could loosen up a little?â
your nails rake along the nape of his neck as you play with the wispy hair there, the white roots showing again. itâs nearly time for them to be dyed again, and you wonder if heâll ask you for help again. he knows how to do it on his own, but heâs gotten lazy with you. âthink you can prep me better next time?â you snap back, digging your heels into his lower back.
maybe this is what makes sex so surreal now. itâs the cruel back and forth that neither of you entirely mean but still react to, and the roughness in the way you touch one another. all of it is exhilarating, but even so, you canât bring yourself to actually and truly hate him.
touya slides a hand beneath your back and lifts you closer so he can grind his pelvis against your clit between thrusts. if he was totally invested in the hatred narrative, heâd leave you to satisfy yourself.
your next remark dissolves into a long moan of his name, ât-touya, donât you dare stop.â
âbeg for it,â he grunts into your ear, voice undercut with a tantalizing rasp, âearn it, sweetheart. you donât cum until i tell you to.â
âwhy should i listen to that?â thereâs a certain brattiness in your voice that keys him up like crazy. hate sex with you gives him a high stronger than any street drug ever could.
âbecause deep down, youâre a slut that likes to be told what to do. so fucking beg, or i swear to god iâll edge you until you canât stop crying.â
that . . doesnât sound half bad. touya could throw in some fire play and youâd be absolutely sold! but this is a quickie, because heâs supposed to be meeting with the league soon for a raid, and youâve got plenty of boxes to unpack in your new apartment.
you put on your best whiny voice and tilt your head, moaning directly into his ear. some of it is totally played up and fake to fuck with him, but each grind of his hips chips away the act little by little. âcâmon, touya. please, i want to cum all over your cock.â
he pulls his head back to roll his eyes at you, unimpressed. touyaâs giving you his all and youâre still joking around with him? do you have any idea how hard it is for him to do a plank with one arm out of the equation? if he had any sense, heâd tie you up and jerk off over your face before shoving his cock down your throat if you tried to argue.
ââm not convinced,â touya shrugs, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. he does it carefully, so that the staples donât catch and pull. âi guess begging isnât one of your talents.â
thatâs because heâs always been the one to beg. his version of begging is usually just putting on a cocky tone and saying things like âyou know you want me toâ until he eventually has to plead with you. itâs a private side, one that he would incinerate someone over if they found out about it, but not you.
pissed and spiteful and ready to end this, you arch into him. with your tits pressed against his chest, you know youâve got his attention for sureâand then you absolutely bring it home with the one thing he doesnât expect. touya wouldâve been able to predict a punch to the balls more easily, honest!
âg-give it to me, i wanna make a mess all over you. i want it so bad! please, please make me cum, daddyââ
touya fucking freezes, heated blood turning to ice in an instant. for a second, you think heâs about to burn you and this old apartment down, but then his mouth twists and you feel his cock throbbing against your cervix. hot cum spills deeply into your cunt, and from the looks of it, heâs just as shocked as you are.
you open your mouth first, a laugh rolling off of your tongue. âa daddy kink of all things is crazyyyy. i was just saying shit and youââ
âokay, thanks. you can shut the fuck up,â the undamaged skin of touyaâs face is already bright red with embarrassment and arousal. he claps a hand over your mouth to stop you from saying anything else. âif i eat you out right now, i donât ever want to hear about this again.â
you nod, making a muffled noise against his warm palm. as touya lets you go and shimmies onto his stomach to devour you, he canât help but wonderâis this really hate sex if he loves it so much?
warnings: nsfw, gn reader, touya being a FREAK!!!!!!!!
touya has this habit of sending you videos when hes horny at the worst times. youll be at work or busy, and suddenly theres a clip of him jerking off in some random bathroomâhis breathing heavy but quiet, trying not to be heard.
touya cums embarrassingly fast most of the time, finishing almost as quickly as the video starts. the tiniest thing sets him off, too. you can send him send a voice messageâjust you talking about your dayâand suddenly hes bricked up with his hands down his pants and the camera on his dick. does NOT dirty talk. tried once while he was bottoming out and it was so awkward and you laughed at him. he hasnt tried it since and sticks to to growling and quiet breathing.
touya is undeniably beautiful, but he hates showing his face in videos. no matter how many times youve reassured himâcountless timesâthat hes not gross. camera stays fixed on his dick with his hip dermals in clear view droolssss
writing smut is so awkward sometimes i physically recoil every time i proofread
Lmao just Dabi interacting with Natsuo like a normal sibling because like let's be honest this man have dodged death way too many times to die now, he's basically immortal atp.
Natsuo : I'm having girls problem
Touya, through the pod : oh shit, like 'I have a girl's body in my truck' problem or 'why doesn't she like me' problem?
Natsuo : ..why doesn't she like me, problem.
Touya : damn, would have given you a few numbers for the first one.
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