૮ę°Ëśâ˘ŕź â˘Ëśęąá⥠sex with depressed Suguru!
Smut/Angst?/hurt/comfort/Miserable geto:c
Heâs exhausted in a way sleep canât fix anymore.
The kind where his body keeps moving around because if he stops even for one second, heâll actually have to think.
He exorcising crises. Keeps swallowing them. Pushing himself until his hands shake when he ties heâs hair back.
You woke up at 3 AM and heâs not in bed. Didnât surprise you much because nowadays he certainly wasnât the same man you fell in love with when being introduced to you by Satoru himself.
You find him sitting on the engawa outside, shoulders hunched, hair loose, still in uniform pants, holding one of those disgusting curse orbs in between his long fingers like heâs debating whether he can force himself to swallow another.
The air smelled metallic and wrong from residual cursed energy.
You sit beside him, he doesnât react at first, he doesnât need to. Heâs always aware of you.
You touch his arm softly. âSuguâ
âYou should sleep,â you whisper
a bitter low laugh leaves him. âCanât.â
His voice sounds rough and overused. You notice the pile of empty bottles beside him. The blood on his sleeve that isnât his. And the way he you canât tell heâs trying to keep something in that he just wonât tell you no matter what.
Every curse he absorbs makes him feel more polluted, more detached to humanity, and he canât stop wondering if youâll eventually look at him with fear too.
One night after a mission, he comes back absolutely wrecked. Uniform half open, knuckled bruised, eyes hollow.
You try to help him take his jacket off and suddenly he grabs your wrist, not hard just desperate.
Your eyes go all over his face, recognizing his exhaustion, the panic, the hatred heâs starting to build toward the entire world.
He buries his face against your shoulder and finally admits it in a whisper.
You take a breath trying to see if the words to comfort him were randomly in the air.
âCome rest, babyâ Your voice sounded like honey to his ears
ânoâŚâ You started to feel his own breath warm the side of your neck. His big hands slid up to wrap around your waist, and slowly go down⌠and down. gripping your ass just slightly.
You knew where this was going, slowly you began wrapping your own arms around his neck, moving him just slightly to take a look at your face.
âLetâs go to the bedroom?â you offered with a soft reassuring smile.
He nodded twice desperately but without much expression on his face. With a quiet grunt leaving him he picks you up in his arms and begins carrying you to the room.
He drops you down with that same desperation, but still made sure not to hurt you.
He started placing steady, mouth opened kisses on your neck, then going down to your collarbone. Once your shirt got in the way he furrowed his eyebrows because how dare a shirt separate him from your soft body?
He just ripped it. He didnât had any time nor any patience to take his time on this. Sure he loves you, but having to go slow meant to think. And if you were his formal girlfriend, you had to take care of that raging bulge growing inside his pants no matter what.
You didnât complained either, i mean⌠look at him. look at IT. Easily nine inches long, Two thick veins that add to the pleasure once inside of you. And a deliciously built mushroom tip, making you lose your mind whenever it has some of his pre in it.
And your prayers were answered. You didnât noticed how fast he instantly took all of your clothes off. and now he is currently lowering his boxers.
He liberated that dreamy cock of his with a slight bounce due to how freaking hard it was.
The tip was a mad red, it was at you for making it wait so long.
With his thumb he began rubbing your clit with some frustration while his other hand gave tight, slow strokes on his dick.
After a few seconds of your whimpers he positioned himself in your entrance. Just going in right away. Not more foreplay. Again, he didnât had time for that.
Heâs thrusts were messy. The room was filled in with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass dryly. Your arms were on each one of your sides gripping onto the sheets.
He grabbed one of your legs making it go up to his shoulder to go way deeper inside of you.
He started going fast, and faster. Your tits bouncing and his eyes getting hypnotized by them. At least something was distracting him as he searched for his release.
He quickly started to feel like he was close, picking up his last past action, he again began rubbing your clit perfectly to get you to squeeze his dick.
âthis is⌠this is good really goodâ he grunted once your walls clenched him just right.
He went even impossibly deeper. Hitting your cervix, making your inside sting, he knew that, but right now itâs all about him.
Heâs cock began throbbing matching with your own palpitations as you started to cum.
Your orgasm felt so bland. Not because you were âusedâ to it but it was because he just never really try to think about your spots. And if he did was just because he wanted you to squish his dick. Being honest, you were just his fleshlight.
His cum shot up deep inside of you filling you in like a pastry. You felt the warmness and stickiness of it right away.
He was panting heavily. Hairs sticking up on his forehead from his sweat.
He pulled out slowly, not even bothering to clean you, or him up. He collapsed on his back, pulling a blanket up to cover the both of you and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep almost instantly.
You stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom, it was routine now. You were your own after care.
Thats how sex is with him, constant, but so empty. No need for connection here, just a quick release and some sleep.