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My life happens to, on occasion, suck beyond the telling of it. Sometimes more than I can handle. And it’s not just mine. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they’re too busy with their own. The beautiful ones. The popular ones. The guys that pick on you. Everyone. If you could hear what they were feeling. The loneliness. The confusion. It looks quiet down there. It’s not. It’s deafening.
dad's bestfriend!geto wasn't supposed to cross the line...!
dad's bestfriend!geto who was the first person your dad thought of to host you when he found out you were continuing your college degree in his city.
dad's bestfriend!geto who eagerly accepted the offer, keeping the small talk going with soft chuckles and "do you remember when..." stories, fully aware you were way too young back then to actually remember any of it.
dad's bestfriend!geto who you eventually got used to as time passed, up until the day you discovered he was ridiculously rich when he pulled up right in front of your campus to pick you up in a fucking sports car.
dad's bestfriend!geto who enjoyed your company way too much, especially on those late nights when you came to him in a panic, asking for help with an assignment due the very next morning.
dad's bestfriend!geto who stayed up with you all night while you were buried in assignments at the kitchen island.
Every time you tried to send him to bed, insisting he didn't need to ruin his sleep schedule for your homework, he’d just wave you off with a quiet “It's okay, I was going to clean anyway.” while pouring himself another cup of coffee he clearly didn't need just to stay by your side.
dad's bestfriend!geto who remained right beside you, sipping his coffee slowly. Every time he leaned in to point out a mistake on your laptop screen, he pulled just a fraction closer, his free hand resting comfortably on your shoulder as if it belonged there.
You felt the room get suffocatingly warm as his hand remained planted on your shoulder, even after he finished making his point. He just stood there quietly watching you type, his steady presence completely destabilizing your focus and making your heart race over a simple homework.
dad's bestfriend!geto who noticed that your focus snapped, watching your fingers hover over the keyboard as your breathing faltered. His grip on your shoulder tightened as he leaned down, his chest brushing your back and his lips hovering right beside your ear to whisper,
“Are you going to keep pretending you're working, or are we going to talk about why your heart is beating so fast?”
Your gaze still fixed on the screen while feigning total innocence, you murmured “If my dad saw you touching me like this, what do you think he'd do?” your lips curving into a subtle smile as you intentionally pushed his buttons, sending a dangerous wave of heat straight through him.
dad's bestfriend!geto who leaned in until his breath was hot against your neck, his fingers sliding up to tangle in your hair. “He'd probably kill me... but seeing the way you're looking at me right now? I think it'd be completely worth it,” he murmured right against your skin.
His free hand came down to grip your waist and pull you flush against him right off the kitchen island.
dad's bestfriend!geto who went rigid for a split second when you actually leaned in, completely caught off guard before his composure shattered entirely. The moment your lips crashed against his, the room's temperature spiked.
His hand abandoned all restraint to roam over your body, unable to settle in just one spot as his teeth grazed your lower lip, deepening the kiss until his tongue slipped past your mouth with a ragged groan.
dad's bestfriend!geto who felt every last boundary shatter the second he crossed that line, now feeling completely consumed by what he started.
Driven by the pure desperation in the room, his hands slid seamlessly under your thighs to pull you right over the cold counter, his body pressing flush against yours as he leaned down to hungrily resume the kiss.
dad's bestfriend!geto who quickly dropped to his knees, causing a loud thud! to echo through the empty kitchen. His hands worked impatiently, dragging your sleep shorts down your thighs to pool at your knees.
With his face hovering close, the warm heat radiating off your cunt hit his skin, causing his breath to hitch.
He gripped your hips tight to keep you flush against the edge, looking up at you as he whispered, “Hold onto the counter...”
dad's bestfriend!geto who pressed his face deep into your wet folds, his tongue tracing a long, hot line all the way up to collect your slick while your knuckles turned bone-white against the black counter.
His lips worked with a frantic intensity, swapping between flicking over your swollen clit at a madly quick pace and drawing it whole into his mouth, sucking hard enough to send sharp, breathless shocks straight down your spine.
dad's bestfriend!geto who lost every last drop of control the second your breathless whimper of his name hit the quiet kitchen. The tip of his tongue swirled directly against your tight ring of muscles, thrusting inches inside you over and over.
The sudden, intense stretch yanked a loud cry of pure pleasure right out of your throat. “You taste—hmph—so... fucking... good,” he growled straight into your core, the heavy vibrations of his voice sending a wave of heat deep into your lower belly as he brutaly tongue-fucked you.
dad's bestfriend!geto who felt your hips buckle into his face as he maintained that maddening rhythm of tongue-fucking, flicking, and sucking without a single second of mercy.
As your thighs shook uncontrollably and white-hot pleasure pooling down your spine, your loud moans echoed off the apartment walls like you wanted the entire building to know exactly what you two were up to, driving him to press his face even deeper into your heat, determined to drink in every last drop of your ruin.
dad's bestfriend!geto who slowly pushed up from the mess he just caused under you, lazily licking his lips while slick was still glistening on his chin and nose.
A cocky, satisfied smile installed itself on his face as he leaned back over you, cupping your face with both his hands, thumb gently tracing your cheek.
“My bedroom is just down the hall... think you can walk, or do I need to carry you?”
15:28 — geto has a short attention span and eats you out in the middle of a show
you arched your back, rolling your eyes up as the need to close them to indulge into the feeling wasn't needed from how dark it already was in the living room. the only light was coming from the television screen, not like the netflix inactivity prompt was giving much room for brightness– but it was enough to see how geto's tongue glistens from the juices below you.
you reached up further to untie his hair, wearing the band on your wrist as you let his dark hair fall and tickle the top of your thighs as you positioned yourself much better in front of him. geto pries your folds apart with his fingers, flattenning his tongue on your entrance, licking a long stripe before focusing on your clit and flicking it fastly with the tip of his tongue.
you choked on your moan, shaking all over him as you tug and pull on his hair.
"fuck, that feels so good, baby..." you lulled, almost a whisper only the two of you would always remember that a moment of night like this has happened on a random time of day that would send you all back in a horny mess, wanting to have a taste of one another again.
you feel his warm arms snake underneath your ass and on the sides of your thighs, his big hands coming to pull you closer to his face and on the edge of the couch.
"yeah?" geto hums in a condescending tone, sending a slight heated vibration on your walls that made you flinch and leave your mouth slightly open with a gasped out inhale.
his thumbs reach down on your clit, and you– being arm-locked by geto through your thighs, you couldn't even register a movement to try and escape the almost overstimulating feeling of everything else that he was doing below you. his muscles clenched, tightening his lock around your thighs as he now alternates sucking on your clit, flitting it with his thumb, and licking everything that drips down your hole with a lewd slurp.
he knows whatever he does now will send you to the edge, and he absolutely loves how you writhe uncontrollably underneath him. he looks up at you, though you had your head thrown back, he watches you as he circles his tongue on your clit, an infuriating slow motion that teases you over the brink of your climax. the sight before him was a pretty mess, something he knew he would replay over and over again in his mind.
you could now feel your juices dripping down your cunt to your ass, and probably onto geto's couch. his hand hovers above you, coming to lift you shirt up until your brassiere was exposed. he pulls one of the cups down, fingertips coming to meet your hardened nipples that he quickly flicks with his index finger.
there's only one thing in this world you're both thankful and scared for— geto knows how to make you cum. and so, you tug harder on his hair, making him focus his gaze on your climaxing figure. he loves watching you finish, he loves the fact that he can see you be this way when it's just the two of you, and you don't even have to tell him you're reaching. he knows just from the way your breathing stops for three seconds before inhaling again.
"that's my girl. cum on my tongue, baby." he hastily whispers, keeping up the pace of his tongue on your clit as you shakily let out satisfied noises. he doesn't stop, tongue still swiping left and right on your clit as you grind your hips deeper onto his mouth in attempt to soften the overstimulation.
"baby... c-cant anymore..." you push his head away, still with your head thrown back on the couch. geto smiles up at you and crawls back up on the couch, hands pressed on both of your sides as he places a kiss on your lips, giving you a taste of yourself before placing another kiss on your forehead.
he lifts your shorts back up for you, grabbing the blanket as he leans on the other end of the couch before pulling your whole body close to his and tucking you inside the warmth of the covers.
"love you, baby." he kisses the crown of your head, proceeding to click 'still watching' on the inactive netflix screen.
a week of self deprecating comments from you is what it took to break your husband. no amount of reassurance that you're beautiful and smart and perfect seemed to help, so suguru has decided to take a different approach.
"open your eyes."
you do as told, eyes cracking open just enough to get a glimpse of yourself in the full length mirror positioned at the end of the bed - on all fours, back arched, jaw dropped and eyes half lidded in pleasure, tits bouncing with each rough thrust suguru delivers from behind. you try to look away from the obscene vision of yourself, just for him to grip your jaw with one strong hand and turn your face back to where he wants it.
"look at you," he hums, grip relaxing into something softer as his hand trails from your jaw to your throat, squeezing gently. "so beautiful. go ahead, tell yourself what you are."
his hips slow enough to let you attempt to catch your breath, but the drag of his cock against your sweet spot still has your mind swimming. the languid pace prolongs the sensation until you're shaking, your hips fighting back to keep him where you need him just for him to land a sharp smack! across your ass.
"not until you say it," suguru warns, smoothing over the sensitive spot he just created on your skin. "been so mean to yourself, angel." his voice deepens as he leans forward, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "i don't like that shit."
you look over his reflection in the mirror, draped over you, long hair curtaining around your body and sticking to his forehead, skin glistening with sweat. his expression is nothing short of displeased with the way you've been speaking about yourself and your inability refusal to give yourself the compliment you deserve.
"suguruuu," you whine, pelvis pushing back against his again. "please just fuck me."
he grabs hold of your hips as he straightens back up to stop your movement, fingers digging in on the plush flesh. he buries his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust, hitting your cervix in a way that has you jolting forward. your hands slam into the pillowtop of the mattress, a ragged moan ripping out of your throat.
"i want to hear you say it first." he starts pulling his hips back again until just the tip is notched in the syrupy mess of your pussy, slick dripping off his cock and onto the sheets below. another slam forward has you yelping, your mouth staying dropped open in a perfect 'o' as he hits every sensitive spot inside you at once. "say it."
"i'm be-beautiful!" you cry, hand gripping tight on his forearm. your nails dig into his skin, crescent shapes and red trails left in their wake as they drag down his arm.
suguru reaches for your elbows and drags you up, bringing your back to be smushed against his chest. he's deeper like this, pistoning his hips marginally faster. his lips rove over your neck, open mouthed kisses trailed down your skin.
"again."
"i'm beautiful!" he moves even faster, big hand coming to grasp one of your breasts, fingers rolling the nipple sending little shocks right down to your clit.
"again." his voice is rough, panting right against your ear. his hand finds your jaw again, directing your eyesight to the extended length of your body in the mirror.
"sugu-" tears roll down your cheeks from the onslaught of pleasure, that familiar coil tightening in your low belly as you watch the way he's destroying you. it comes out weak, but you give him what he wants, "i'm beautiful."
"yeah, you are." you cum hard, creaming all over him and milking him for all he's worth as he fucks you through it. "don't bad mouth my wife again."
ѕυммαяу： ♡ after getting asked on a date, you're feeling insecure over your inexperience regarding kissing someone. telling your bestfriend geto about your concerns results in an offer from him you didn't expect
cw ⤷ 𖥻 . ˖ ꒰ mdni ꒱ . smut . pwp . swearing . making out . dry humping . dirty talk . hickeys . biting . (light) nipple play . praise kink . piv . unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) . c pie . orgasm denial . bsf!geto . virgin!reader . tease!geto . afab!reader . no pronouns ♯ 10k
The state of your mind is currently a mess, feeling overwhelmed and staring off into space as you think about how a guy asked you on a date earlier today. You'd turned him down but only because you have a particular hang up you can't get over, hence the feeling overwhelmed. You’ve never gone out on a date before and you feel like you’re missing out, so you definitely would’ve said yes if you weren’t so unsure of yourself.
Geto's hand waves in front of your face, breaking you from your trance, "Are you even listening to me?"
Has he been talking? Damn, you really spaced out, "Would you believe me if I said yes?"
"Not even a little bit." His gaze unamused.
You look away from him and to the poster behind his head on the wall, feeling sheepish. "Then no... sorry."
Frown deepening on his features, legs uncrossing and scooting closer to the edge of his bed. "What are you thinking about so hard?"
"Not telling," you answer, spinning around in his office chair so that you’re facing away from him.
His desk is neat, everything organised and probably put exactly where it should be. Beside his monitor sits a little black cat figurine, one you had bought him not too long ago because it reminded you of him. Seeing it displayed makes you smile; he must like it.
Geto’s voice cuts through your small reverie, "So, you're not only going to ignore me, you're also not going to tell me what's wrong?"
Not even glancing back, you hum at him, "That would be a correct assessment... yes."
"Have I told you that you're annoying yet today?" He exasperates.
Shrugging, "I don't think so?"
"Oh? In that case, you're annoying."
"You're so mean to me; this is why I don't want to tell you what's wrong." You’re being dramatic but so is he.
A sigh leaves him, "If I promise to be nice, will you tell me what's wrong?"
Your head flops back onto the headrest, jabbing at him jokingly, "I don't know if you're capable of kindness, Suguru."
"Now who's being mean? I'm nice all the time."
"Maybe to strangers..." You mumble out.
There’s no reply from him and for a second you think he’s going to leave the issue alone… that is until you’re suddenly spinning. His footsteps are always so light, you didn’t even hear him come up behind you. You’re facing him now, his hands holding himself up by the arm rests of his office chair. He’d spun you around just to lean down into your space and pointedly look at you.
Geto squints. “I’m nice to you all the time.”
“I don’t think this constitutes as ‘nice’.”
He groans your name, “Come on, you always talk to me when something’s wrong.”
“Maybe this is awkward for me to talk to you about,” you pout back at him.
His tongue clicks in realisation, “So, it’s about your love life?”
The immediate and correct guess stumps you, causing you to sputter out, “What!? You have no way of—”
“—You never talk to me about your dates, and you also got defensive so I’m guessing I’m right.” His gaze is even, unconcerned.
You huff at him and echo his earlier question, “Have I told you that you’re annoying yet today?”
“Yes, earlier when you almost fell over and I smiled,” he reminds.
Your response is a grimace and a matter-of-fact tone when saying, “I don’t tell you about my dates because I don’t go on them.”
“Ever?” Geto’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by your confession.
Cementing back, “Ever.”
“People have definitely asked you out though.”
“Yeah, but not that often because they always think we’re together.” Glaring at him.
His hand reaches for your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “Don’t look at me like that, that’s not my fault.”
Your voice comes out all mumbled and difficult to understand, “It so is.” He rolls his eyes at you, and you slap his hand away. “Stop squishing my face!”
Letting go, he sighs and takes a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed again. “Something about your love life is bothering you.”
Crossing your arms over your chest and looking to the side, you complain, “You’re so nosy.”
“Am not.”
What a liar, he’s always in your business. Though, now that you’re thinking about it, you don’t think he’s usually in other people’s business this bad. He does like hearing about the gossip you collect though, always ready to hear it while acting as though he doesn’t care.
There’s no reply you can think to give, so you give him the silent treatment. Still looking away from him and silently pouting, you can feel his eyes watching you, waiting for you to break. It’s a frequent game you start that he finishes, silently ignoring him while he watches and waits until you can’t take it anymore and tell him what’s on your mind.
A few more moments pass by and you already feel ready to give in, you hate how much more effective his silence is. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, your gazes meet and you feel yourself folding all at once.
Large and exasperated groan leaving you as your shoulders slump back into the chair, “Fine!”
He perks up at your concession, a self-satisfied look on his face that irks you.
You’re looking at him properly to say, “I was asked on a date earlier today.”
The expression on his face changes to one of annoyance, like he’s not happy to hear that. “Who?”
“Some guy, you don’t know him,” you wave off, not really understanding why it matters to him.
Geto prods for more information, “…And what did you say?”
“…I said no.”
“Oh?” His reaction is indecipherable to you, “Why?”
This question is exactly why you didn’t want to talk about this. “I don’t know…” You’re lying, trying to avoid talking about this in more depth.
“Did you like him?”
“I didn’t not like him,” you shrug, “I would’ve liked to go out with him at least once but…”
“But…” He pushes.
“I don’t know, Suguru,” you scowl at your own reasoning, “I’ve never been on a proper date before, I don’t know what to expect or what’s expected of me. What if he wanted to kiss me or something?”
He’s quiet for a long moment, making you antsy while you wait for him to talk, “…Would you want to kiss him back?”
“Maybe?”
“I don’t think I’m understanding the issue.” His brows are pinched with his confusion.
You’re exhausted with him, like you aren’t the one being purposefully cryptic. “Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh!” You kick your legs in a mini tantrum, “I’ve never properly kissed someone… it’s always been like… a peck, I don’t know? But what if he expected more of me?”
You can see the way he’s actively fighting against the smile threatening to break out on his face. “Is that—” he bites down an amused sound, “Is that why you always say no to dates?”
“I don’t like you very much right now.” You were already feeling silly and embarrassed and his clear joy from this is not helping that.
He pouts at you mockingly, “Don’t be like that, I can help.”
“How could you possibly help me with this?”
A smile comfortable on his face when he states, “I could teach you.”
“You want to teach me how to kiss?” You scrutinise him, “Have you gone insane?”
“You’re the one all hung up on this and I’m offering to help you,” he puts his hands up, “But if you’d rather be a dateless loser for the rest of your life—”
“—Hey!” You point at him, “Uncalled for… and rude!”
A very signature and very annoying, polite smile sits on his pretty features. Unbothered by your outburst at his very clear bait. He simply raises his arm and grabs the hand you had pointed at him, tugging you from the chair and into him on the bed. You’re taken aback by his bold move, so close to him so quickly. Falling into his lap less than gracefully, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady as you sit sideways between his legs.
You stutter out at him, “Wha– what are you doing?”
Letting go of your hand; he reaches for your face. His thumb stroking softly against your cheekbone. “Do you want my help or not?”
“What you’re basically asking me is if I want to kiss you,” you correct… because that is what he’s asking right now.
Geto’s head drops back slightly as he fights the urge to roll his eyes at you dramatically, hand resting on your outer thigh now. “Don’t be so pedantic. You have a problem and I’m offering to help fix it.”
A sound of disapproval slips from you at his wording, “I know the theory behind kissing someone, Suguru. What you’re offering is making out with me.”
“So?”
Your expression is dumbfounded, you know he’s not this dense. “You want to stick your tongue in my mouth and then go back to the usual?”
He leans in again, dodging your question with his own, “Do you want me to stick my tongue in your mouth?”
“Geto—”
“—Ouch—”
“—Shut up.” You cut him off, “If! We did this and I do mean if. Would you be able to look at me the same?”
“The same as I always have? Sure.” There’s no hesitation from him.
He seems so sure, like he’s not worried about what this might mean for your friendship at all. The easy-going look on his face is both pissing you off and relaxing you, emotions he’s always been able to pull from you.
His hand is large on your thigh and the way it makes you feel is not how you should feel for him. Mumbling out a small, “You’re annoying.”
An amused breath leaves him, “You’ve already told me that today.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You look up at him through your lashes.
“That’s kind of the point of this.”
“Right…” You can’t help but find yourself feeling nervous, embarrassed that you won’t be good enough. For some reason… you really want him to think you’re a good kisser.
He must take your silence as rejection because his tone is gentle when he says, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“I know, I just…” You frown while looking at him, trying to figure out exactly what steps to take next. “I don’t know what to do now…” Geto’s face relaxes and a smile replaces his concern causing you to chastise him, “Don’t smile, it’s not funny!”
“No,” he agrees, “But it is a little cute.”
“Whatever, can we just kiss now?”
“Desperate?” He asks teasingly.
You deny it, “I just want you to stop talking.”
“Sure.” It’s all dragged out and has a teasing lilt to it. Damn him and his need to have the last word. You don’t reply to that and instead try to shuffle off him, thinking sitting like this would be awkward. His hold becomes firmer on you, “What are you doing?”
You’re confused. “Isn’t this position weird?”
“Makes it easier,” is all he says in reply.
Being sat between his spread legs, your own draping over one of them while he holds you doesn’t seem ideal. To you, this couldn’t be a more awkward position to be in for this. Instead of telling him that though, you settle back. “Alright…”
When you look back up at him properly, he’s already looking at you. There’s a funny feeling that runs through you at the look in his eyes. The hand on your thigh moves to your face again, cradling you as he leans in. Murmuring a soft, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”
Just as he’s about to move all the way in, your hand covers his mouth. “Wait.” You stop him, your nerves getting the better of you. “What if… what if you don’t like kissing me?” He looks a little frustrated, so you pull your hand away, giving him a chance to speak.
“Do you want me to like kissing you?”
You feel flustered by his question, “Why do you always answer my questions with a question?”
“Because your questions are interesting…” he pauses, “…And also, I like teasing you.”
“If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours.”
“Fine,” he indulges you, “I’m not gonna dislike kissing you so your question is dumb.”
“But you can’t know—”
He tuts you, interrupting what you were saying, “—You gotta answer my question now.”
You groan at him, “Well… yeah.”
“‘Yeah’ what?”
He’s such a smug bastard. “Yeah! Yeah, I want you to like kissing me, Suguru.”
You’re huffy but he seems so pleased by your response. A serene and happy look on his face despite the tone you used. You find yourself waiting for him to say something more, something to tease you further but he doesn’t. He simply leans in again, taking you by surprise when his lips are softly pressing to yours. It’s short and sweet, more akin to a peck than anything else. Continuing to plant gentle kisses to your lips until you return them and then he lets them linger.
The feelings that run through you have you all tingly and hot, kissing your best friend for practice probably shouldn’t feel this good… right? You still don’t know what you’re doing though, more just letting him kiss you than anything. When you part again, you murmur, “Suguru, I still don’t know what I’m meant to be doing.”
“Just follow my lead.” His eyes stay on your lips, now shiny from the shared kisses. “That’s all you gotta do.”
“But—”
His eyes roll when you go to argue more. “—Stop thinking so hard about it and let me kiss you.”
You can’t help but squirm slightly at that. “Okay.”
Satisfaction rolls off him in waves but thankfully for you he doesn’t comment any further, choosing to kiss you again. Instinctually, your hand reaches for his chest and grips onto his shirt, you need something to ground you.
Geto is taking this slow, he’s trying his best to be patient to savour this moment with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far too soon and have you stop whatever this is. If he were more sure of himself and where he stands with you, he’d have just asked you out like a sane person but he’s not sure and he didn’t want to pass on this opportunity.
He can feel this becoming something he covets, your soft lips on his, uncertain in your movements but so ready to be kissed by him. His heart pulls with a kind of possessiveness that’s not completely unfamiliar to him regarding you. The desire to not want anyone else to ever have this side of you overwhelming him.
It’s addictive, his kisses, his hold on you… him. You can feel yourself falling into him more, the longer you do this dance. You want more, you want him to kiss you more, but you have no idea how to ask for that. Following his lead is good, it’s helpful but it’s starting to feel like he’s depriving you.
Pulling back, you force yourself to voice, “I want more…”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He sounds strained.
“You said you would teach me,” you remind. “So, teach me.”
His thumb presses into your jaw, “Open your mouth more then.”
Doing as he asks; he angles you just slightly before pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss fuller, his tongue licking into your mouth. It has a shiver running down your spine, the sensation new and mind numbing. It’s messier than before and so much more dizzying, you can’t even really keep up with his movements. Just letting him kiss you to his hearts content, feeling yourself getting drunk on his lips in the process.
You can’t even be sure if you’re doing this right, but it doesn’t really feel like it matters, not when you’re this lost in it. Lips gliding against his, a small involuntary sound pulling from your chest at how he grips you tighter. Feeling like he gets impossibly closer, his kisses growing desperate the moment you whine into him.
Geto’s restraint is wearing thin, his desire for you growing tenfold at how you moan for him. He wants to touch you so much more, to put his hands on every part of you. The fear of ruining this moment keeps his hands planted firmly to your hip and cheek though and it’s killing him to not touch you more, more, more.
When you tentatively lick against his tongue he almost all but folds in that single moment, he feels so pathetically weak for you. So unsure of yourself and still trying to kiss him just as deeply as he is you. A guttural groan leaves him, a sound he’d be almost ashamed of if he didn’t notice the way you squirm at it.
You pull back from him, and he can’t help but chase your lips, he doesn’t want to stop. An amused breath leaves you. “Hold on.”
He doesn’t understand what you need a moment for until you’re pulling his hands from you and moving to straddle him. Your thighs resting beside him, he feels dizzy with need. The need to touch you, to undress you. To have you naked and straddling his lap just like this could make his whole year. His hands are on your hips, tugging you up his lap just slightly further, encouraging.
Going to sit on him, you notice his erection and gasp. Heat rising to your face, suddenly so conscious of how heated this exchange has gotten. “Maybe we should stop…”
It’s almost like it hurts him to hear those words. “Do you want to stop?”
You wish you weren’t so certain, so quick to immediately know that. “… No, I don’t.”
“That’s good…” he smiles, “Cause I’m not done teaching yet.”
And then you’re kissing again, wet and sloppy. He’s holding back less, depraved in how he sucks your tongue into his mouth, bolder now. Revelling in every twitch you make against him, every mumbled whine you let out.
Mindlessly, your hips lightly roll downwards, and his resulting grip holds you so still against him. A debauched moan leaving him at your unexpected movements, parting his mouth from yours with it. Geto’s head tucks into your chest, controlling his breathing, like he might snap at any moment.
You feel a little frantic, like you might’ve hurt him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
“—Don’t– fuck– don’t apologise.” He can feel how warm you are through your pants and it’s making him feel feral.
Your fingers run through his hair, to comfort him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” He huffs an unamused sound. “The only thing hurting me is how badly I wanna stuff you full.”
“Sugu—”
“—I know you can feel just how hard I am.” He pulls his head back to look at you, eyes blown wide and dark. “I’m practically aching for you.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. “Suguru… are you some kind of closeted perv?”
The question makes him laugh. “Wanna find out?”
“You were only supposed to teach me how to kiss…”
“Mhm, and you’re doing great.” His nose traces along your neck, inhaling you. “I still have so much more knowledge to give though.”
“Don’t be so– hah!” He licks at your skin before latching his mouth to the side of your throat, the pressure making you fidget in his lap. You feel so sensitive, so much more than what you thought you would.
When Geto pulls back from the mark he’s made, he blows softly on it, enjoying the way you shudder on top of him. “‘Don’t be so’ what?”
That’s right, you were going to say something. He looks really nice right now though… eyes lidded and cheeks just slightly pink, lips slick. What were you going to say to him? His grin only grows, taking satisfaction in your glazed eyes and struggle to think. Averting your gaze, you try to remember what you wanted to say. The break in eye contact is short lived since he grabs your chin and pulls you back.
“Come on, pretty, what were you gonna say?”
The effect he’s having on you is becoming too much. “I was gonna tell you to not be so depraved!”
“Hmm…” His head quirks at you. “You seem to like it though?”
How presumptuous of him, “You can’t know that!”
“You know… the human body is really interesting, for example…” He looks down to where you’re sitting over his prominent erection. “You’re so incredibly hot against me that I feel like I’m going insane.” Smiling back up at you evilly. “Just how wet are you?”
The possibility of fainting is very real all of a sudden, his question has you hot everywhere. “I jus– I just told you to not be so depraved.”
“Yeah, and I ignored you,” he deadpans, ignoring your indignant sounds. “Do you want me to stop?”
Again, you hate how badly you don’t want to stop. Right now, you think you’d let him do just about whatever he wanted to you. “Promise not to tease me later?”
“You know I can’t promise that.”
You pout back at him, “Then I’m not gonna say what I was thinking.”
His curiosity is sufficiently piqued. “Fine, I promise to try not to tease you later.”
“That’s not good enough.”
He tries again. “I promise.” You both stay looking at one another for a moment before he adds, “That’s as good as you’re getting.” And you know it to be true.
How to say this without embarrassing yourself. “You can… you can touch me… however you want, Suguru…”
He feels like he’s gone into shock. “What?”
“Did you not hear me?”
“No… I heard you.” He can’t help the way his cock jumps in excitement. “I’m just double checking I heard you right.” He leans in to taunt, “You’re gonna let me touch you however I want?”
“You said you had more knowledge to share.” It’s a dangerous game that you’re both playing.
He breathes out, “And if I wanna touch you in a depraved manner?”
So certain in yourself when you reply, “I want to be touched in a depraved manner… by you.”
Ah, so you’re trying to kill him, is the conclusion that Geto has come to. A breathless laugh leaves him, “For practice?”
“Sure,” you give him the answer you think he wants, in reality you just desperately want to be touched by him. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life and it’s all his fault.
An entertained sound leaves him, “Hah– Don’t know if I believe your answer there…” His hands are on your hips, slowly dragging you over his dick. Biting his lip at the feeling, cock jumping when your breath stutters.
“Wait– wait,” your hands hold onto his and he stops moving you. Realising now that he might’ve gotten carried away, that he should’ve double checked again.
When you get off his lap and onto shaky legs Geto feels his heart drop, only for it to suddenly pick up speed when you’re shuffling your pants down and off. Crawling back onto him in your panties, he—shamefully—has to put so much focus into keeping calm, so worked up he could cum from this alone.
“Yeah…” you murmur back at him, placing yourself right over his erection again. Gasping at how hard he is, at how much more you can feel even through the layers left on, “I lied just now.”
He wants to ask more; he wants to know what you lied about but if he thought you were hot before then he’s melting now. You’re sitting on his dick in the cutest little panties, already so drenched from making out with him that the affection he feels for you fills up his chest. He’s way too distracted right now to ask what he wants.
“Be honest.” It feels like a chore to rip his gaze away from your pussy. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Geto’s eyes are all glassy and blown, cheeks flushed as he implores you, like he’s worried you’re legitimately trying to kill him. He’s making you feel shy. “It’s your fault I’m acting like this.”
That has him feeling a little prideful. “Is that so?”
“Mhm,” you confirm.
“In that case.” He’s slowly dragging your heated core over his erection again. “Should I fix it?”
You nod your head at him. “…Yeah”
The shivers that run through you make you gasp, the drag over Geto’s dick feeling so much better without your pants on. And yet you can’t help but feel so greedy, a kind of need in your bones that you’ve not experienced before.
He takes his hands away from your hips and you stop moving, whining pathetically at him, “Why—”
“—Keep doing it yourself,” he encourages.
“But—”
“Just do it how it feels good, use me for a bit,” he grins, “I wanna watch you pleasure yourself on me.”
“You really are a perv,” you mutter back at him.
His retort is quick, “Say that to me when your pussy’s not drooling all over my pants.”
Your cunt jumps at his words. “Are you gonna be this crude the whole time?”
“I can be worse if you want?”
“I can’t stand you.”
“We both know that’s not true.” He looks pointedly down to where your cunt is pulsing hot against him. “Now do us both a favour and move,” he hisses out through clenched teeth, apparently nearing his limit.
“You’re so bossy.” You frown. “I’ve never…” You’re at a loss for how to phrase it.
“Dry humped someone before?” He finishes for you. “Though, with how wet you are—”
“Shh!” You cover his mouth with your palm. “Stop… talking about how wet I am.”
He pulls your hand away. “You know, I’m not surprised you’ve never—”
“—You don’t have to say it again,” you cut him off.
He rolls his eyes. “You hadn’t even made out with someone; I’m just saying that I didn’t ask you to use me without knowing.” He holds the side of your face gently, “Stop worrying about it so much, I know already… that you’re a huge virgin.”
His gentle touch greatly contrasts his teasing words. He’s so evil to you. “This is why I say you’re not nice.”
“Do you want me to be nice? To tell you how pretty you are and how good of a job you’re doing?” The reaction you have is almost visceral, skin heating and looking away from him. Even more embarrassed when he chuckles at you. “Got a bit of a praise kink, hmm?”
“You’re making this difficult for me.”
“You should’ve just done what I asked then.” He shrugs easily.
If you thought holding out would punish him more than you, then maybe you’d just get off him and go home to get yourself off, but you want him to make you feel good. So instead, you’ll just give in and hope he shows you mercy. Though, by how this is going, he doesn’t seem to be the type.
Experimentally, you roll your hips down into Geto and he huffs out a breath like he wasn’t expecting it. Your hands move to his shoulders for purchase, using the leverage you have there to grind down into him harder.
He holds onto your waist. Not moving you, just resting his hands there. “Oh fuck– no– hah– no warning?”
You shake your head at him, brows pinched as you focus on seeking your own pleasure. “You– hnn– wanted me to– hah– to do as you asked.”
His head falls back slightly at the pleasure, a lazy smile on his face. “That’s true.”
The longer you do this, the slicker his pants get, you’re so unbelievably wet that it’s coating the material obscenely. Geto is in awe of it, eyes fixed on where you’re rutting down into him. Busy marvelling at the damp spot on his pants, at how drenched your panties are. So soaked that they’re practically a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination with how it’s sticking to you.
He holds you still suddenly and the whine you let out is endearing. “Wait for a second,” he huffs.
Moving his hands to his belt to undo it, shuffling his pants down his legs. You lean up on your knees for a moment for him to drop them to his feet but before you can sit back down, his hand is holding you there. He runs the fingers of his other hand through your covered folds, a groan coming from the back of Geto’s throat.
“Seriously, you’re so fucking wet,” he reminds you.
“Sorry…”
He almost chokes, “‘Sorry?’” His fingers draw up to your clit, pressing into it. “Don’t be fucking sorry… I’m nearly salivating because of how drenched you are.”
That catches you off guard. “Sugu—”
He doesn’t let you speak. “—This wet because of me? It’s my fault you said?”
You bite your lip, his fingers circling your clit deliciously. “Mhm.”
His eyes brighten. “Perfect. Aren’t you just perfect for me?”
Your legs start shaking and he lets you drop back to his lap, one less layer between the two of you now. He’s so warm and hard and if you weren’t straddling him, you’d be clenching your thighs together for relief.
“You are doing such a good job for me,” he whispers low against your ear, “Having the most perfect reactions.”
You whine at his praise. “You’re doing this on purpose.”
“Yeah.” He licks against your ear. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”
His size is honestly daunting, large and thick as you sit on it, throbbing underneath you. “Suguru?”
He noses at your cheekbone. “Mmm?”
“I’m worried…”
“About?”
“What if you don’t fit…” you look down to his lap, “I just mean, you feel…big.”
“I don’t have to put it in you,” he comforts but he can’t help the way he twitches at your genuine concern over taking him.
“But you want to?”
“What sort of a question is that?” He holds you down while he grinds up into you. “Does it feel like I want to?”
“I was jus– ah!– I was just checking,” you sulk back.
Your mind melts, getting away from you. He’s rutting up into you in a way that has you shaking and your breaths stuttering. On edge for so long while sat in his lap, you want to meet his grind. You want to move your hips into him, but his grip is firm and steady.
It’s honestly a little pitiful how quickly he’s building you up, your insides clenching with the pleasure. The drag back and forth on his clothed cock driving you slowly to insanity. His boxers almost as ruined as your panties, your slick coating his covered dick. The glide much smoother than what you’d expect. It’s like you can feel him throbbing for you and it makes you want to fully take him even more.
Your own thoughts riling you up, the idea of him sitting so heavily inside you makes you huff out a whine. A sound that Geto relishes in, in fact, he’s relishing in all of this. You’re so malleable to his will, he thinks in this state, you’d let him do whatever he pleases. The thought alone nearly has his eyes rolling.
He needs you to cum like this, he needs to see it. How you shake and writhe on top of him, the expression you make. He wants to make you cum in so many different ways, just to see how your expressions might differ each time.
It’s relentless, how he humps up into you, how he pulls you down into him. Your clit catching on the tip of his dick making you jump each time, shocks of pleasure running through you. You never thought something like this would feel so damn good.
Fingers grappling at the material of his shirt, pleasure wracking your body as he draws you closer and closer. “Stop– ah!– if you keep going I’ll– hnn—”
“—So soon?” he hums, “I don’t know if– hah– I believe you… you’re gonna have to prove it,” leering back at you.
His eyes on you feel so consuming, calm and watching but so hungry that it’s driving you to the edge. It feels like you’re melting, so warm and unbelievably close. Body twitching on top of him with your impending orgasm. You don’t even get to try and warn him again, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make falling from your mouth before you can think to stop them. Trembling with the force of your orgasm, feeling completely weak as you slump into him, eyes wet and bleary.
Geto feels like he’s vibrating, watching you come undone on top of him making him feel too much all at once. His arms wrap around you and hold you close, hands smoothing up and down your back. Lips close to your ear when he speaks, “You know… you make some really cute noises when you cum.”
Lazily, you look up at him through your lashes. Feeling a stupid kind of pleasure running through your body, still jolting slightly with the come down. “Stop trying to embarrass me.”
“I’m only being honest,” his hands slip under your shirt, groping your waist. “You getting embarrassed is just a bonus.”
“Have you always been this sadistic?”
He leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Who knows?” He smiles.
Turning, you catch his mouth with yours. Kissing him properly, hands tickling the back of his neck as you try to kiss him like he did you earlier. His hands on your waist grip you, lips imploring. So needy in how he returns your kiss, all but whining when you part. A string of saliva connects your mouths, and he wipes your lower lip with his thumb, pressing it to your lips like he might push it inside.
Eyes lost as he dances his digit over your plush lips. “You’re beautiful,” is all he says, gazing at you with so much affection.
Opening your mouth, you gently take his thumb between your teeth. Biting so very lightly before flicking your tongue over the tip of it. Geto looks like he blushes at the action, pulling his hand back.
“Seems as though I’m not the only tease,” he accuses.
You mutter at him, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His compliment had made you feel so soft and tingly that you didn’t know what to say or how to react. It’s not like he’s never complimented you before, you just weren’t expecting him to call you beautiful so earnestly. Being given compliments by someone has never made your insides flutter as much as they did just now.
He hums at you, redirecting his attention. Pulling at the hem of your shirt to show what he wants; you lift your arms up so he can remove it from you properly. Feeling so bare on top of him but not really minding, still too blissed out on your orgasm to care.
Geto doesn’t waste any time, groping your tits in his large hands. Rolling your nipples experimentally and grinning wide at how you twitch and bite back moans at it. “My, you’re sensitive.”
Teeth digging into your lower lip to stop the pitiful noises he’s threatening to pull from you. “Try not to sound so pleased about that.” Your blood is still thumping through your ears, pleasure fresh in your bones.
“Would you rather I be upset?”
“I’d rather you not make– ah!—”
His wet mouth wrapping around your nipple has your words cutting off suddenly, back arching into him. Huffing out needy little breaths at how he flicks his tongue over your sensitive skin, dizzy from the heat he’s making you feel. Pulling back with an obscene pop, licking at you a final time while keeping eye contact before swapping to your neglected tit.
He’s playing with you, or he’s waiting for you to say you’re ready for more… no he’s definitely just playing with you. Taking his time leaving marks all over your tits, even biting some places. Neglecting himself in favour of teasing you to insanity, though it can’t be that painful for him considering how he’s enjoying this immensely.
Whining at him, “You– hah!– You’re gonna leave too many marks.” He ignores you in favour of making a new mark to the top of your breast. “Suguru!”
Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull him back with a tug. You’re frowning at him, but your eyes are so wet and dazed and you’re nearly completely naked on top of him. Covered in hickeys and his saliva, despite your pulled brows you look so euphoric.
Feigning ignorance, he simpers, “What’s wrong with that?” A finger trails over the marks he’s left, grazing a sensitive nipple in his journey. “You seemed to like it.”
Swallowing your pride, you tell him directly, “I want more.”
“You want to cum again?” He muses, “Greedy.”
Taking offence at his accurate guess, you add, “I want… you to as well.”
Geto ignores the thumping of his heart. “Take off your panties then.”
“But…”
A brow raises at you, “‘But’ what?”
You don’t really want to tell him about how shaky your legs are, somewhat concerned they’ll give out as soon as you try to stand. He really doesn’t need the ego boost right now. “Nothing.”
Moving off him so so carefully, you keep your hands on his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. With the way your knees are wobbling and fingers gripping to him so harshly, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’ve not really got a great sense of balance right now. A smug smile gracing his lips when he sees you fight to figure out how you’re going to take off your panties with your hands on him.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” You quickly answer.
“Then take them off.” Using a finger to pull at the waistline of your underwear, only to let it snap back to you. At your continued struggle he adds, “Or do you want me to take them off for you?”
You look to him, eyes hopeful for mercy. “Please?”
“Sure,” his tone is polite but you’re not sure you’re that trusting of him.
Thankfully, his hands slide your panties delicately down your legs, brushing against your thighs. Though, he’s an opportunist and he uses this chance to grope lewdly at your thighs, pulling at your skin further and further up your legs. Humming low to himself at the slick coating your inner thighs, unable to help himself when he drags his fingers through your folds, touching your pussy directly.
“Fuck, alright—” He bites out, pulling you to his lap suddenly, “I’ve reached my limit.”
“Wait.” He stops his frantic movements and you pull at his shirt. “Take it off.”
He doesn’t even tease, just immediately does as you asked. Hastily tugging his shirt off, it’s dropped less than gracefully onto the floor. Your fingers dance along his shoulders, down his chest. You want to take it all in a bit more but he’s flopping onto his back and shucking his boxers down enough to pull his cock free.
The size of him almost has your eyes bulging, you wonder how he’s been so patient when he’s this hard and achy looking. Tip flushed deep pink and already smothered in his own leaky precum, your cunt throbs while looking at him. Caught between concern over his size and a desperate need to be full of him.
“You don’t have to take it but please just—” He grabs and moves you until you’re hovering over it, “Sit on it at least.”
Lowering yourself cautiously, you sit on him lightly. He can feel your heat so vividly now, and it makes him shiver, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” he snickers, “Split your pussy open on my dick.”
Geto doesn’t even give you the chance to do it yourself, hands tugging you down onto him with more force. A gasp ripping from you when he immediately starts dragging you back and forth on his whole length. Stifled groans leave him from under you, his chest vibrating under your palm.
“Sugu—”
“—Sorry.” His brows are knitted together. “I got– nnh– impatient.”
It’s so wet, slipping over him repeatedly, the head of his cock nudging your clit over every pass. Your teeth dig into your lower lip to fight the whines bubbling inside you but eventually you give up and just let yourself moan. He seems to like it anyways, cock jerking at the soft breaths and whimpers leaving you.
He’s on the brink of stupidity, you’re so soft and unbelievably warm and his tip keeps catching on your hole and it makes him shudder each time. Looking down, he watches the way you’re coating his cock in more of your slick, cock shiny with how wet you are. Lewd sounds of your pussy grinding over him fill the room and now he’s thinking about you creaming around him. He’s never wanted something so bad in his life.
“Sugu,” you call out to him, and he dopily pulls his eyes to yours, “Do you think I could just…” when his cockhead catches on your hole again, you press down. Not even taking him in any real way and yet still stretching slightly for it.
His grip hardens on you, holding you completely still. “There’s no ‘just’ anything.” He struggles to breathe out evenly. “Not with how tight you are.”
“I wanna feel full though.” You try wiggling down into him but he’s truly got you in a vice like hold.
His cock twitches as excitement rushes through him, “You asking me to take your virginity, pretty?”
Shy when you ask, “Would you?”
He’s not passing on the chance to pick on you a little bit. “How bad do you want it?”
He can feel the way your hole flutters when you think about his question, your answer seemingly downplaying how you feel, “Pretty bad.”
“Hmm…” He pretends to think about his answer.
You’re taking issue with his faux deep thought. “Sugu, stop acting like you’re not…”
“Go on,” he encourages, “‘Like I’m not’ what?”
“Like you’re not…” you look away from him, mumbling out, “Aching for it…”
“Oh? You aching for it?” The smile he’s wearing can be heard in his words.
He sounds way too gleeful over this and it’s ticking you off. “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ as you lift yourself off him.
“Don’t be like that.” He sits up. “I’m not letting you go anywhere… not when I know you’re aching for my cock.”
“I did not say that.”
“That’s what I heard you say.” He shrugs.
Geto’s arms wrap around you only to throw you down onto the bed, gone from you for a second while he shoves his boxers off quickly. And then he’s crawling over you, hands tracing up your body, relishing in your reactions to him.
“You really are so sensitive,” he mutters, trailing a finger up your thigh and watching your skin break out in goosebumps.
He’s being so unbearable, the need you feel is so loud and he’s here taunting you. “You’re so frustrating.”
“You’re just a needy little thing,” he returns. “So desperate to be filled even though you’re not prepared in the slightest.”
“Then prepare me,” you whine back.
He finds this about you cute, your insatiable greed, your back and forth between shy and so horny that you’re getting pissy at him. “I should teach you some manners,” he grumbles.
You spread your legs for him obscenely, growing even more impatient. “Please, touch me,” you pull his hand towards your pussy, “please.”
If he ever gets the chance to touch you like this again, he’s going to torture you, because right now you’re playing so completely unfairly that he can’t even think to deny you. His brows pull up as he flushes, finding himself doing exactly what you wanted, fingers gliding through your folds.
The way you keen at his touch almost makes it worth it. “You don’t play fair,” he complains.
“Someone lead by– hah!– po– poor example, I guess,” you shudder when he slips a single finger inside you.
Geto groans at the snug heat of your cunt, closing his eyes to take a quick breath at just how you feel wrapped around his digit. The fear or cumming the minute he gets inside you is real; he’s going to have to develop an insane amount of self-restraint between then and now.
“You’re hilarious,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Now shhh…” He draws his finger back before fucking it back in, lewd wet sounds of your pussy filling the silence. “Hear that?” He keeps repeating his movements, taking immense joy in how you writhe under him. “I think… pretty things that are this wet and begging to get fucked… don’t get to mock me.”
Your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes glassy when you look up at him. “Don’t– nnh– be sooo mean.”
“You haven’t seen me be mean.” He pulls his finger back just to stuff another inside you, grinning when you arch your back at it. “I’ve only been nice to you today.”
“Be nicer,” you sulk.
“Don’t wanna be,” he smiles graciously back at you.
The fingers he has in you scissor to spread you open, pleased hums leaving him at your responses. Your mouth drops open and legs shake, fighting to close but unable to with how he’s in-between them. He’s hitting all the perfect spots inside you, crooking his digits to rub against your inner walls in a way you’re never able to reach.
He’s getting you so close to cumming that you want to hide from him, somehow feeling so much more vulnerable like this than when you were sitting in his lap earlier. Slowly, he works you to the point of taking another of his fingers, fucked open on three of them now. Your toes curl and your thighs hoist themselves on either side of his waist. Hips grinding into his hand, meeting his movements.
Geto finds the frenzied and desperate grinds into his hand adorable, satisfied with just how much more greedy you get when you’re this turned on. He already knows you must be close, your sudden drive to fuck down onto his fingers a dead giveaway to him.
He adds his thumb, rubbing circles into your clit. You jerk at it, tits bouncing in a way that has him drooling. To be honest, if you weren’t practically begging to get dicked down earlier, he would’ve put his mouth on you. Maybe if he weren’t also desperate to put his cock in you, he’d do it anyways but for now, he’ll settle for fingerfucking you to insanity and then shoving you full of his dick.
Your voice comes out smaller than you want, “Sugu, I think—”
“—I know.” His eyes are excited, fully aware of how close you are.
He can feel the way you twitch and clench down on him, back arching off the bed. Speeding up his movements just to get you there that much quicker and when you’re about to cum all over his fingers… he pulls them from you. Leaving you without your orgasm but so high that he could blow on your clit and you might cum.
You whine at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Expression dopey and angry, sexually frustrated from the cruel and unexpected edging he just put you through. “What the hell, Suguru?!”
His grin is wolfish, merciless expression painted over with faux pity. “I’m so sorry, pretty. Were you close?” A hand cradles your face, soothing you for something that is completely his fault.
“Why would you do that?” All he’s succeeded in is making you needier than before, squirming under him with no way to find relief.
His answer is simple, “Just to see how you’d react.”
“I shouldn’t have hung out with you today.”
“Don’t be like that.” He guides his dick to your cunt. “I’m ‘bout to treat you so good.”
“If you don’t let me cum, we’re not friends anymore,” you warn.
He snickers at how genuine you’re being. “Alright.”
“I mean it, Suguru.”
“I know you do.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “That’s why it’s a little tempting.”
You whine at him, “Can you stop being so cruel for a moment?”
He blinks at you, “What do I get if I do?”
“What do you want?”
“I want to be the first person you go on a date with.”
His request stumps you. “What? Why?”
He doesn’t answer you. “Those are my terms,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Okay! Fine, yes, whatever you want,” you nod at him.
He smiles and starts pushing into you, the stretch is a lot, and it aches more than his fingers. You’re trying to breathe through it, but it seems like he is too. His thumb is on your clit, trying to get you to relax for him. “St– stop– hah– fuck!– stop clenching so tight,” he hisses through his teeth.
“I can’t– nnh– help it.” Your nails dig into his skin.
His lashes flutter when he gets his tip inside you, groan leaving him. “Wh– when I s–say date I mean– hnnn– a real date. A ‘I take you out and then try kissing you at the end of it’ date.”
For some reason, that makes your insides twist and you squirm. “Wh– whatever you– nnh– want, Sugu.”
“Yeah? You’re gonna– hah– dress up and let me take you out for your first ever date?” His fingers grip at his blanket below.
Your eyes roll as he slips further inside you, babbling out, “If you– hnn– let me cum? I’ll date only you.”
Geto sputters at that, hips driving forwards on their own making you both moan. His upper body drops down to you, lips ghosting over your neck and cheek before taking yours in a sweet kiss. He knows you’re out of your mind horny and probably not even sure of what you just said but he’s going to live in this moment while he fucks you.
He’s kissing your breath away while he slowly fills you to the hilt, trying so hard to be careful with you. His lips successfully distract you from the ache you were feeling, melting into him as he licks at your tongue.
Parting from you only when he’s balls deep inside, head flopping to your shoulder as he moans. Struggling to keep it together, you’re wrapped so snug and hot around him, pulsing so tightly around his aching cock that he feels like he might cum at any second.
“Sugu?” When he hums, you continue, “Move please?”
You wiggle your hips into him but he’s quick to stop you with a firm hand. “If you don’t want this ending right now then you need to give me a moment.”
“Hmm, that’s awfully cute of you, Suguru,” you tease him.
“That’s bold.” He licks at the shell of your ear. “I’m going to ruin you.”
“More than you already have?”
He agrees, “So much more.”
It feels like an eternity before he’s finally dragging his hips back, that alone has your breath stuttering. He wants to set a punishing pace so bad; he wants to fuck you until you’re mad, but he starts slow. Thrusting back into you at a languid pace, still carefully opening you up on his fat dick. It’s your first time and as much as he loves torturing you, he also loves pleasing you.
You’re scrabbling for purchase at his leisurely pace anyways, not expecting the heavy drag of his cock to feel this mind numbing. He chuckles lowly at the way you’re already weak for him, though it’s completely his fault considering all he’s put you through up until now.
“I think you may be the awfully cute one,” he smirks at you.
Your insides tug at his tone, “You can– hnn– be quiet.”
Leaning up, he rests on his knees, pushing your leg back and up. He has a great view of you taking him like this, able to see all your reactions. “I can but your pussy really likes when I talk.”
He’s so smug and he gets to be too because he’s right, his lightly mocking tone and that polite smile he wears is a deadly combo that has your cunt seizing around him. “I like it– hah– better when you’re nice to me.”
“You’re taking me all so well, pretty,” he praises, “Pussy sucking me right back in, so greedily.”
Your eyes roll back at how he thrusts into you, new angle hitting deeper than before. “That’s not– hnn– being nice!”
“Really?” He watches the way your hole clenches and feels how much wetter you get around him. “‘Cause you seemed to like it a lot.”
You bite your lip as you look up at him, silently asking for him to fuck you.
He looks down his nose at you, “What are you asking for?”
Sulking, “I want you to– hah– move more.”
“You should’ve just said that then.” He crooks his head to the side at you.
The slow drag out is the same as always until he’s fucking himself back into you sharply, a gasped moan stumbling from you as your hands seek stability in the mattress below. Your whine is dragged out when he repeats it over and over, brows knitted together in your pleasure.
“That’s a nice reaction,” he comments smugly.
You only hum at him, too consumed by the feeling of him shoving his dick in and out over and over in such a relentless pace that you’re seeing stars. Either you’ve closed your eyes or they’ve rolled to the back of your head because you’re not seeing much of anything right now.
Your eyes are welling with tears, chest heaving with your breaths. The stretch in your leg increasing when Geto pushes down into you further, pushing back on your leg with it. He’s basically folded it over his shoulder; you had no idea you were capable of bending this much. You’re so dazed and fucked stupid when you look to him lazily, he looks so pretty like this. Hunched over you and driving his cock in and out of your tight heat, his hair hanging messily over his shoulders and face as his expression twists in bliss.
Reaching a hand up, you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You’re pretty.”
You say it so dopily that he wonders if you know what you’ve just said. “I’m fucking you to the point you’re cock drunk and you think I’m pretty?”
A shudder runs through you at his voice. “Mhm, and– ah!– you have– hnn– have a pretty voice.”
God help him, he’s about to cum from you calling him pretty. “St– hnn– stop talking.”
“Sugu, you feel so—”
He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth, he has a feeling that whatever you were about to say would have him cumming inside you. “You’re so cute but I need you to shut up before I cum.”
From behind his hand, you look ruined. Tears slipping from your eyes, he can feel the way you’re drooling against his skin. The only sounds in the room his grunts, your muffled moans and the slick squelching of you swallowing his cock.
You want to keep telling him how pretty he is and how good he’s making you feel but even without him hindering you, you feel as though you may be beyond words now. Brain not able to form very cohesive thoughts as of this moment let alone speak them. He has you feeling so full, his cock throbbing against your walls in a way that has your skin thrumming.
Geto’s eyes lock down on where he’s stuffing himself into your little cunt, he feels himself short circuiting at the sight. Pussy bulging around him, struggling to take him all, dick so shiny with your slick. White creamy ring at the base of himself, it’s messy and lewd and it has him feeling so unbelievably obsessed with your cunt.
Thinking distantly that he’s going to do his best to impress you on your date so he can have you again, next time he’s definitely licking your pussy. Debauched groans vibrate in his chest at the thought, he’s going to make this so unforgettable for you, he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. He’s going to be so much worse after this, and he was already down pretty bad.
Your hand grabs at his wrist, trying to tug it away so you can speak. He pulls back out of curiosity. “I– hnn– I’m– ah!—” Giving up trying to warn him after a particular thrust has you crying out, there’s no real point in warning him anyways.
He grins at your inability to say anything meaningful. “I’ve gotcha, go ahead and cum for me.”
Of course he knew exactly what you were trying to say, how does he already know your body so perfectly. He leans down to you, impossibly close, just to kiss your cheek and say, “Come on, pretty, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight before I cum in you.”
Crude and obscene and effective because his words make you shudder as you suddenly cum around him. A little frantic in how you squirm under him, eyes rolling as your hips fight to fuck yourself onto his thrusts. Pitiful whimpers of his name leaving you repeatedly, the only really comprehensive thing you’re able to utter out.
Geto’s orgasm is immediately triggered by yours; he was hoping he’d get to play with you a little more but as soon as he felt the sinful way you gripped him while you came, he was done for. Your cunt pulsating around him milking him for all he’s worth, he’s cumming so much so deeply. His hips flush to yours as he only grinds into you to ride out both your highs.
He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life and he’s unsure if it’s because it’s you or because he held back for so long. His weight drops to you as he catches his breath, feeling spent and so drunk on your pussy that if he thought too hard about you, he’d get hard again.
Your hand taps lightly at his shoulder, words all garbled when you speak, “Sugu, too heavy.”
Shoving his arms under you, he rolls until you’re on top of him. Cock slipping from you in the process and it has you letting out a cute whine.
“It’s leaking out of me,” you warn him.
He groans, “Don’t say that.”
You rest your check to his collarbone. “Why not?”
“I’ll get turned on again.”
Rolling your eyes at him. “You’re an insatiable pervert.”
“You’re not much better.”
His hands tickle up your sides, repeating the motion over, it’s making you feel sleepy. “You’re still worse.”
He just hums at you, apparently not caring to argue back. “You gonna be okay to shower?”
“In a bit… and only if you carry me the whole time.”
He laughs at that, “Sure.”
You draw mindless patterns on his chest with your finger, “So… where are you taking me on my first date?”
α.η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !
thank you for reading !! fun fact : this was originally someone's drabble request on my old blog and i got carried away and it turned into this. if that anon see this.. i still think about you <3
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.˚𓈒✦ ݁･˖ 𝓖. 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 ݁･✧𓈒˚. uses a dildo as punishment on his most loyal follower instead of the real thing. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ꒰𓈒𝒇. 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ⋮⋮ 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕!𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ sex toy ⋮⋮ 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⋮⋮ denied orgasm ꒱ 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 : 𝒂𝒔𝒌
You stand where you always stand.
Just off his left shoulder. Close enough that the hem of your sleeve brushes the dark fabric of his Gojo-kesa when he shifts. Far enough that no one mistakes the distance for equality.
Suguru’s violet eyes find you without searching. They linger. The way they always do. A slow drag from the soft line of your mouth to the pulse at your throat and back again. The room is full of voices, followers murmuring praise and reports, but the noise softens whenever his gaze settles on you. Something in his shoulders eases. The sharp edge of command dulls just enough to low exhales of breath.
You've never spoken against him. Never offered a correction. Never lifted your chin in challenge. He's the one who knows best. The one who decides every move. Why would anyone need to advise a man who moves through the world as if every path already belongs to him?
You're not a soft thing in his eyes. Never that. You're simply beautiful. Proper. A follower who understands her place so completely that the place itself becomes sacred. He keeps the "filthy" ones around for the mask the establishment needs. Humans who smile and nod and never ask what truly lives beneath the floorboards. You're different. Pure in the way only something unbroken can be pure. Ordinary enough to pass. Rare enough that no other body has ever held his attention the way yours does.
When the meetings end and the last disciple bows out, the door closes and the air changes.
“Come here,” he says, voice low.
You go. Your hands slide up his chest, fingers spreading over the hard planes of muscle, then around to his back. The contact does something to him. You feel it in the way his breath catches. In the way his hips press forward. He's already hard, thick and heavy against your stomach.
His hands find the buttons of your shirt with the same careful patience he uses for everything that matters. He strips you slowly. Each layer peeled back like an offering. Your skin, warm under his palms. He cherishes that warmth. Presses his mouth to the slope of your shoulder and breathes you in.
He lifts you up, with swift ease. Carries you to the low couch in his private rooms. Lays you down and looks at you the way a man looks at something he has decided to keep.
“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So open for me already.”
Your cunt is slick when he slides two fingers through the wetness. He watches your face while he works them inside. Slow and deep. Stretching you open on nothing but his hand until you’re trembling. Then he replaces his fingers with his cock.
The first push is always a burn of pleasure because he's thick. Thick enough that your body has to yield around him, has to make room. You take him. You always take him. He seats himself fully inside your snug warm walls and stays there for a moment longer, forehead pressed to yours, violet eyes half-lidded with the sheer relief of being inside you.
“That’s it,” he says. “That’s my girl.”
He fucks you like he has all the time in the world and none of it at once. Long, rolling thrusts that drag against every sensitive place inside you. His hands hold your hips steady. His mouth finds your throat, your collarbone, the soft underside of your breast. You cling to him. Fingers in his hair. Legs locked around his waist. The heat builds until it is almost unbearable. Suguru doesn't stop. He never stops until you cum around him, clenching and shaking, and even then he keeps going, chasing his own release with a low sound that vibrates against your skin.
When he finishes he stays buried inside you. Breathing hard. Hands stroking slow paths up and down your sides as if memorizing the shape of you all over again.
You fall asleep like that, more nights than not. Wrapped in his arms. Warm and claimed.
He doesn't get many hours for personal matters. The cult demands him. The plans demand him. But when the two of you finally close the door on the rest of the world, the fever between you is too much for either of you to ignore. He becomes insatiable. You become willing. Your vulnerability is his to cherish. Your heat is his to take.
And you've never once refused him his right.
It happens on an ordinary afternoon.
A discussion about the next gathering. Numbers. Timing. The usual quiet exchange of information. Someone asks a question that needs an answer and the answer is already forming on Suguru’s tongue when you speak.
You raise your voice. Just a little. Just enough, that the words that leave your mouth are the wrong ones. A suggestion that is not yours to make. A correction that lands like a slap in a room that has never heard you raise anything louder than a soft mindless “yes.”
The silence that follows is sharp.
Suguru’s violet eyes turn to you. There's no warmth in them. Only the still, assessing cold of a man who has been interrupted by something he didn't expect.
You feel the mistake in your bones the second the last syllable dies.
He doesn’t raise his voice. He does not need to.
“That will be all for today,” he says to the others.
They file out. The door shuts. You remain standing where you are, heart beating too fast, your mouth feels dry.
He looks at you, and it feels like time slows to a crawl. Like his stare is burning a hole through you.
Then he turns and walks away. Not even an utter of his disappointment. You knew you fucked up when he doesn't even bother to speak.
That night you go to his room the way you always do. The soft knock. The quiet entrance. You expect the usual. The slow undressing. The heated look. The way his hands reach for you the moment the door is locked.
Instead he's seated in the armchair by the window. Fully dressed. Robes still on. Violet eyes watching you with a distance that makes your stomach drop.
“Take your clothes off,” he says.
The words are calm. Flat, with no room for protests.
You obey. Fingers trembling slightly as you undo buttons and let fabric fall. Shirt. Skirt. Undergarments. Until you stand naked in the middle of the room and the air feels colder than it should.
“On the bed. Legs spread.”
You climb onto the sheets. Lie back. Open your thighs the way you always do for him. Your cunt is already wet. It always is when he looks at you like this, even when the look is wrong.
He stands. Walks to the low cabinet against the wall. Opens a drawer. When he turns back he is holding something you have never seen in these rooms.
A dildo. Thick, darker in the dim light. Rigid. Nothing like the living heat of him.
“For your insolence, I've decided a punishment,” he says, voice soft and hollow, filled with undeniable satisfaction, apparent in his voice for having gotten his way. A faint trace of anger still lingered on his tongue. “you’re going to get filled by this instead.”
Your breath catches.
He doesn't come to the bed right away. He stands there and looks at you. At the way your legs are open. At the slick shine between them. At the way your chest rises and falls too quickly.
Then he kneels between your thighs.
The head of the toy presses against your entrance. Cool and hard. Unyielding. He watches your face as he pushes the tip slow and steady. The stretch is different. There's no give. No warmth. No pulse of blood and life. Just the solid pressure of something that can't love you back.
You feel the loss of him immediately. The absence of his weight. His hands. The way his body always covered yours completely.
“Take it,” he murmurs.
Working the toy deeper. Inch by inch. Your cunt clenches around the plastic, trying to adjust, trying to find something that's not there. It is too hard. Too smooth. Nothing like the thick, veined heat of his cock that you've grown so used to.
He doesn't stop until it's fully nestled inside you, in the snug clammy walls of your cunt, pulsing around the girth of it, your pussy juices gushing out and around it.
Then, he begins to move the toy.
Long, unhurried strokes. Pulling it almost all the way out before pushing back in. Stretching you open on something that doesn't care how you feel. Your hips twitch madly. Your hands fist in the sheets, fingers curled in silk like. A soft sound leaves your throat.
Suguru’s eyes never leave your face.
He fucks you with the toy the way he fucks you with his cock. Patient and thorough. Watching every flicker of sensation that crosses your expression. When your thighs start to tremble, he angles the dildo just so, dragging it against the place inside you that makes your breath stutter.
“Feel that?” he asks quietly. “That’s what happens when you forget yourself.”
You want his hands on your hips. You want his mouth on your throat. You want the solid weight of him pressing you into the mattress. Instead there is only the relentless slide of plastic and the cold distance in his violet eyes.
He keeps going. Stretching you. Opening you. Filling you with something that can never replace him. Your cunt is wet around the toy, slick sounds filling the quiet room, but the pleasure is hollow. Incomplete.
He doesn't let you cum.
When your body starts to tighten, when the pleasure begins to crest, he slows. Stops. Holds the dildo still inside you while you whimper and shift, seeking friction that's no longer offered.
“Not yet,” he says.
Then he starts again. Builds you up. Denies you. Over and over until your thighs are shaking and your voice is soft and broken, and all you can think about is how much you miss the real weight of him.
Finally he pulls the toy free. Sets it aside. Looks down at your open, glistening cunt with something close to satisfaction.
“You will remember this the next time you open your mouth without being asked.”
He stands. Adjusts his robe. Walks toward the door.
You remain on the bed. Legs still spread. Body aching and empty, needy for him in a way that has nothing to do with the plastic that just filled you.
The door closes softly behind him.
The room is quiet once more, just your uneven breaths in the dark.
And for the first time since you became his, you're left alone with the cold.
Kinda just … having a hard time in the sense that i feel super disconnected and i want to have more friendships etc in my real life but its like. I struggle. Being actually perceived??
Like i really have a hard time thinking that people even think about me beyond interactions etc and it is 100% a me problem. I am Surprised each time ppl even bother to remember something about me (unless we are already close etc) and i know i get proven wrong in a good way a lot, but
Like
Can yall tell how traumatized i am from so many friendships lmao 🥹
Every Sunday, Suguru’s eyes always find you. Even amidst the crowd of the congregation. The epitome of the perfect daughter, you arrive in a white dress, hair neatly kept, posture straight, and a demeanor that screams good girl.
Your voice is so soft-spoken, sweet and gentle that Suguru thinks he could listen to you talk for days. Even your laughter resonates like chimes dancing in the wind. Any sound from you feels like music to his ears.
And he hates that.
He hates how you’re soft-spoken, yet say the most lewd things with that same gentle mouth. You speak sweetly of praise and scripture, reciting verses with devotion, only to lean in later and whisper the most unholy things into his ear... but any sound from you is music to his ears. Even your moans.
Polite. Friendly. Always ready to be of service. Suguru never hesitates to drive you to Bible study whenever you ask. He remembers the first time his parents introduced you. He remembers how timid you were, how your hands folded in front of you, how you warmed up to him so easily.
You’re polite, alright.
He hates how meek you look every time you ask him for a ride. He hates how he can never say no, no matter how hard he tries. How could he, when it always ends the same way with your mouth on him in the parked car, your hands gripping his hair as he eats you out exactly how you like it afterward?
Kind and warm, and anyone at church would vouch for that. Your presence is the joy they look forward to during outreach events. Not once has anyone felt left out with you tending to them, smiling, listening.
You’re so warm it makes it hard for him to pull out of you. The way you wrap around his cock always makes him hesitate. You’re so pretty and so soft, your body a sin all on its own.
Suguru is a faithful follower of the Lord. He rarely lies or does anything he isn’t morally aligned with.
Which is ironic, considering he’s currently confined to a tiny bathroom with you.
He can never deny the strange pleasure he takes in watching you kneel before him, lips parted as you take him into your mouth.
You lift your head to look at him, drool pooling at your chin.
“Am I doing well?”
Suguru runs his thumb along your cheek, wiping the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.
His smile is uncertain when he nods. “Yeah. I’m almost there.”
You smile at that, tightening your hand around his throbbing length. He starts spiraling when you pump him slowly, tongue circling the tip, cleaning off the precum that’s already oozing.
He hates the sight of the cross hanging on the wall in front of him. Hates how your delicate cross necklace sways against your chest as you work him.
“You taste so good,” he mutters.
You lick along his shaft in a long stroke, tongue grazing his balls before returning to the tip, sucking him in completely. He watches himself disappear into your mouth like that.
“You like this, don’t you, Sugu?” you murmur against him, making his breath hitch. “You like the idea that anyone could walk in on us.”
As much as he wants to savor it, time is running out. You only have five minutes before people start wondering where you went. Suguru’s fingers thread gently through your hair, until they don’t. He pulls his cock from your mouth.
“I don’t like sharing you,” he mutters, jaw clenched. “I like sharing my blessings. Not you.”
“Ah.” Your lips part slightly. He’s never been this honest before. “I’m all yours, though,” you say with a smile. “It’s only you, Sugu.”
“I don’t know if I believe that.” His mouth tightens. “You’re one hell of a liar.”
You sigh, knowing there’s no explaining yourself mid foreplay. Instead, you turn toward the sink, catching his gaze in the mirror as you hike your skirt up. You spread your legs and push your underwear aside, inviting him without a word.
“Keep fucking me like that and I’ll show you I’m yours,” you say with a smirk. “But let’s keep my virginity.”
Suguru scoffs. “Like raw dogging your ass doesn’t count as fucking.”
You grin. “Not in my book.”
In retrospect, maybe it was fate he should’ve avoided entirely. Maybe he should’ve never crossed paths with you at all. And yet, he finds himself drawn to you, specifically, to the space between your legs.
You watch him through the mirror, eyes dark with lust, pussy throbbing as he spits into his hand to slick his cock. He grabs your hips and pushes inside you.
“God—”
“Shut up,” he snaps, thrusting again, loving the way he disappears into you.
“Yes yes yes,” you whimper. “Harder, please— Jesus—” You gasp as he fills you completely.
Suguru pulls your hair back, arm wrapping around your waist as he slams into you harder, faster, and exactly as you asked. You rest your head against his shoulder while he leaves wet kisses along your neck.
“H-holy fuck, you’re doing me so good,” you choke, eyes fluttering as you catch your reflection. “God— fuck!”
“Stop saying that,” he warns.
“Christ—” you moan, nails digging into his arm as sensation floods you.
He keeps pounding into you, one hand on your waist, the other guiding your movements as you clutch the back of his head. You arch into him, meeting his thrusts, and he pushes even deeper.
His grip tightens. One hand slips between your legs, tracing your slit before flicking your clit, then sliding a finger inside.
Suguru rests his chin on your shoulder, eyes locked on your face as expressions flicker. “Feels good, huh?”
“Y-yeah,” you whisper. “Put another finger in.”
“I bet they don’t do it like I do,” he says smugly, adding a second finger.
When your body starts to shudder, he adds a third, stretching you and hitting everything at once.
“They don’t— I— you—” Your words fall apart. He loves that—except when you curse like that. “God damn, Sugu.”
“I said stop it,” he breathes sharply. Stop using God’s name.
You cling to the back of his head, knots tightening low in your stomach as heat floods his face.
“That feels so good— shit,” you mewl, clenching around him. “Sugu—”
“You’re too loud,” he hisses.
He hates that he doesn’t know your favorite color. He hates that he doesn’t know what ice cream you like. But he knows your body well enough to know you’re close.
“Come inside,” you whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel it inside.”
Pleasure crashes over you, stars bursting behind your eyes. All you feel is his breath against your skin, the heat of him as he pulls out, cum spilling down your legs.
It’s ironic how he hates that the only thing he’s learned about you is that you like it rough, and that you’ll never see the gates of heaven. There are many reasons Suguru could find to hate you. But above all, he hates that you’re his favorite sin.
every time suguru touched you during spars until you got the hint
content: 2006!suguru, yearning, strong!gn!reader (has hair), obligatory straddling (i'm just a girl okay), as slowburn as i could get a 1.4k fic
The first time Suguru touched you, he didn’t even mean to. It was like a magnetic pull—invisible, unassuming—that tempted his hand. And it was nothing. Just a quiet brush along your arm to point out the scratch you earned yourself while breaking your fall from a particularly reckless dodge. It didn’t mean anything and he certainly didn’t intend to think about it later when he spotted a leaf stuck to your back. He didn’t mind the first touch. It was nothing.
Yet, he hesitated at the second chance, confused why he even thought about it. Why did he feel like it’d mean something if he reached for you? You and him are… colleagues. Friends? You’d become friends. Still his eyes had lingered on that leaf until a shake of your shoulder dislodged it from the fabric of your shirt.
Something in him stirred as he watched it fall and realized that he had wanted to be the one to brush it off of you.
The second time, Suguru wasn’t so ignorant. He was aware of his indulgence as he clapped you on the shoulder for a spar well-fought. He was out of breath, his defenses a little lowered, the inhibitions falling back just enough. You looked at him with a hint of surprise at the gesture, as one did when they realized a new milestone of friendship was reached. You punched his shoulder in return as you were just as out of breath as he was. Few things in jujutsu sorcery were as satisfying as a well-matched, good-spirited spar.
Suguru almost reached for your fist when it connected to his shoulder, maybe a left-over instinct of just having fought, maybe an urge to prolong the connection it made with him just a little bit. He looked after you only briefly as you excused yourself back to the dorms and calmed himself with a stretching session after.
He started looking forward to your spars. Sparring with Satoru was the kind of challenging he could not quite match, but facing off with you spiked an additional kind of adrenaline in his body. His longing for it only grew, the little extra thrill buzzing in his chest when you came particularly close for a left hook he had trouble dodging.
He made a point of catching your fist then. It hurt a little, the angle was a touch off, but he caught it and he reveled in the feeling of your raw power. The warmth behind it. Your cursed energies pressing against each other in a struggle to come out stronger than the other. You hadn’t expected his sudden move and the surprise showed on your face for only a moment before your features twisted into the wicked grin of a person well-entertained. Both of you knew catching a fist was a stupid move, strategically. It left his hand just as occupied as yours, your knuckles digging into his palms in a way that made him notice your other fist flying at him just a fraction too late.
Suguru landed on the cold hard ground that day, his hand and midriff in equal pains but his chest suspiciously tense. Like it was stretched full of air he had trouble letting go of. It only grew tighter when your hand appeared above his face as he lay on his back, your brows knotted in concern for him. Suguru rarely stayed on the ground, but that day he relished in the sight of your hand freely offered up to him, and he swallowed just a bit at the realization of how far gone he must have been.
He was sure it wasn’t just a fond friendship anymore when he fixed your hair for you. A particularly difficult scuffle had winded your hair around the button of his uniform, forcing your head close to his chest. Standing with his front to your back, it was on him to try and untangle the mess as complaints and pained whines rained from your lips. He’d seen you endure the excruciation of an impaled arm better than you were handling the tugging at your hair. Maybe you were playing it up to hurry him, he wouldn’t put that past you. But standing so close to you without having strong limbs fly at him, he couldn’t bring himself to respond to the urgency.
His fingers trembled. From the fighting, he told himself, surely, as they did after physical exhaustion. But it didn’t explain the timidness of his touch. His awareness of the scent perfuming your hair that he’d never noticed before. It was a little mean of him, the way he enjoyed his fingers wrapping around your hair, sliding along the strands, caressing them with his fingertips. He inspected the knot before he moved any of your hair. To lessen the pain, he thought. Not entirely because he enjoyed the touch so close to your head. He could feel the heat emanating from your body, not quite reaching him, as if teasingly. Giving him just an idea of what it’d feel like against his own. He had to lick his lips because they’d gotten far too dry as he stood there, distracted.
In the end, the tangle was an easy one to undo. Regrettably, even with all his stalling, the moment didn’t last long enough.
The final time, Suguru just got lucky. You’d asked him to practice a new move with you which involved kicking yourself off of a tree trunk and using the jump momentum to swing at him. He used one of his curses to throw you against said tree to increase the difficulty, per your request. Suguru himself needed to train his ability to sense incoming attacks from behind, usually relying too much on his curses instead of cursed energy detection, so this request was perfect. A competitive score-board followed shortly after, keeping track of who could best whom more often while training their signature weaknesses.
It didn’t look good for you. Your move was a lot harder, yet it had taken Suguru no effort at all to rope you into this senseless competition. A fact that kept his lips stretched in a grin every time he managed to block you before you got him.
For hours you hurled yourself at him. The more sluggish your movements became, the more competitive you grew. You wanted to win that last point to tip the scales, but you slipped instead of jumping, flailing through the air. Suguru, by then, understood your timing better than he could sense your energy, but he turned in time all the same. Just in time to catch sight of your face, mid-air, in trouble. Not enough time to dodge the full body slam that knocked you both into the ground.
He slid across the ground a little on his back before coming to a halt, and it took him another moment to realize you had weathered the fall better than him. Amazing, even. Dizzying, maybe. You’d managed to keep upright, landing straddling his abdomen, holding yourself up by means of his chest. You looked just as disoriented as he felt as you hovered above him. He needed multiple moments to process the view. There was a good distance between your upper bodies, but he grew increasingly aware of your warm thighs running up his sides, not to mention your weight on his core. You stared at him as he, for the first time, got lost in your eyes.
He allowed himself the moment of indulgence. You insisted this technically counted as a point for you as he argued you didn’t really get him, though. Challenging you was the easiest thing in the world for him, and the only way he could think to entertain you while he savored your presence a little longer. It lulled him into carelessness. It was an urge so primal, he couldn’t really stop himself.
His thumbs brushed your ankles before he could think better of it. When he realized, he looked at you, and you were already looking back at him in a way that whispered that you’d noticed it wasn’t so innocent anymore. What did it say about you, the fact that you didn’t move despite it? Were you so safe around Suguru you wouldn’t pay any mind to a thing he did, or could you be welcoming his touch? Boldly, his hands wrapped around your ankles, dragging his thumb across your skin. He searched your face for answers but the haughty smirk was back on your lips.
“I totally won this.”
Suguru could only smile then, feeling your warmth against him—the very sensation he’d wondered about for a while, now in his grasp. “No, you didn’t.”
a/n: if you reached this point, know that i made the hair scene hair-type-agnostic bc i have curly hair and AINT NOBODY RUNNING THEIR GRUBBY HANDS THROUGH MY LOCKS
bully!gojo just looooooves to eat you out like im sorryyyyyy
his big hands push the insides of your thighs apart, allowing him access to the juicy goodness that is your body. he doesn't care if you're shaved, bleeding, dirty, nothing is getting between him and your clit.
and he's a real eater, no bullshit. his tongue is fierce the way is lathers you up and down, sucking on your skin until your legs are shaking around his head. his tongue explores your hole, all while his eyes glance up at you, hooded with desire.
he stays down there for what feels like forever, not listening to you when you tell him to stop or try to pull away. you've learnt to just lay there and take it as he steals every orgasm from you, over and over again, until your legs are twitching and your only sounds are whimpers.
when he's done, he pants softly and licks his lips whilst plunging his fingers into you hole that's now so pliant and open and ready. he spends moments admiring it before finally pushing his weeping cock into you.
he has to make sure his good girl is ready for him, doesn't he?
