[gumikang]

‎ 𝒮𝒜𝒟𝐼𝐸 she ╱ they eighteen i write for fun

[gumikang]

suguru hates your guts so he rearranges them instead 

“just know that i still fucking hate you,” suguru hisses through clenched teeth as he pounds into your thoroughly abused cunt. “you’re just more bearable when you’re being fucked dumb on my cock.” 

you clench around his cock at his harsh words, enjoying the way he’s degrading you like this. suguru’s going hard on purpose with the intent of bruising your tender walls and leaving marks on your hips that will last for days. the strength of his hands on your hips leave a message that he’s determined to mark you from the inside out. he delivers a rather deep thrust, brushing your most sensitive spot and coaxing a sweet moan to escape your lips. 

“if it m-makes you feel better,” you snap, using the bits of pride left in you. you look up at his chiseled face, trying to ignore the way his long stygian hair tickles your cheeks. “i still h-hate you to— ah!” 

wrong. if you really hated him, your pretty pussy wouldn’t be clamping down on his massive dick like it’s scared he’ll leave. 

you’re cut off by a calloused hand grabbing your throat, threatening to tighten. “shut up.” he growls, thrusts becoming meaner than before. he’s enjoying it too— the way your face morphs in pure pleasure. all because of him, the sorcerer you swear you hate. “shut the fuck up and take my cock. that’s your only purpose right now.” 

you feel the tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. “it’s not f-fair!” you pout, bottom lip protruding so sweetly it makes suguru shudder. “s’not my f-fault you’re being s-so mean and going s-so fast!” 

his bicep flexes and his hand adjusts his grip, reminding you that he could crush you right then and there if he really wanted to. but he doesn’t—  because you’re much better writhing underneath his touch. 

“open your fucking mouth.” suguru commands, the hand on your throat reaching up to swipe your lip with his thumb. your lips part almost fervently as if you’re excited for what’s next. “that’s my good girl, i could get used to you like this. desperate and falling apart on my dick.” 

he spits in your mouth, watching the spittle slide down your tongue. you swallow immediately, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. if only you could stay like this forever— all needy and pliant because your pussy’s stuffed full with his cock. 

fuck, you feel so good. the way your tight walls spasm and clench around his girth almost makes him forget that he hates you in the first place. the same goes for you— you can hardly think when the fat tip of his cock is grinding against your g-spot and bumping against your cervix with every thrust. 

suguru’s pace begins to slow down as they’re replaced with slow, merciless thrusts . his hand moves down from your hip to flick your swollen clit, inciting a cry from you. “i think,” he begins, thrusting a little harder to make your eyes roll back. “we should try getting along better after this little… session.” 

“b-but— nghh!“ you whine but are immediately cut off by cruel thrust that bullies your cervix. 

“no buts.” suguru states, pumping his cock into your cute cunt a few more times until you cum all over his cock. your legs lock around his waist, pulling him into you. he releases his spend inside of you, grateful that his cock is keeping it all plugged up in your pussy. 

you think you’re imagining things when he presses his lips against yours sloppily, capturing your tongue and savoring the way you whimper. as he pulls away, there’s a stringy strand of saliva connecting your tongues obscenely. suguru looks down and notices some of his cum trickling out of you, hole too tiny to hold it all. 

he picks the leaking fluids up with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth. you accept, tasting the milky liquid on your tongue. he licks his lips at the sight displayed in front of him— from the way your eyes are cloudy with lust to the way your pussy is still wrapped around his length. at that moment, you feel how his cock has suddenly twitched back to life. 

“i may hate your guts, sweetheart,” he coos, thumb caressing your cheek. “but i’d be lying if i said i hate rearranging them.”

first work let it marinate for a bit oki 🧘‍♀️ © gumikang

[gumikang]

suguru hates your guts so he rearranges them instead 

“just know that i still fucking hate you,” suguru hisses through clenched teeth as he pounds into your thoroughly abused cunt. “you’re just more bearable when you’re being fucked dumb on my cock.” 

you clench around his cock at his harsh words, enjoying the way he’s degrading you like this. suguru’s going hard on purpose with the intent of bruising your tender walls and leaving marks on your hips that will last for days. the strength of his hands on your hips leave a message that he’s determined to mark you from the inside out. he delivers a rather deep thrust, brushing your most sensitive spot and coaxing a sweet moan to escape your lips. 

“if it m-makes you feel better,” you snap, using the bits of pride left in you. you look up at his chiseled face, trying to ignore the way his long stygian hair tickles your cheeks. “i still h-hate you to— ah!” 

wrong. if you really hated him, your pretty pussy wouldn’t be clamping down on his massive dick like it’s scared he’ll leave. 

you’re cut off by a calloused hand grabbing your throat, threatening to tighten. “shut up.” he growls, thrusts becoming meaner than before. he’s enjoying it too— the way your face morphs in pure pleasure. all because of him, the sorcerer you swear you hate. “shut the fuck up and take my cock. that’s your only purpose right now.” 

you feel the tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes. “it’s not f-fair!” you pout, bottom lip protruding so sweetly it makes suguru shudder. “s’not my f-fault you’re being s-so mean and going s-so fast!” 

his bicep flexes and his hand adjusts his grip, reminding you that he could crush you right then and there if he really wanted to. but he doesn’t—  because you’re much better writhing underneath his touch. 

“open your fucking mouth.” suguru commands, the hand on your throat reaching up to swipe your lip with his thumb. your lips part almost fervently as if you’re excited for what’s next. “that’s my good girl, i could get used to you like this. desperate and falling apart on my dick.” 

he spits in your mouth, watching the spittle slide down your tongue. you swallow immediately, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. if only you could stay like this forever— all needy and pliant because your pussy’s stuffed full with his cock. 

fuck, you feel so good. the way your tight walls spasm and clench around his girth almost makes him forget that he hates you in the first place. the same goes for you— you can hardly think when the fat tip of his cock is grinding against your g-spot and bumping against your cervix with every thrust. 

suguru’s pace begins to slow down as they’re replaced with slow, merciless thrusts . his hand moves down from your hip to flick your swollen clit, inciting a cry from you. “i think,” he begins, thrusting a little harder to make your eyes roll back. “we should try getting along better after this little… session.” 

“b-but— nghh!“ you whine but are immediately cut off by cruel thrust that bullies your cervix. 

“no buts.” suguru states, pumping his cock into your cute cunt a few more times until you cum all over his cock. your legs lock around his waist, pulling him into you. he releases his spend inside of you, grateful that his cock is keeping it all plugged up in your pussy. 

you think you’re imagining things when he presses his lips against yours sloppily, capturing your tongue and savoring the way you whimper. as he pulls away, there’s a stringy strand of saliva connecting your tongues obscenely. suguru looks down and notices some of his cum trickling out of you, hole too tiny to hold it all. 

he picks the leaking fluids up with his fingers, bringing it to your mouth. you accept, tasting the milky liquid on your tongue. he licks his lips at the sight displayed in front of him— from the way your eyes are cloudy with lust to the way your pussy is still wrapped around his length. at that moment, you feel how his cock has suddenly twitched back to life. 

“i may hate your guts, sweetheart,” he coos, thumb caressing your cheek. “but i’d be lying if i said i hate rearranging them.”

first work let it marinate for a bit oki 🧘‍♀️ © gumikang