Não quero ficar “magra definida” quero ficar uma magra fina, magérrima, palito… quero que o elogio mais fraco seja “parece que você está passando fome”
cw: implied mass killing, abduction, drugging, inaccurate description of mermen stuff, sexual content, knotting, yandere behaviors, misspellings and grammatical errors
yandere merman!satoru who first saw you from the wooden dock behind your parent's restaurant.
he immediately felt the need to claim and drag you to his home. the feeling within his chest was intense, it hurts. he knew right there and then that you're his fated mate.
he doesn't understand why a fragile human is his match but the universe had decreed it. and one thing about him is he doesn't deny himself what belongs to him.
every early morning, he'd watch you carry heavy wooden buckets of your father's daily catch, barefoot on the sand. he doesn't understand why a female like you would have to strain your muscles everyday, even under the scorching sun that burns your skin when you stay out too long. he hates that you have to work so hard to live.
your father's fishing nets start coming up impossibly full. not just with regular fish, but with the rarest, most expensive deep sea delicacies that shouldn't even exist near shore. one evening, you found perfectly formed black pearls and shiny seashells sitting on the bottom of the bucket you left on the dock. you'd think it's a blessing from the sea but to mermen, it's a dowry.
this blessings kept coming, sometimes just sitting on the sand where you specifically rest during afternoons. it had already filled the drawers in your room, you decided to sell them. the amount of money you've received in return was huge. you decided to use it to upgrade the restaurant and planned to enroll to your dream university to take the course you thought could only become an unachievable dream to you.
eventually, merman!satoru grows tired of watching you from afar. he waited til the sun went down and the restaurant closed to he reveal himself while you're cleaning up the dock.
he rested his arms on the edge of the wooden pier. his human-like torso is impossibly pale and sculpted. in between his fingers were webbed and ends with sharp nails. his hair was white and long, it danced under the water like the way a jellyfish's tentacles would move.
he talked to you in a hypnotic, low but soft voice, mimicking the way you humans talk. when you tried to step back, you couldn't move out of fear.
his freezing hand reached out to touch your hand. when he noticed the warmth of your skin dissipate under his touch, he let go as if he'd burned you. only then could you move and stumble your way from him.
he let out desperate calls for you but you don't turn back. not even once. that alone made his heart clenched painfully. he cried and clawed the pier in attempt to carry himself up, as he watched you disappear from his sight.
if only he could turn his tail into stupid human feet, he would. with a broken heart, he dives back down to the cold water.
over the next weeks passed, merman!satoru constantly visits you every night when no one else is around, bringing gifts for you. that's when you found out the pearls were from him all along. in return, you continued to meet him.
whenever you were late, he demanded to know what you've been doing. when you'd say the restaurant was busy with many customers or you've been caught up in some sort of activity he doesn't understand, he'd scowl. the next time you are late, the sea becomes violently restless. the waves would slam against the shore, a sign of his displeasure to which you weren't aware of.
he grows jealous of anything that takes your attention from him including your family. if he sees you laughing with a male customer, that customer's boat would suddenly suffer a mysterious tear in its hull the next day.
if your father makes you (even if you willingly) carry heavy stuff, he'd ensure no fish would enter his nets for a week, forcing your family to temporarily close the restaurant. you'd be free from your chores, giving you more time to come near the waters.
he loves marking you as his mate. before you go home, he would drag his wet fingers over your wrists, neck, and collarbones, leaving a faint, shimmering bioluminescent residue. other sea creatures will steer clear of you, recognizing you as a property of their king.
his patience was running thin, his urge to keep you in his arms and claim you was getting to him.
his tipping point was when you mentioned you're leaving to pursue your dream. satoru decided the land is no longer the place for you to stay.
he brings a massive, unnatural storm to the coast. the waves crash violently against the land, every building including the restaurant was completely destroyed right when it was hit. the waves engulfed everything on the island, taking the life of every single human that lives there, except you.
when you were taken by the sea, you expected to drown and choke on salt water. but then you felt yourself wrapped around a pair of firm arms and realized you could breathe.
the waters couldn't touch you unless he allows it. he acts as your literal life support. if you push him away or try to swim to the surface, you wouldn't be able to breathe anymore, forcing you to go back to his arms.
merman!satoru who takes hyou down into a massive, air-filled cavern carved into an underwater home. a surreal, hauntingly beautiful prison. he has filled the place with treasures he had harvested over the years from shipwrecks, and a nest of dry cloths on the farthest corner.
he'd hunt the best fish there is for you to eat. but since there's no way for you to create fire to cook, he'd just clean it up and serve it to you similarly to a sashimi. he'd feed it to you piece by piece, making a purr like sound when you swallow.
mermen doesn't sleep the way humans do. while you rest on the "bed", he'd hover over you, watching your chest and stomach rise and fall. he'd spend hours combing his webbed, clawed fingers through your hair, untangling the knots caused by the saltwater.
he'd also rub his cheek against your neck, transferring his unique pheromones onto your skin so that you'd never be approached by another creature like him.
when you'd cry or beg to go back to your family, he wouldn't get angry. you're just having trouble adapting to your new home so he takes his time trying any way to comfort you til you calm down. if you don't stop though, he'd sing a song as if putting you to sleep then becomes a low hum. it forces your brain to calm down, drugging you into a docile, sleepy state.
it took you a long time to accept your fate. especially when he swam you to the surface to take a look of what had happened to the island.
everything was flushed down by the sea. he watched you wail at the loss of your family and what was once your home. you held onto him because he's the only one left for you, not knowing that he was the cause of it all.
a few months after living with him in his cold palace, the constant exposure to his magic, consuming his saliva when he kisses you, and droplets of his blood he secretly mix into your food, slowly turned you into one of his kind.
your hands formed webs in between your fingers, gills developed right under your ears, and your legs painfully fused until it turned into a fishtail— a mermaid's tail. it definitely freaked you out. he feigned ignorance as to why this was happening to you but he assured you, he'd take good care of you.
your transformation was enough to alter your body to survive the extreme cold temperature and pressure, even without the safe bubble he put in your now home. only when he was sure your body could survive him, he finally coaxes you into mating with him.
through merman!satoru's bites and deep, intoxicating kisses, he introduced a mild numbing venom and essence into your bloodstream.
it wouldn't harm you. instead, it would make your body adapt to him so you wouldn't get hurt during mating. it also acts as an aphrodisiac, making you docile under his touch and submit to him completely.
he held you tight under him, letting his dick out of a slit opening along his lower abdomen. grinding his length that had penetrated your entrance, he stretched you so right.
he moved in and out of you fast enough to make you moan and whisper his name. your fingers dug into the skin of his back but it didn't cut him. it only left dents and scratches that regenerated for mere seconds while his lips kept attacking your lips for kisses.
his tongue tangled with yours and swallowed your moans as you came around him. not long after, he stayed still, filling you up as his base grew bigger, the painful stretch made you cry.
he shushed you with kisses, "i know, my love, i know. just bear with it for a moment." he whispered, licking your tears and held you impossibly closer. you could feel every throb of his dick as he knotted you.
once he was sure you'd bear his child, he finally pulls out. he still held you close as he laid next to you, making purring noises in satisfaction. his tongue soothed the bites he marked on your neck, tasting your blood.
turning you into a mermaid was a lot of work but he's glad it worked. mere humans like you don't live long. your lifespan is a blink of an eye compared to his immortality. but now, it's different.
there's no way for you to return to the human world. you are now forever bound to sea and to him.
merman!satoru no longer has to worry about you dying or escaping him because it would only hurt you in all aspects to be separated from your fated mate. you have no choice but to learn to love him.
extra!: imagine what would've happened if reader has seafood allergies and seafood is all he could provide for you to eat. poor reader dies and stupid merman!satoru couldn't do anything but wail as he holds your dead body :)
masterlist (part 1)
the comment was right. he's more like a sea god than a merman😭
Your best friend Suguru asks you to dinner over a sheep’s heart in a bio lab on Valentine’s Day. You humour him. Tis the season, or whatever.
☆ collab w/ @sixxels for her v-day event :) check out that masterlist for a trove of good reads. also to note: this is not a part of my bestfriend!suguru series. this is... just me leeching off the one niche i have lol, this is a separate story to those events.
18+ MDNI
☆ Dissecting hearts on Valentine’s Day.
Your biology professor has a sense of humour, at least.
It doesn’t do much to sate the churning of your stomach, but it’s a nice thing to consider as you stare down at the washed-clean sheep's heart on the table in front of you. High school biology taught you the ins-and-outs of the heart, its valves and chambers and absolute vitality to the function of the human body that very little else matters in comparison.
It is, for lack of better words, an organ to be revered.
“I’ll give you five dollars to lick it.”
Your best friend Suguru seems to think otherwise. He stands beside you, with the most stupid looking eye protection on. His hair was begrudgingly pulled up when your professor mentioned the seventeen different hazards of hair as long as his being left down in a laboratory. And his smile is, as per usual, cocksure.
“Five dollars is not worth the buffet of bacteria I’d be inviting into my mouth,” you nudge the metal tray away from you with a gloved fingertip. “I’ll give you ten, though.”
Suguru scoffs. “I’ll give you fifteen.”
“Twenty,” you lift a metal probe from the tray and point it at him. “And I’ll turn this into a sounding rod and—”
“How about neither of us lick the sheep's heart,” he interjects with a stressed smile, plucking the probe from between your fingers and pointing it at your chest instead, “and you come over for dinner tonight.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, I’m not exactly dying to be your pre-game for whatever gross Valentine’s hookup you have planned, Suguru. I know you don’t wash your sheets.”
“I wash them,” Suguru argues, poking your arm with the probe. “And you happen to be my best friend, so I’d have told you if I had a Valentine—which I don’t.”
You snort. “I find that hard to believe. You always have a Valentine.”
“No one asked.”
“I bet Gojo asked.”
“Well, yeah, but he also asked Nanami. And Shoko. Come on, let's be single and lonely together in my dorm with some real gourmet eats.”
There’s a certain level of assumption that your best friend carries with him. He’s hardly ever wrong in said assumptions, but they still pull a grimace to your face. Really, who is he to assume you don’t already have a valentine? Sure, you share every last aspect of your lives with each other, but that doesn’t mean your love life (or lack thereof) needs to be any of his business.
You turn away from him, deciding to rark his assumptions. “Can’t. I’m busy tonight.”
“Yeah, right.”
“I am,” you insist, grabbing the probe back from Suguru and gripping the heart in your left hand. You find the Superior Vena Cava, and stick the probe downwards into the right atrium, as instructed. After doing the same with the Inferior, you hand the heart and probe unceremoniously to Suguru. “Your turn.”
He takes the heart, but instead of probing it like you’ve been asked, Suguru drops it back onto the metal tray. It clatters a little against the table, and a few people turn their heads to look at the two of you.
“You don’t have a Valentine.”
Your brows raise. “Oh wow, is this a jealousy thing, Sugu? I mean, maybe we could invite you to sit in the cuck chair and—”
He’s quick to cut you off with a gloved hand to your chin, lifting it up to lengthen your neck and start checking the column of your throat for… something.
“What the fuck are you—” your voice trails off when Suguru’s grip shift, and his other hand, the one that was holding the heart, takes the side of your face. “Oh my god Suguru that is so fucking disgust—”
“If anyone had half the mind to ask you out, this—” he taps your pulsepoint with two gloved fingers, “—would be marked up. You’d have to be dating an idiot to be allowed to walk around without staking some sort of claim on you.”
Staking claim? Allowed? “What am I, a lunchbox? My Valentine has to write his name on me so everyone knows I’m spoken for? ‘Don’t eat this one, it’s mine’?”
Suguru shrugs. “Kinda. Does it matter? My point is, I know you’re lying—there’s no possible way you have a Valentine, so I’ll see you at seven.”
What an ass. “Wow. ‘No possible way’, you are just so kindhearted.”
You can see him biting his cheek. He looks down at you with those sharp purple eyes, even through his protective glasses, and shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what, pray-tell, could you have possibly meant instead?”
“I meant,” he starts, grabbing the probe once more and pointing it at you without acknowledgement of infection control and the fact it was just inside the vena cava of a sheep’s heart, “I’ve already written my name. You know… ‘do not eat, this one’s mine’?”
You follow his gaze downwards to the shirt you’re wearing… his shirt. He had left it in your dorm after a night over and never asked for it back. It’s not a thing, you just think it’s more comfortable than any of your own clothes. And it smells like him.
Suguru then points the metal rod to your wrist which, just underneath your sleeve, is a beaded bracelet that reads ‘SG’ in purple beads. He has a matching one of your initials that he wears around his right wrist, the two of you made them together five or so years ago to commemorate your ‘ever-lasting and never-dying’ friendship.
Lastly, he turns the rod on himself and points it right at his own chest. You look him over, enjoying the obvious view but finding no indication of ‘ownership’ as he’d so smugly claim. “Am I meant to know what you’re pointing at?”
Geto sucks in a breath, looks down at the heart on the table, and then back up at you. “So, maybe a few guys have noticed how close we are. And so they’ve asked me if you have a boyfriend, because they’ve wanted to ask you out.”
No fucking way.
“You told them I have a boyfriend, didn’t you? God, you’re such an asshole, Suguru—you can’t just police my love life because you think the guys here arent—”
“I told them I’m your boyfriend,” he cuts you off. “And if they wanted to keep their balls in tact that they shouldn’t talk to you. Or look at you. Or… breathe in your direction.”
All you can do is blink up at him. You’re pretty sure the professor calls out to get you both back on track, but you’re locked in a staring match that seems to last a lifetime. He wouldn’t do that, he’s fucking with you—doing what he always does and trying to get a rise out of your for his own sick entertainment. He likes it when you get mad, when you complain and pout and smack him on the arm for saying stupid shit. He’s fishing.
But then you think about it. You’ve had a pretty regular college experience, minus the attention from guys. You’d always chalked it up as being due to your own neglect towards romantic endeavours. You haven’t been overly interested in hooking up with anyone, and Suguru takes you on enough outings that you’ve never felt the need to date.
But that wouldn’t explain the lack of guys hitting on you. You get it off campus, sometimes a man will buy your drink at the cafe and ask for your number. The odd times you have hooked up with someone, it’s been someone you’ve met outside of school.
“You’re lying,” you say.
Suguru opens his stupid deceptive mouth to respond, but the bell cuts through the air before he can speak. You’re at a standstill until the bleating stops, and even then, all he does is smile.
“You’re lying.”
He shrugs, purposefully raking his eyes down the shirt of his you wear, and then back up to you. “I’ll see you at seven?”
“Nope.”
You made him wait until seven thirty, just to piss him off.
Unfortunately for you, he didn’t answer the door until seven thirty-five, just to piss you off.
Succeeding in his efforts, Suguru finally answered the door to a very cross-looking you, whose bad mood could now only be sated by greasy pizza and room-temperature beer from a can—which is exactly what was waiting for you when you walked in. Propped up on his bed next to a battery-operated fake candle and one singular fake rose in a vase on his bedside table.
Sometimes it’s the little things that remind you that Suguru really is just a college-aged man.
Though you can’t say much with three and a half slices of pizza in your system, and your legs sprawled out over Suguru’s lap as he drums his fingers against your calves. An empty beer can balances precariously on your stomach, a very slight buzz lifting your spirits.
“I wasn’t joking in bio,” is the sentence that your best friend decides to break the easy silence with. “Just by the way. And if you want to throw a few things and call me an ass before you storm out, it might turn me on more than it will make me feel guilty.”
You lift your head to look at him. The smile you thought would be gracing his lips isn’t there, greeting you instead with a frown that reminds you of bad news. You suppose this is bad news, he’s been going behind your back to lie about who you’re dating—but anger isn’t the first thing to bubble up in your chest.
It isn’t even confusion, either. Is your heart… racing?
You pull your elbows back to lean on them, the empty beer can falling from your stomach to the mattress beneath you in the process. All you can do for a very long while is look. And realise.
His lips have always been this pretty—you remember the times you’d have a drink too many and still find yourself going wide-eyed when staring at them and moving with the words he’d speak. Which is funny, because you’re never shy around Suguru.
And his hair has always been that nice. Your fingers have always itched to play with it, braid it, run your fingers through it and learn what kind of a reaction Suguru Geto has when you give it a harsh tug. You’ve found yourself up late some nights, wondering if he’d grunt or whine or if you dipping your hand beneath your waistband to touch yourself to the thought means anything.
Well shit. You like Suguru.
He must notice a change in expression on your face, because his lips are quirking up into a grin, and you’re suddenly… shy?
“You alright there?” he teases, leaning over you to get a better look at your face. “Pizza didn’t agree with you, huh? Happens to me too sometimes, you just need—”
“Shut up, Sugu,” you try to retort like normal, but the million different thoughts crashing through your mind has your voice small, and your face heated. “I’m mad at you. You aren’t my boyfriend, so you had no right to tell everyone you are.”
You don’t have half the mind to process that Suguru is practically on top of you now. His hair falls over his shoulder and down to your chest as he looks you deep in the eyes. You half expect him to pull away, but instead he leans forward and… licks you.
Right on the corner of your lip. It’s quick, but enough tongue-to-lip contact that it has you rearing back and looking up at your best friend with wide and very confused eyes. You open your mouth, try desperately for a ‘what the fuck?’ or a ‘you just fucking licked me, you idiot’, but… nothing comes.
“Oookay,” Suguru pulls back a little at your lack of reaction. “I was expecting more than that. Sorry, you’re upset and I shouldn’t have—”
“Why’d you…”
“Sauce,” he gestures to his own lips. “Pizza. Doesn’t matter. I made you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry.”
“No, you—well. I just… you licked me.”
“I’m trying to send a message here,” he shrugs.
“By licking me?”
“By… well, yeah.” Suguru looks down at you awkwardly. “Best friends don’t lick each other, you know?”
“You just did.”
“Yeah, well I don’t want to be your best friend anymore. Take the hint, I’m begging you.”
Oh. What a weird way to end a friendship. You suppose Suguru has always been unconventional in his approach to life and change, but making light of it isn’t going to make it hurt any less. Your stomach clenches a little, and you’d blame it on the shitty pizza if not for the hot tears that spring to your eyes despite your every wish.
“You’re crying,” Suguru gawks down at you. “You… why are you crying?”
“I don’t know,” you try desperately to reach up and wipe your eyes, but Suguru takes each of your wrists in his own and pins them down to his mattress, forcing you into the bed a little. “I think crying is a pretty normal reaction to your best friend of fucking forever telling you he doesn’t want to be friends anymore!”
Though your vision is blurry, you can make out the vague shape of Suguru’s lips twisting into a stupid, mocking smile that you’d like to just wipe clean off his stupid, mocking face. It’s only made worse when he laughs something joyous and his shoulders shake with the intensity of his humour.
“For such a nerd,” he starts, “you can be so fucking dumb sometimes.”
His lips press against yours in something slow, and soft, and explorative. It’s sweet, the kiss he gives you, but equally starved. He contradicts himself even with his lips on yours, pushing into your mouth and pulling back the second you’re of mind to try and kiss back.
He tastes like pizza and beer. You’d make a face and tell him to go and brush his teeth if you weren’t so sure you tasted the exact same. He greets you with a grin when he breaks the kiss, which quickly turns to a look of confusion when he sees whatever look is on your face.
“Was that okay?” he asks, moving a hand from your wrist to cradle the side of your face. “Say no and it never happened.”
Damn the entire fucking world and the omnipotent deity that may-or-may-not-have created it. You open your mouth to try and force something out, and still nothing comes.
This is Suguru, for the love of everything holy. Your Suguru, who has seen you elated and humiliated and scared and furious, but never shy. You are not shy with Suguru.
And yet.
“I—” you try again, but your gaze drops. Coward. “It was fine.”
“Fine?” he repeats, pulling back a little more to look at you better. You can feel his gaze heating up your skin like it’s suddenly Summer time and he’s the burning sun. “...Are you nervous?”
You scoff automatically, though it catches. “No.”
“You are. You’re being weird. You’re being shy—you’ve never been shy with me.”
He’s taken it personally, like the idea of you being nervous around him affronted him personally.
You swallow. “Yeah, well, you’ve never kissed me before.”
“And doing so made me what? Scary?”
“No!” you try, frustrated both with him and with yourself. “It just changed things.”
Your best friend does what he seems to do best lately and takes another long moment to study every last inch of your burning face. He looks from the lips he just kissed to your nervous eyes and pinched brows. You’re being shy with him, and neither of you could really say as to why.
Maybe because he does stuff like this. Without warning, Suguru reaches down to grab at your hips and, in one irritatingly easy motion, flips the two of you over so that you’re the one on top. Your thighs bracket his hips as you land straddling him, a small and very undignified noise escaping your lips in the process.
Before you can even try to process your new position, or the expanse of solid mass now beneath you, Suguru lifts up slightly and pulls off his shirt, tossing it across the room to land on Satoru’s bed. Thank god he isn’t here to witness the state you’re in.
“I think that look on your face is one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my entire life,” he starts, resting his head down against the pillow and looking up at you, hands still holding your hips. “But I hate it, because I don’t ever want you to feel nervous around me. I don’t want to make you shy.”
Part of you wants to hit him. “I think that’s probably the least reassuring thing you could say to a shy person.”
“Good thing you’re allowed to be shy with literally anyone else. Here,” one hand leaves your hip to guide your wrist forward until your palm presses flat over his sternum. Right over his heart. “Tell me something about it.”
His skin is warm. Warmer than yours, but he’s always run hot. Your beaded bracelet, the one with SG on proud display, runs against his skin as you feel. His heartbeat is steady, thrums against your waiting palm in a slightly elevated beat.
“You’re nervous too,” you quip, which makes him scoff.
“Obviously. I just kissed the person I’ve wanted to kiss since I was thirteen. Tell me something nerdy, nerd.”
Your brain, the traitor that it is, latches on to the familiarity of academia. You trace over his sternum, slightly to the right—his left. “The two largest veins are in your heart,” you exhale slowly, keeping your hand over his firm chest even as his falls away. “The inferior and superior vena cava.”
“And what do they do?”
“Well really, you should tell me. You weren’t paying attention at all today, even though I tell you to listen—” you trail off as you notice the grin Suguru sports on his lips, most likely at your less-shy demeanour. You suppose irritation is your baseline with him. “They return deoxygenated blood to your heart. The superior vena cava takes care of your upper body.”
You trace your fingertips up to his collarbone, down his bicep a little. “Your arms, chest…” and then back up to his face. You take a moment to look at the beautiful sculpted stone that is his bone structure, and then give his forehead a flick for good measure. “All the dumb stuff in your head, too.”
He huffs a laugh.
“And the inferior vena cava returns it from the lower body,” you add, eyes holding his sharp gaze as you trail that same hand over his chest again, and then lower. Your sudden shyness now exchanged for a boldness you hadn’t seen in you, as you feel each ridge of his abs on your descent to his waistband, which sits snugly between your thighs. You’re a half-inch from brushing over your own clothed clit. “It all goes back to the heart.”
“Full circle,” Suguru glances down at where your hand sits. You feel him give your hip a squeeze, and then tentatively trace his hand up your spine, under your shirt. “And when the heart’s working overtime…”
His hand drags slowly over your ribs and up over your left breast. You swallow your spit. “It beats faster,” you finish his sentence. “Sinus tachycardia.”
“God, you’re such a nerd,” he laughs under you, the rumbling vibrations of it going straight to your clit. You shoot your hand back up to his chest to fight the overwhelming urge to break the seal of his waistband and take what you want. “Your heart is racing.”
You know—you can feel it in your throat. So is his, though—thump thump thump against your palm like a telling drum.
It’s a weird telepathic kind of need that kicks the two of you into drive next. Mirroring each other, the both of you hold eye contact as you drag your touch down each other’s bodies nice and slow. From chest to stomach, then to waistband and beneath.
Suguru is rock hard, and although not the first dick you’ve felt pulse beneath your touch, he’s definitely the biggest. You wrap your fingers around his length and gasp as he simultaneously drags his fingers between your folds to find you soaked and sensitive.
The heart wants what it wants, you guess.
You snort at that, which makes Suguru look up at you with a funny expression. “What?”
You shake your head fondly. “Nothing. We’re just… really doing this.”
His gaze is intense—he’s sitting up a bit now to get a better look at you, fingers slowly drawing circles around your clit. Suguru doesn’t know this part of you like he does everything else. Doesn’t know what makes you writhe quite yet. It’s something he’ll learn by the end of the night.
It’s like you’re in a haze of want. Like every stray thought you’ve had before this moment has now compiled in your brain to play on a loop—you’re undressed before you know it. The two of you, bare skinned and breathless against each other. Moving with each other’s bodies in a familiarity only the two of you could have.
You stroke him nice and slow—your form of preservation. Or punishment, for him being an ass.
“I think you’re beautiful,” he groans as he keeps rubbing quick circles over your clit, mouthing over one of your nipples as he keeps his eyes trained up on your face. “Used to think of this perfect fucking body beneath some other guy and feel sick. S’why I told everyone we were together—I would have scared you off with the things I’d do to someone else who got to see this.”
Maybe you should be concerned about the fact that that is quite possibly the hottest thing he’s ever said to you. You mean to open your mouth and retort with something teasing about his obvious unbridled obsession, but what comes out instead is a strained “I need you,” that sets every nerve in Suguru’s body alight.
“You have me,” he’s pulling his hand from your achy cunt and using the collected slick to mix with the pre beading at his tip. You let go of his cock and watch as he mixes your arousal, smearing it all over the thick head of his cock and guiding you to hover over his tip. “God, you’ve always had me.”
What a sap. You smile, lean forward, and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Took you long enough to admit it,” you manage. “Nervous or something? Shy?”
“Yeah?” He mocks, cooing the word out like silk. His strong hands hold your hips, and then slam them downwards onto his efficacious dick. “Shut the fuck up.”
He fills you entirely in one sick, sedative stroke. You feel blissed out and desperate and fucking sore all at the same time. The stretch is manageable, as is the pinch you feel when his tip near-meets your cervix, but what has you choking out a moan is the instant pace he takes with you.
So much for you being on top—Suguru thrusts upwards into you with such gluttonous voracity that you’d think he’s trying to send you stupid on his cock. It’s all so much and so sudden that you can’t even find it in you to be ashamed of how quickly he knits an orgasm up in the pit of your stomach. And you thought the guy was meant to cum quick.
You hold on the best you can, both to your orgasm and to Suguru. Your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders, one hand snaking up to collect his hair between your digits and yank hard in an attempt to pull the reins. You find your question to old fantasies answered as a loud moan rips right out of his chest, but your attempt at slowing down your best friend only riles him up further.
“Close,” you manage. “Suguru, please…”
“Spit in my mouth.”
That gives you pause. You still, the best you can when he’s rutting up into you with such fever, and look down at your heart-eyed best friend. “That’s gross. I just ate.”
“I’mliterallyinsideofyourightnow,” he chokes, slowing down his thrusts into something a little more rolling, but no less deep. “Please. Fuck, please—I want you to fill me when I fill you.”
Oh.
At the risk of finding out something new (and unsanitary) about yourself, you lean forward and start with a kiss. Suguru’s cock filling you up doesn’t do much for your balance, and your teeth click against his a few times, but you keep your pace. Geto snakes a hand down to your clit and urges you across the cliff face he’s walking.
Your orgasm builds like the pressure in your heart. Quick and explosive and enough to contract the very organ that gives you life. Your hand on Suguru’s shoulder canvases his skin, down his rapid heart as you pull back enough to spit right onto his waiting tongue.
He lets it sit, holds your gaze with an open mouth and your spit pooling in his mouth. The sight might be both the strangest and sexiest thing you’ve seen, and you’re only slightly concerned at the way it triggers your climax.
Mirrored, two beating hearts of the same soul, whatever other symbolic depiction of a shared orgasm you can think of—the two of you embody it. You squeeze hard around Suguru’s pulsing cock, milking the cum right out of him into your waiting body.
He swallows his moan (and your spit) with a desperate choked sound that only prolongs your orgasm. “Oh my god,” you hold his gaze. “Oh my god.”
Suguru holds you in place on his cock as he catches his breath. When he speaks, his voice is so beautifully ruined that your traitorous heart skips a dramatic beat or three.
“You look pretty when you cum. Hey—don’t hide your face. No getting shy.”
He pulls you back a little to lift your head from his heaving shoulder, which you had pressed your forehead against in an attempt to keep Suguru’s teasing eyes off you. “Don’t say things that make me shy, then.”
“I can say whatever I please now that you’re mine,” he sing-songs. “Oh, that reminds me…”
You mourn the loss of body heat as Suguru leans away from you and stretches over for something on his bedside table. Your mind doesn’t register what it is until you hear the ‘pop!’ of a pen cap being taken off, and a sudden coldness bloom over your sternum… slightly to the left.
“Stay still…”
You look down to see Suguru Geto writing across your skin with a Sharpie, and you don’t need much more than common sense to know what he’s doing.
“You better not start calling me a lunchbox after this,” you chide, though you don’t make a move to stop him.
“Then I’ll just have to call you my Valentine,” he hums in return, glancing up at you with his tongue caught between his teeth. “That’s a yes to being my Valentine, right?”
“I guess I have no choice now,” you shrug, tucking your chin into your neck and looking down as he finishes up with the Sharpie. “You’ve staked your claim.”
On your chest, right over where your heart beats, reads ‘SUGURU’ in big bold letters.
a/n: thank you @sixxels for asking me to collab. i am no match for the talents working on this event but i am honoured nonetheless to have been able to participate. FIRST COLLAB DONE AND DUSTED MOTHER FUCKERS!
the banner is made by sixxels as well i just stole it because i'm evil. the art in it is by @/thatsallitchief
an old lady sitting at the next table looks over, appalled at the nature (and volume) of the question your best friend geto has asked you in the otherwise silent restaurant.
"oh my god, suguru," you hiss, giving the cranky old lady an apologetic smile before leaning over the table and scowling at your best friend. "you're still an asshole, right?"
"obviously," suguru shrugs. "i'm just asking."
"for your information, i'm not," you swat his hand away when his chopsticks reach into your bowl of ramen for your egg. "i met a tall, rich, sexy man and he ravished me allll night long. i still can't feel my legs."
suguru blinks at you, and then his shoulders start shaking with laughter. he ducks his head down and cups his hand over his mouth, he's that amused.
"what? don't believe me?" you smile back, ducking down to peek at the look on his face.
"ravished," he finally catches his breath, looking up at you with a wide grin. "you really do read too much of that weird porn. plus, if you did get 'ravished', you'd have that look on your face."
your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. "what look?"
"you know," suguru reaches over again to steal your egg, this time faster than you can stop him, "after you cum, you have this dumb looking smile on your face for the entire day after. either you're a horrible liar, or this rich sexy man couldn't rock your world like i did."
"geto!" you gawk, glancing over to the cranky old lady who is already staring right back at you, wrinkled lips pursed. suguru is smiling when you look back at him, and you're stuck between slapping him for being so lewd, or for calling what he did to you 'rocking your world'. "shut. up."
"suguru," he corrects. "you're too shy. it's like you've forgotten that i know you're a huge fucking pervert?"
"i'm not—"
you're cut off by the old lady coughing very pointedly. you wince and look back at geto. "let's just go."
"wait wait," he starts shovelling his food down. "let me finish this."
the walk home is one that the two of you are familiar with. before life got busier, you used to walk this way almost every evening. suguru and you would share an earbud each and fight over who got to queue up the next song, just to end up pausing the music to focus on whatever benign conversation would spark between you.
suguru would walk you home, make you laugh by pretending to go in for a goodbye kiss at the door, and then act horribly offended when you'd slam the door in his face instead. every single time. without fail.
"you know," you look up at him. "we've still never kissed."
geto scrunches his nose up, glancing down at you as you walk side-by-side. his lips are still shiny with the broth from his ramen, because he is apparently still a child and doesn't know how to wipe his mouth. not with food, not with you...
"sure we have," he says. "what about that time after graduating that we played blind spin-the-bottle? we kissed then."
"oh, that was satoru," you muse. "i just took his place when he took the blindfold off you. remember? you complimented me on my 'sweet lips'? all him, baby."
suguru stops, and you try not to laugh at the awful sound of his shoes scuffing the pavement. "you're fucking with me."
"i'm not!"
"you are always fucking with me," he laughs, taking slow steps towards you that quicken with each step you take away. "c'mere. i'll fucking spank you."
you're running, trying to stifle your laughs as to not lose your breath. "and i'm the pervert?!"
he chases you all the way home, though you half resent him for making you run the length of your journey. with those fucking legs of his he could have caught and carried you home a solid three seconds into the chase.
at the door to your apartment, the two of you catch your breath. suguru's chest heaves up and down, and you're very suddenly reminded of just how winded he got the other week when you had the length of his cock in your mouth.
"thanks for lunch," he grins, though he was the one to beg you to come and eat with him. and the one to pay. "i forgive you for lying to me about your virginity."
you roll your eyes. "i think we traumatised that old woman."
"this one?" suguru reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper, handing it to you. "i think she wants a piece of what you got."
you unfold the paper to reveal a phone number written in slanted lettering. well goddamn. the old lady was giving you the look because she wanted suguru.
"you should call her," you say, pushing the number back into his chest.
"ah, so you're saying i've still got it?"
you snort. "you never had it."
"hey. i could totally rock her world."
"you could rock her hip out of joint, maybe."
that earns you a laugh, which makes you laugh as well. the two of you say your goodbyes and, as per tradition, suguru puckers his lips up and makes a show of going in for a goodbye kiss.
though this time, for some reason you can't even pretend is lost on you, you don't slam the door in his face. you lean up, cup your best friends face in your hands, and meet his lips half way.
it's a perfect first kiss, really. his lips feel different against your own than they do between your legs. this time he's tentative in comparison to messy and hungry and yes, he still tastes like broth.
for a man always so ready to receive, he takes a long while to kiss you back. it worries you, even, makes you wonder if all of this building tension between the two of you had truly been just for fun.
but then he catches up, and lifts his hands to your waists and leans in so far that your arching back to avoid getting consumed whole by the starved man. you've never been kissed like this, like you're a smooth liquor with a dangerously high risk of addiction. something that doesn't taste too strong. that you could drink and drink and not realise the world is spinning around you.
you love it.
"i want it," suguru says as he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eyes. it's nice seeing all of his face like this, with his long hair pulled back.
"want what?" you scrunch up your nose. "my virginity?"
"no," suguru shakes his head, nearly clipping your nose with his, and then stops. "well, yes. holy shit, yes, more than anything—but no. this, idiot. i want this."
you look down to his hand which is gesturing wildly between the two of you. "...yeah? really?"
"really," he nods. "i think i hate being your friend."
"wow, i'm hurt."
"i'm serious."
you blink. "you're serious."
"dead serious," he looks between your eyes. "do you want it? ...me?"
you do. god, you do. you think you've known it since before all of this began, but to hear geto say it out loud, without using it as a joke or game or stupid line he'll tease you for falling for later makes your chest tight and sore.
you laugh, because thats your most natural state with him, and nod. "a little, yeah."
"a little," he parrots, smiling. you're only graced with the sight for a second though, as he's quick to lean in and press his lips to yours again.
this kiss is deeper. impossibly hungrier than the last, and you think if they only get better with time that you're going to grow old very fucking spoilt. he steps you backwards into your apartment and kicks the door shut behind him, not parting his lips from yours for even a second.
it feels a little cliche, sure, being walked right to the bedroom from the door. you're sure you've read this exact scenario a million times before in those eroticas that suguru teases you for, and part of you wonders if he's trying to emulate them for you, but you couldn't care less. few things in your life have ever felt as right as being with geto.
he's already hard, you can feel his tenting pants pressing against your lower stomach as he kisses you. it's only emphasised when he pushes you gently back onto your bed, and has you wrap your legs around his clothed waist. the weight and heat of his restricted erection against your pussy is enough to make you gasp.
you've held his cock before, tasted it, stroked it to completion and licked the cum clean from its length. but feeling it like this, pressing against your clit... you might go crazy. you understand the 'overwhelming need' you've read so much about now.
he's leaning over your body to kiss you again, licking over your bottom lip before pressing his tongue into your mouth. you can't tell if you're grinding against him, or he's grinding against you, but a newfound friction down south has you gasping into his awaiting mouth.
such ministrations go on for what you feel could both be an hour or ten seconds. your mind is so blurry and hot with need that you're lost to all concepts of time and space. he's got both of your tops off, and is working on his pants when he seems to reach a moment of clarity and suddenly stalls.
you glance down to where his thumb breaks the seal of his waistband. god you love that fucking happy trail of his, snaking down to his cock that is just aching to spring free and fill you...
"look at me."
you glance up at his firm tone, and meet his intense gaze. his pretty eyes are staring into yours, more serious than you've ever seen them. "i want this," he starts, half-breathless. "but i only want this on your terms. tell me what you want, pretty. i can use my mouth, or my fingers, or we can stay like this. we could stop, even."
you start to shake your head, but he takes your chin between two fingers and has you hold his gaze as he continues.
"i'd feel privileged to wait for this. and i will, for as long as you need me to. i have no expectations of you. never have. i tease you, i know, but i never fucking thought i'd actually get to have you like this. so, if you aren't ready, neither am i."
suguru makes it hard for you to tease him sometimes. your idiot of a best-friend-turned-lover, for all the stupid shit he says, has these beautiful moments of sincerity that oftentimes make you want to cry.
"i've been ready, i think," you say. "maybe not for just anyone, but if you'd asked at any point before this, i would have said yes. as long as its you."
"you're sure?" geto presses his forehead to yours. "say it out loud."
"i'm sure. i want this, and i want you. and i'll let you know if that changes and i want to stop."
"good," he presses a kiss to each corner of your mouth. "good."
in his back pocket is his wallet. and in his wallet, alongside the old lady's number and a polaroid of the two of you is one condom. he fishes his cock out of his pants and rolls the latex on to the achingly hard length.
you half expect him to fuck you there and then, but instead he dips a hand down to toy with you a little. he rubs circles over your clit until you're lax and writhing, and then stretches you open on two, and then three, of his fingers.
once you're practically begging for it, suguru presses a kiss to your nose, and then leans down to whisper in your ear. "when i first tasted you, i said you wouldn't be able to take me."
you feel his tip running up and down your folds, from clit to entrance, and then back up. "i know," you sigh, locking your ankles behind his back and closing your eyes.
"you wanna prove me wrong?" he nuzzles the side of your face. "we can make a bet. if you take all of me, i'll buy dinner."
"you'll buy dinner anyways," you smile, kissing his shoulder. the gesture makes him shudder.
"mm, true. if you lose, then, you have to let me read some more of that nasty porn on your phone."
you grimace. no matter how soft he is with you, suguru will never stop teasing you. "deal."
"deal."
a kiss to your neck, and then your jaw, and finally your lips, pulls a smile to your face. suguru holds himself over you, revels in the closeness of your bodies, and has you look him in the eyes as he pushes just his tip into you.
and there goes his ability to tease the intactness of your virginity. you gasp as you feel yourself stretching to accomodate him, hardly an inch deep inside of you and you're starting to thin the world might end if he ever pulls out.
he stills just for a moment, watching as your eyes flutter shut and you catch your lip between your teeth. "okay?"
you nod, and he pushes in further. bit by bit, stopping to kiss your face, or rub distracting circles on your clit, until the subtle pain that comes with being so full starts to morph into pleasure and suguru is once again whispering in your ear.
"you win."
your eyes open, and the already fucked-out expression on his face makes you smile. glancing down, you find the two of you connected completely, and you're suddenly very aware of the capacity to which he's inside of you.
you feel split open. in a good way. if that's possible.
"you're big," you say.
"yeah?"
"yeah," you nod. "don't let it get to your head."
"too late," suguru smiles. "can i move?"
you close your eyes once again, savour the feeling of him fully inside of you for a moment longer, and then nod.
the bliss that follows is full-body. he's slow to start, dragging his cock out of you in a slow burn, just to thrust forwards and fill you to the brim all over again. it has you moaning incoherently, which only seems to spur suguru on into a more consistent pace.
you like sex with him, you conclude, and you're pretty sure he likes it with you, too. if the sweet sounds from his lips aren't indicative enough of his enjoyment, the way his hips are already stuttering towards a release certainly is.
"close?" you ask.
"no," suguru lies, moving his hands down to hold your hips. he increases his pace a little, pushing you further up onto the bed with each now-harsh thrust.
god, you've never been so overwhelmed. the pleasure that suguru can pull from you is unmatched. you couldn't emulate this with fingers or toys or even his mouth—this is a unique pleasure that far surpasses your stomach and feeds instead into every conceivable inch of your body.
your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks that you want to run your tongue over again and again. he's looking down at you, mapping your face out with his eyes like you're some sort of painting to be dissected and ogled at for years to come.
he fucks you mean, and dotes on you at the same time. "so pretty," he calls you. "so fucking tight, too. gonna be the only one to ever feel you like this, okay?"
"that's presumptuous," you start to joke, but are quickly cut off by an intense and near-blinding pleasure when suguru starts hitting a very specific spot inside of you. yeah, you're done for.
"you like that?" he groans, only speeding up and adding two fingers n your clit to bolster your pleasure. "yeah you do, shit, you're tightening up on me so much. gonna come with me?"
you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, much like it did in your hand after you'd taken him in your throat. you wonder how it'd feel without the latex barrier, to have his release flood your insides... claimed in that primal way you might think cringeworthy once this is all over.
you're close nonetheless, rolling your hips up to meet each thrust of suguru's cock inside of you. he's perfect, and you find yourself saying just that as your orgasms build and build and crash over the two of you like treacherous waves on the beach.
who knew dick made you so poetic.
he meets your orgasm with a kiss, cumming into the condom as you squeeze him tighter than ever. tongue pushing into your mouth, he fills you in more ways than one, not stopping his movements until you're shaking and whining into his mouth for some mercy.
his forehead rests against yours as you both come back down to earth. your breathing syncs, deep laboured breaths shared between you—body and breath and pleasure. you've always shared everything with each other, huh?
"good?" is all suguru can say. you can only answer with a nod—good is an understatement. you might have a new vice.
he starts to pull out, nice and slow, and you're already grieving the sensation of feeling so full when he stills, his tip still inside of you.
you look down to meet his gaze, this stupid knowing smirk on his face. "there it is," he says.
"what?"
"that smile you get," he smiles. "now what was that fucking word you used? oh, that's right."
"huh? what are you doing, idiot?" you furrow your brows as he pushes your thighs back into what might be the start of a mating press.
"in your own words? i'm going to ravish you, baby."
you wonder if now is a good time to ask the 'what are we?' question.
part four here ||| bestfriend!geto masterlist here
"i'm gone for ten minutes and you start touching yourself?" ☆
part one here
your best friend geto is grinning ear-to-fucking-ear as he towel dries his hair, leant against the bathroom doorway in just a towel wrapped dangerously low on his waist. you might've just given yourself friction burn with how fast you've ripped your hand out of your shorts.
"perv," suguru laughs, looking behind himself to the open bathroom door. "were you... watching me shower?"
" you left the fucking door open," you argue, tidying up your hair and trying fruitlessly to look like you weren't just fucking yourself with your fingers and growing frustrated at the lack of his. "and no, i wasn't watching... you didn't leave the door open enough."
"listening, then?"
the smile on his lips makes you weigh the merits of homicide. you'd think yourself decent at hiding a body, plus who would suspect you? you're just the best friend he ate out a week ago and hasn't mentioned anything about it since. you're of half a mind to ask him 'what are we?', but you know you'd get a suguru-typical asshole answer.
"you know," he tilts his head, letting his long black hair fall forward off his shoulder. "you could have joined me."
ugh. like that.
"god," you cringe. "are you one of those guys who says ' without me? ' every time someone he's talking to says they're going to shower?"
geto looks dumbfounded. "that's not sexy?"
"no. it's perverse. uncouth ."
"shit. gojo said it's sexy."
you make a show of rolling over on your bed so that you're facing away from him. half in an attempt to make your attitude known, and half to hide the obvious flustered look on your face.
you don't even have an excuse for touching yourself just before. suguru had asked to use your shower while he was over, as he has many times before, and something about the knowledge that your best friend was naked and dripping wet just a few feet away made you dripping wet as well.
so you started touching yourself to the fucking sound of a running shower.
it's obstreperous. maybe he's right, and you are perverted in the head and can never be healed. you were so caught up in your own frustrations that you didn't hear the shower turn off, or suguru step out to watch you for god-knows how long before finally speaking up.
"so why is it you're so pent up that you've got to touch yourself while i'm showering?" he asks.
"my body was just so happy that you were gone," you roll your eyes, staring to turn over to face him. "it's like i dry up when you're around... so when you left i was just so happy that i felt a good old orgasm coming—oh."
your voice dies when you turn and find your best friend isn't standing at the doorway anymore. he's right by the bed, and you're suddenly face-to-face with the edge of his towel. his v-line is cut deep, and the happy trail that dips beneath the fabric is enough to reboot that achy need that had you touching yourself in the first place.
"quit staring, weirdo."
you snap your gaze up to him, though this new sight only makes things worse. suguru looking down at you, his lazy grin framed by damp hair... you can only imagine what look would wash over his face if you were looking up at him instead with his cock in your mouth. would you treat him well? make him feel as good as he made you? would your inexperience faze him or only spur him on? to be the only man that knows that the roof of your mouth feels like...
"you're squeezing your thighs together," he notes.
ah. so you are. you might just explode and die. "stop talking."
"what can i say? i like the sound of my own voice."
"i don't."
"i think you do."
"you think ? doesn't that hurt your brain, sugu?"
geto rolls his eyes and takes a step even closer. if you were to tilt your head down any, you'd probably brush against the prominent bulge that is now tenting the towel hardly staying together on his hips. shit, now you're staring again.
"i could help you out," he drawls. "like last week."
you blink up at him. "i don't need that."
he doesn't believe you, of course. and you're not about to admit to him that after feeling his mouth on you last week, you haven't been able to make yourself cum since. still, you aren't sure it's all because you miss his mouth.
you loved it, of course you did, but since he went home that evening and the two of you fell back into being friends-without-benefits, you'd found yourself thinking less about geto pleasing you, and thinking about learning how to please him. You want to know how it feels to flip this, to take him apart instead. To see if he falls to pieces as easily as you had under his tongue.
"what if i want to return the favour?"
geto looks almost as surprised as he did when he found your stash of literary porn that sparked this whole exploration saga. you can practically see the gears turning in his head, the implication of your words going straight to his dick. and then he laughs. "oh? my sweet little pervert wants to get their mouth on me?"
asshole. "nope," you lie, rolling back over to face away from him. "not anymore."
"get on the floor."
you still. "what?"
"cmon," he's grabbing your arm with one of his big hands, his grip gentle but firm. "you wanna learn how to suck dick? now or never."
"sugu—" you start, but swallow when you see the look he's giving you. stern, but desperate in a way that convinces you that nothing could be sweeter than granting him release.
the floor is cold against your knees, but you can't seem to focus on anything other than suguru, who sits down on the edge of your bed, legs spread, leaning back on his arms. he's looking down at you still, not too differently than before.
there's a moment that passes where the two of you just look at each other. you wonder if this is how he felt last week, looking up at you from between your legs, near salivating at the prospect of tasting you.
"i don't know how," you whisper, glancing down to the tuck that keeps his towel in place, though your gaze is quickly lifted when geto takes your chin between his fingers and forces you to look up at him.
"sure you do," he says. "you read all that crazy porn, you've got a whole library of blowjob scenes on that fucking phone of yours."
"you're not funny."
"yes i am," he smiles, and presses a thumb against your lips. instinctively, you open your mouth and let him push in. pressing down on your tongue, his breath hitches when you wrap your lips around his thumb and suck. "shit."
pulling his thumb out and replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers, he starts to slowly press in and out of your mouth. you wonder if he's visualising your lips around his cock instead, or if he's remembering how those same fingers looking plunging in and out of you last week.
"surely this isn't doing anything for you," you say, though your words and muffled by his still-moving fingers. there's no pleasure in sucking on his fingers, right?
"you have no fucking idea," is all he can manage in a reply. huh.
mentally shrugging, you let him finger-fuck your mouth for a little while longer before he finally pulls out and tucks his hair behind an ear.
you look pointedly down at his towel. "can i?"
"you—yeah, yeah go ahead."
you reach out and untuck his towel, noting the way he leans back on his elbows as you let the white cloth fall to either side of his lap. his cock is thick and so hard it looks painful and...
he's fucking huge. your eyes near bulge as you take in the full length, the weigh it weighs itself down as he shifts his hips. even the veins stand out like cords. you aren't quite sure whether you should drool at the sight or cry.
"all yours," geto says, and you don't know why, but it comforts you a little. just you and him, the man you're most comfortable with. if you're about to embarrass yourself, you'd rather it be with suguru.
you start with a kiss to his navel, though. pressing up on your knees to reach his abs, you ghost your lips over the line of dark hair that trails down to the base of his cock. your forefinger gently traces a bulging vein that runs up the underside of his cock and, when you reach the tip, you dart your tongue out and taste the precum that's already started to bead.
it's not as strong as you'd expected it to taste—salty if nothing else, and it spurs you on to then wrap your lips just around his achy tip. almost immediately, suguru lets out a low groan and bucks his hips up a little.
"careful," he says, though brings a hand up to the side of your face in a comforting gesture. "i'm... sensitive right now."
you furrow your brows and give him a look. sensitive?
"i just came a few minutes ago, your mouth is... a lot."
you have to make a conscious effort to pull off his cock before clenching your jaw, lest you want to bite the idiot's cock off. "huh!?" you sputter, wiping your lips. "you were teasing me for touching myself while you were in there jerking off?"
he blinks down at you. "yes."
"that's it? just yes?"
"...yes?"
you blink up at your best friend. stupid fucking hypocrite of a man, with his stupid fucking smile and stupid fucking massive dick. how embarrassed you had felt, despite suguru and your closeness, should have been reciprocated. he was doing the exact same thing as you were, and is now only reaping the rewards of your lust.
he's sensitive? you smile, which makes his smile drop in turn.
"why are you smiling like that? you know i don't trust you when— ohhh my fucking god ."
you've got half of his cock in your mouth before he can even start to process the blinding pleasure shooting up through his spine. it's a bit of a mess, owing to this being your first time, but has his balls tightening all the same.
"oh fuck you," suguru is squeezing his eyes shut tight as you put to use one of the techniques you've read countless times before and swirl your tongue around his tip. "those fucking books."
you'd smile if your lips weren't stretched around his girth. the sounds escaping him are enough to spur you on further, that combined with the taste and weight of his cock on your tongue and you think you've never been this wet before in your life. you wrap one hand around what of suguru's length you can't fit in your mouth, and then snake the other one downwards to dip beneath the waistband of your shorts.
you're close already, though you keep your own pleasure at bay. being the first to cum while you're giving head would give suguru too much to tease you with, and you're rather enjoying the sight of him genuinely falling apart beneath you.
yeah, you aren't just friends. you're sure you'll continue to pretend to be, but just the thought of someone else in your position makes your ministrations speed up: this suddenly pathetic man is all yours, like it or not, and you think he always has been, in a way.
"you're sure... hah, fuck... you're sure you've never done this?" he's practically whining now, bucking his hips up in time with your stroking, forcing himself just that little bit deeper towards the back of your throat. you gag a little, but hold your position. "how the hell..."
you rub small circles over your clit in time with suguru's thrusts up into your mouth. the dual sensation of delivering pleasure both to him and yourself is threatening to undo you, and you know for a fact that suguru isn't far behind. you've never seen him messy like this, not even last week when the bottom half of his face was shiny with your wetness.
"i'm close," he warns, moving his hand from the side of your face to the back of your head. "gonna cum, all for you... you're so good to me, aren't you?"
so he rambles when he's close... noted.
"so pretty," he goes on. "fucking... god, fucking perfect. i'm so proud of you... i love you."
and so you stop, pulling back off his cock and looking up at him with eyes almost as wide as his own. he's staring back down at you, lips parted in shock at his own words.
"you love me?" you gawk, pulling your hand away from your pulsing heat.
"no," he's quick to shake his head. "i mean, well yeah, of course i love you. you're my best friend, i just... shit, you know? i didn't mean to—"
he's cut off by the laughter that bubbles out of your chest. it starts off small, and then grows louder with each harsh breath you take. "you should see your fucking face!" you giggle. "i'm fucking with you, idiot."
suguru lets out a half laugh in turn. "you fucking asshole."
"you deserve it," you catch your breath, inhaling deeply to calm yourself before tilting your head and looking your best friend in the eyes. "i love you too, you know."
it'd be a sweet moment between friends if your words didn't act as some sort of trigger for suguru. without warning, he's letting out a choked groan and bucking his hips up as ropes of hot cum spurt from his angry tip.
what doesn't hit your face or land on his stomach drips down his cock and over your hand where you still hold his still-throbbing length.
"did you just—"
"don't say a fucking word."
the two of you stare at each other for a moment. your gaze darts from suguru's softening cock, and then up to his pink-dusted face before returning southwards.
you lick your lips, tasting the salty cum that has painted them white, before ducking down and licking a long stripe up his shaft. you collect every last drop of his release, eyes never leaving his, as you swallow the mess suguru made at hearing you love him.
once his cock is clean, you push yourself up to sit on the bed beside him, and swipe two fingers through the mess pooling on his stomach.
because you like watching your best friend squirm, you mimic his actions from before and press your fingers into his waiting mouth. he's less eager to receive than you were, but cleans himself from your digits nonetheless.
"i get it now," you tease, pulling your fingers from his mouth and wiping your lips with them.
your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.
you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"
without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."
"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"
"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"
"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"
"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"
no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.
you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.
so this —suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.
or wet at all, really.
"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."
geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."
you frown. "you know?"
"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."
"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."
"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding ? really?"
"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.
"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."
"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."
"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."
god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."
"it's a little funny."
"fuck you."
"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."
the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.
"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."
"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.
"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."
you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.
he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.
"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"
your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.
"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."
suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends ."
holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.
"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"
"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."
you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.
his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:
one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.
not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh , you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.
" he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments. "
suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.
"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."
you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.
"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"
"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.
"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."
"keep reading."
you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.
"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."
you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.
"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"
he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.
your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.
suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.
serves him right.
and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.
"better than reading about it?" he asks.
"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."
"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.
"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.
"yeah? try me."
"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."
"ha. shut the fuck up."
this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this
this is a repost from my old account. still me tho i did not #steal this
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