ă ⶠă warnings/tags ; fwb! hongjoong headcanons : dom-sub dynamic, dom! hongjoong, masturbation, overstimulation, alcohol, lingerie, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, possessiveness, he eventually falls in love.
Ę ËáČđŒâ note ; first time doing headcanons and I feel itâs kinda long and too much information for headcanons đ buts itâs okay Iâll probably continue with this style if I do it again hihi.
âI CAN HELP YOU, WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR AFTER ALL?â
best friend! hongjoong who is a raging workaholic and stress is overtaking his life leaving him absolutely no time for any romance.
best friend! hongjoong who you visit late hours after midnight at his studio to keep him some company so he wonât burnout.
best friend! hongjoong who is frustrated with the whole situation and opens up to you about it one of those long nights.
best friend! hongjoong who stares at you, utter shock written all over his face as you suggest to âhelp each other outâ so innocently and casually.
best friend! hongjoong who has always imagined you sitting on his cock, eyes closed shut hard and head thrown back, pretending his hand is your pussy.
best friend! hongjoong who accepts the offer with flushed cheeks and cocky grin, a no-feelings contract has just started.
and suddenly your filthy thoughts about him were coming true, only an imagination that became a manifestation for both of you, mouths, hands all over each other. Impatient actions of desire, lust, need, pleasure in between busy lives. The high of adrenaline and any other hormone in your body setting off.
fwb! hongjoong who you go out for a drink with every week and itâs given youâre going to end up ruined a couple hours later.
fwb! hongjoong who likes you best when youâre tipsy : dizzy and playful but oh so obedient.
fwb! hongjoong who canât wait to get tangled up in bed with you every time you both have time, hot breaths between heated kisses.
fwb! hongjoong who puts you through the mattress everytime, taking out all of his pent up feelings for his busy life you.
fwb! hongjoong who loves seeing you in pretty lingerie, admires you like youâre a work of art, fucking you in it and cumming all over to paint his masterpiece.
fwb! hongjoong who whispers in your ear filthy praises : âlook at you taking my cock so fucking good babyâ.
his arms became your comfort and your wreck. Loud moans filling rooms, cars, public bathrooms. You found yourself running to him every single time but oh god didnât he know how to handle you just right, what buttons to press, where to rub, where to caress, where to lick, what to say. You canât lie to yourself, you are so addicted to him itâs becoming a concern that you didnât need, a concern that was promised not to exist but you donât want to run away from, sleeping in his arms and getting your cervix bruised by him being too perfect for your own good.
fwb! hongjoong who started getting extremely needy for you and pussy drunk, you needed to reach your limit for him to stop and get off of you, crying from overstimulation.
fwb! hongjoong who started being more and more passionate during sex, grinding on you, rolling his hips deeper inside you, kissing all over you, moaning and whining more, hands roaming everywhere, wrapping them around your neck tightly and squeezing while kissing the back of your head, your ears, whispering, biting, doing anything to be closer to you.
fwb! hongjoong who started getting extremely possessive over you, not that he hasnât always been.
fwb! hongjoong who adores seeing you in his clothes, smelling his own scent on you, wearing his jewellery. It sets off something territorial deep inside him.
fwb! hongjoong who started finishing inside you every time he got overly jealous to remind you who you belong to but later got obsessed with it and hasnât pulled out once since.
fwb! hongjoong who started thinking a long time ago that you belong together, your presence, your smell, your stuff in his house made him feel domestic over you and he canât shake the feeling. He is so sure he needs to wife you up.
and thatâs how you started getting spoiled, he started taking you out, started to beg you to stay the night or the next one too, maybe the week, the month even. Maybe forever, cause he wanted you forever. He wanted to die inside you a happy man.
ă ⶠă warnings/tags ; fwb! seonghwa headcanons : dom-sub dynamic, dom! seonghwa, bondage, overstimulation, lingerie, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise, possessiveness, oral (f and m rec), deep throating, choking, asphyxiation kink, fwb to lovers.
Ę ËáČđŒâ note ; headcanons are fun to write and a nice filler between my bigger works Iâm having so much fun writing these. Also itâs lowkey super long for headcanons but I think I am allergic to making small fics.
âCOME HERE AND GIVE ME A KISS JAGIYAâ
best friend! seonghwa who has been eye fucking you ever since he met you.
best friend! seonghwa who is overly clingy with you because he always wants to touch you.
best friend! seonghwa who suggests to sleep at his house every night, longing to have your smell around him.
best friend! seonghwa who puts on movies back to back on purpose while snuggling with you on the couch knowing well that youâre going to get sleepy and fall asleep in his arms.
best friend! seonghwa who is so damn attractive you canât help yourself when youâre tipsy, laying in his bed and you two cross the line.
best friend! seonghwa who asks you the next morning while cuddling together if you want this to be a reality between you and you agreed without hesitating.
Now you know your friends were right about the tension in the air between you that you so passionately denied. The sex is a dream of passion, sweat, tears, marks, overwhelming pleasure. Sometimes it feels like you just canât take it anymore, itâs too much, itâs too good, itâs way too heated.
fwb! seonghwa who canât help himself, every time he sees you he practically attacks you with kisses and touches. Especially seeing you in pretty lace that leaves little to the imagination makes him painfully hard.
fwb! seonghwa who ties you up, restrains you and has his way with you. Ropes around your body, handcuffs on your wrists cuffing you to the bed, hands around your neck, your favourite necklace making you asphyxiate and feel dizzy from the pressure.
fwb! seonghwa who knows just how you like it, how to angle his hips to hit the spot that makes you whine, how to make you cry.
fwb! seonghwa who fucks you into oblivion every single time, you never want him to stop.
fwb! seonghwa who is an eater through and through, his tongue working on you so skilfully, making out with your pussy and you always return the favourâŠ
fwb! seonghwa who loves seeing you on your knees, stroking your hair and face, his fingers in your mouth sucking on them. When his dick slides inside your mouth he melts and canât control his hips, face fucking you causing you to gag and tear up.
fwb! seonghwa who adores when you scratch his back and bite him, he loves it intense and animalistic.
His presence became your holy grail. The feeling of his cock inside you, every vein, every thrust hitting your cervix, every time you feel his cum shoot up inside you, warming your womb. His lips on yours moving in perfect sync, on your neck raising goosebumps all over your body and chills down your spine. And besides the overwhelming pleasure he gives you, he is the best person youâve ever met. His embrace, his sensitivity, his voice and laugh became your temple of adoration.
fwb! seonghwa who loves your smell and hides his face in your neck and hair, smelling the pillow you slept on just to have you in his nose, it makes him so horny.
fwb! seonghwa who loves sleeping while cuddling you so he can touch you, groping you and kissing you everywhere, resting his head on the plush of your boobs and his hands on your ass.
fwb! seonghwa who canât resist you and starts eating you out hungrily in your sleep, loving it when you wake up with soft moans and your hands moving to his hair, pulling.
fwb! seonghwa who never stops kissing you, addicted to your lips. Making out with you on his lap is his favorite part of the day, his dick twitching in his pants and nudging your clit.
fwb! seonghwa who loves cumming inside you, heâs just in love with the idea of you full of him to the brim and leaking, he could cum again at the sight of it.
fwb! seonghwa who gets off at your pleasure, seeing your face scrunch up, mouth falling open, brows furrowing and pretty sounds of his name spilling out of you.
you became his obsession, his addiction, his greatest love. The time he spent between your legs turning into quality time that reminded more of a couple than two friends that casually fuck. But he never promised anything about his feelings and neither did you so what could he blame? He just needed you and he would get you.
fwb! seonghwa who started being obvious about you two, not able to contain his need for you anymore.
fwb! seonghwa who hugs you in front of everyone, getting possessive over you.
fwb! seonghwa who gets jealous everytime a guy even dares to think he can have you and becomes tense, clinging to your side.
fwb! seonghwa who fucks it into you : âyouâre only mine baby, only I can be inside this pussy.â
fwb! seonghwa who blurts out between moans while having you folded in a matting press, legs resting on his broad shoulders : âI love you so much babyâ.
fwb! seonghwa who cums inside you hard once you say it back in a breathy, whimpery tone : âfuck⊠I love you too hwaâ.
that night you both couldnât sleep, the desire you had for each other overpowering the overstimulation and exhaustion your bodies felt. The morning after, you woke up cuddled up onto him and just by looking at each other you both knew there was no need for talking, you were meant to be.
Nanami wouldâve never agreed to being a friends with benefits. He didnât believe in just casual sex. But when the person suggesting it was you, he couldnât help but agree.
He knew you only saw him as a friend and he was prepared to take his feelings to the grave. But when a slightly tipsy you came onto him one night, he let himself be dragged away to the bedroom. Then when you asked him if this could be a regular thing, casual sex, he nodded in agreement. Maybe this was a chance for you to see him in a different light. He could show you the kind of man he was.
So he made love to you, every time you texted him a âyou up?â He caressed you gently, kissed you passionately. And of course his aftercare was impeccable. He carried you to the bath he prepared, gently washed your body and hair, dried you up before carrying you back to bed and holding you in his arms while sleep overcame the two of you. In the morning, he would be up before you, making breakfast in the kitchen, hoping that this domestic scene would light a flame in your heart.
You noticed of course. Well not that he had feelings for you, but you noticed your own feelings for him growing, and it scared you. So you called him over one night and decided to end things.
âI think we should stop this now. I know I was the one who brought it up in the first place⊠but I think this was a mistakeâŠâ You said, refusing to look him in the eye.
âA mistake? Did I do something wrong? If you told me, I could fix it.â worry was written all over his face. Could he not change your mind? He was in too deep now to just bury his feelings for you.
âNo no! You did nothing wrong, in fact you were perfect.. itâs just, Iâm the problem I guess..â It was silent for a bit. âI.. I think Iâm starting to like you. More than a friend. And I know we agreed that this was just casual and I donât want you to feel uncomfortable or burden you with my feelings. Iâd like it if we could stay friends, but I completely understand if you donât want to.â you confess, already prepared for rejection, but when you looked up, he was smiling at you affectionately.
âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting to hear those words.â He chuckled while you stared at him in pure confusion. âI love you y/n. I have for a long time now. I only agreed to this arrangement because it was you asking me and I could never say no to you.â
"W-what? How long is a long time? Then when-" He shut you up with a kiss and you melted in his arms.
** I didn't know how to end this so this is it haha
â â â â â â â â â mr. no relationship satoru
â â â â fem! reader x situationship! gojo , angst, suggestive content, cursing, gojo is toxic (boooo)
âą đđ đđđđŸđ: i know im gonna make some people tingle with this cliff hanger but it adds drama if u get what i mean⊠universal experience to all us pretty girls and a RATTY TOXIC MAN. if u want a pt2 lmk to tag u in the comments :3
Nanami wouldâve never agreed to being a friends with benefits. He didnât believe in just casual sex. But when the person suggesting it was you, he couldnât help but agree.
He knew you only saw him as a friend and he was prepared to take his feelings to the grave. But when a slightly tipsy you came onto him one night, he let himself be dragged away to the bedroom. Then when you asked him if this could be a regular thing, casual sex, he nodded in agreement. Maybe this was a chance for you to see him in a different light. He could show you the kind of man he was.
So he made love to you, every time you texted him a âyou up?â He caressed you gently, kissed you passionately. And of course his aftercare was impeccable. He carried you to the bath he prepared, gently washed your body and hair, dried you up before carrying you back to bed and holding you in his arms while sleep overcame the two of you. In the morning, he would be up before you, making breakfast in the kitchen, hoping that this domestic scene would light a flame in your heart.
You noticed of course. Well not that he had feelings for you, but you noticed your own feelings for him growing, and it scared you. So you called him over one night and decided to end things.
âI think we should stop this now. I know I was the one who brought it up in the first place⊠but I think this was a mistakeâŠâ You said, refusing to look him in the eye.
âA mistake? Did I do something wrong? If you told me, I could fix it.â worry was written all over his face. Could he not change your mind? He was in too deep now to just bury his feelings for you.
âNo no! You did nothing wrong, in fact you were perfect.. itâs just, Iâm the problem I guess..â It was silent for a bit. âI.. I think Iâm starting to like you. More than a friend. And I know we agreed that this was just casual and I donât want you to feel uncomfortable or burden you with my feelings. Iâd like it if we could stay friends, but I completely understand if you donât want to.â you confess, already prepared for rejection, but when you looked up, he was smiling at you affectionately.
âYou donât know how long Iâve been waiting to hear those words.â He chuckled while you stared at him in pure confusion. âI love you y/n. I have for a long time now. I only agreed to this arrangement because it was you asking me and I could never say no to you.â
"W-what? How long is a long time? Then when-" He shut you up with a kiss and you melted in his arms.
** I didn't know how to end this so this is it haha
Suguru loves two people more than anything - you, and Satoru Gojo.
You're his girlfriend, and Satoru is his best friend, but fuck if you and Gojo don't just constantly fight. Bickering like an old married couple, the more you stay over, the more you both argue, especially when you dipped into Satoru's Mochi stash.
Suguru thought he may just fucking lose it if the two of you don't start getting along, it's not like Satoru has ever asked him to leave you, no, it's more Satoru threatens to actually kill you. And your mean little ass gets off on it, giggling like a psycho every time you get him madder.
"You're such a little brat," Satoru grumbles today, looking at the expensive ass shirt you have on. "That's mine!?"
"It looks good on me," you tease, tapping Suguru's chin and leaning up to kiss him, your thighs and half your damn ass hanging out, making Satoru ache.
He can't stand you.
"You are trying to piss me off, Suguru tell her to fucking take it off," Suguru sighs then, tilting your chin up, smirking.
"Take it off, Princess."
"Thank you - ah!? Right here!?" You slip the shirt right off over your head, leaving you in just a pair of slutty lil boyshorts, smiling at Satoru as you toss it. "You're..."
"There, you have your shirt back," you sigh as Suguru cups your pretty tits in his hands, tugging your bqack against him, Satoru's cheeks flush a bright pink as his gaze trails to where he's gripping. "Is that better, Toru?"
"Don't call me that..." He's throbbing, leaking pre against his boxers, shirt crumpling up in his hand. "I can't stand you."
"I know," you moan when Suguru kisses down the side of your neck, peeking over at Gojo. "Sugu..."
"Why don't you two try to get along?" He says, like he always does, but this time - it's just a little different.
"I'll never get along with your menace of a fucking girlfriend," Satoru crosses his arms, looking away, when Suguru's next words fuck him up.
"Why don't you let her make it up to you? You can, right Princess?" You gasp, looking back at him now, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. "Why don't you use that perfect mouth, he clearly is tense."
Satoru says nothing - utterly dumbfounded as you, when you look into Gojo's dazed, lidded eyes. "He wouldn't want that."
"Yeah I wouldn't... um..." Suguru chuckles against your neck.
"I want you both to get along, but if you don't want her mouth on your cock, then-"
"Wait, wait!?"
He's damn near flapping his arms, Suguru hardly holds in his laughter, raising a brow.
"I mean... we could if... I..."
Somehow Satoru ends up in his bed with you bent over, tongue lapping along the underside of his cock, trailing a vein as Suguru sits in the chair, palming his already hard cock. Satoru's eyes betray everything he says out loud, blue eyes darting to your face, brushing your hair back as he watches your tongue swirl right along his tip.
Fuck you're pretty.
He almost babbles it when your tongue scoops out some of that leaking white, eyes glaring right at him, even as you nip his tip with your teeth, making him yank your hair hard.
"Fuckin' brat," he grumbles, you're laughing softly, kissing it instead, he could almost bust from that, hands trembling. "Don't let her bite me, Suguru, fuck."
"Princess," you are so wet Suguru can see it, dripping from your puffy lips. "Show him how good you can be."
"Yes, daddy," Satoru rolls his eyes at that, scoffing - not like he'd ever want you to call him that!?
Right?
No way.
You start really sucking him, slurping him all up, letting him fuck up into your throat with messy, filthy lil strokes, the sounds of you choking on him just urging him more, all while Suguru strokes his own cock. The sight of you swallowing his friend had him pulsing, his veins pressed up, so hard it hurts.
"F-fuck... you're so pretty like - I mean!? You're okay at - ah! It..." Suguru snorts, leaning back further as Satoru's half ass praise has your pussy dripping down his sheets.
"She loves praise, keep goin' hmm?" Satoru lets out a shaky breath, hand gripping your hair at the base of your neck, his other slipping across your bare shoulder, sliding down the side of your neck.
"Doin' such a good job, shit..." He whispers, feeling your moan vibrate around his length, tightening right up. "Feels s'good and... there, fuck you're..."
He's whimpering.
Satoru hates you more for whatever it is you're doing to his cock, sucking him so hard he almost busts, tugging you up instead. You press him back when he tries to flip you over, straddling him with your hands on his chest, leaning low, seeing his snowy lashes all lowered, he's so goddamn needy right now, feeling your slick along him.
"Open, Toru," you tease, he glares, but does just that - opening so you can spit a trail of saliva right in his mouth, landing on his tongue.
Satoru may be in love with his best friend's psychotic girlfriend.
"Good boy," you feel his cock twitch, leaning down and sliding it, letting Suguru watch the sight of his best friend's cock slipping into his girlfriend's pretty cunt.
"Fuck..." That's Satoru and Suguru, when you slam right down on it, making him cry out as he swallows your spit down his throat, his hands right on your waist, your cunt is so fucking tight wrapping him, tip already snug on that puffy cervix.
He could cum if you move.
He pins you down, leaning up and kissing up your chest, teeth nipping your skin, your nails dig into his shoulders, body trembling as you try to take control, but he's wrapping your waist, pinning you down.
"Let me move," you cry out when he uses his muscles to hold you there, pulsing right in your cervix, peeking at Suguru, seeing how thick his cock is right now, making you even wetter. "Don't you wanna come here, Sugu?"
"I wanna watch you two make up," his lips twitch as he sees the filthy sight of your slick dripping down his best friend's balls. "Let me see you make her cum, Satoru - or you won't get to fuck her again."
This could happen again!?
Satoru almost panics at how fucking excited he is, holding it in and leaning back, raising you up and down by the fat of your ass, landing in a filthy, wet smack, your whines escaping your throat as you cling to his chest. "I'll make her cum, Suguru."
Satoru does make you cum, fucking you from one orgasm into another, flipping you over and arching your back, yanking both your arms behind you as he pins your wrists right behind your back, leaving you momentarily under his control, though he knows your crazy ass will have him whining out again.
"Grippy socks, grippy pussy," you gasp, opening your mouth to yell at him just to get your cunt pounded, dizzy from how mean his fat cock is bullying your tacky little walls. "It's true."
"You dick, w-was a few days there," he slams deep, making you arch more. "Sugu, tell him to be nice."
"I love her grippy socks," Suguru's words have you both laughing softly, as Suguru's stroking his cock faster, Satoru pounding you into that mattress like he indeed could fuck every frustration out on your cunt. "Play with her clit, Satoru."
Satoru releases your wrists and leans over you with a hand braced on the bed, his hand reaching around to rub circles on your neglected little clit, the first time he's even touched your cunt. You were so damn wet from sucking him and having Suguru watch, he hadn't had to get you ready.
"Slutty lil brat," he murmurs in your ear, as your head falls back, and he's running meaner circles. "Gonna cum for your boyfriend, gonna have me pump you full and him eat it out of you?"
"Y-you're the slut," you bite out, right before you shatter around him, cunt just clamping right down, as that orgasm fucking wrecks you.
"Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight," Satoru groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, about to bust right with you with how you're milking his cock. "You like that, don't you? Cummin' on my cock while your boyfriend watches?"
Your only response is a series of incoherent whimpers, ones you'll regret later when this little menace makes fun of you, but you're too fucked out to care.
If this was hate sex, you were here for it.
"Too much, sh-shit," you mumble as he continues toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers. "Sensitive!"
"Awww, are you crying?" He's chuckling at your tears, when Suguru clicks his tongue.
"Satoru..."
"Sorry, fuck," Suguru's strokes become faster right along with Satoru's thrusts in your loud, messy hole, eyeing the way Satoru's glistening cock disappears into your swollen folds easier and easier, the way your back arches for more, until you're both babbling.
"F-fuck..." Suguru busts his hot, sticky load into his own hand, thick ropes of his release coating his fingers and palm as Satoru cums right with him, filling up your pussy and whimpering your name over and over.
It shows everything he thought.
Satoru didn't hate you, he just really wanted to fuck you.
"God, f-fuck you're so... felt so perfect and..." He's crying out as you laugh, making Satoru glare again. "Psychotic, I swear..."
"You love psychotic pussy," you giggle as he pulls out, and Suguru walks over, tilting your chin up, swiping drool off the corner of your lip. "Hi, Sugu."
"Hi baby," Satoru's gripping your waist, pulling out with a filthy pop, as you eagerly suck the mess Suguru made of his hands off his fingers, and Satoru watches the mess your cunt is, gooey white just drippin' right out and down on his own bed.
"Wasting all this? Tsk," he gathers it and slips it back in your cunt, making you lashes flutter closed as Suguru's fingers slide in your throat, choking you, letting you lap the salty white release off.
"Will you two get along now?" Suguru asks quietly. "Or do I need to fuck Satoru's cum in your cunt, and fill you with mine? Make him eat both loads out?"
"I like that idea," you giggle, expecting an argument, but Satoru likes that idea even more than you do.
Suguru is a master at getting people to make up <3
*****
this was an idea in my comments for cuck sugu (@vamqyx) hehe, this rly is filthyyy help
SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.
Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldnât hide how much you needed him.
âHarder..â you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. âYeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?â You could only moan in response.
He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. âWhatâs the magic word?â He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.
âP-please.â You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.
âYou like that, hm?â His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. âFuck, yes..â you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.
He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. âSuch a fucking whore.â
His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. âYou close?â He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.
You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. âBeg for it, doll.â
âPlease,â you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. âPlease what?â He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.
âPlease.. please fuck me.â You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. âGood girl, that wasnât so hard, hm?â
He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.
His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.
The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.
He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. âDidnât think you could be such a slut.â
âïž pairings: frat vice president!nanami x f!reader
âïž vice president of sigma phi tau, nanami kento is widely known on campus as âmr. no bullshit,â âmr. 5.0,â âmr. 4x deans/presidents list.â at first, it came as a shock when nanami pledged phi tau. everyone was talking about him, but he shot that down immediately because he does not play about his reputation.
he holds himself accountable for every single thing, and he isn't very fond of being sloppy drunk. too many variables in the equation could equal making a fool of himself. that is until he finds himself belligerently drunk one night, (note to self: DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT WITH NAOYA ZENIN, he WILL make you drink) and tangled up in the sheets with a certain mystery girl.
( 18+ mdni ) suguru missed you. now heâs splitting you open and filling you up âtil you cry.
âyouâre shaking already.â
his voice is breathless, hot against your ear, thick with satisfaction as his hips slam down into you againâ louder this time, messier, so deep you choke on a cry as your nails curl into the sheets. suguru grunts, sweat dripping from his chest onto your breasts, his pace relentless, like heâs trying to fuck you into the damn mattress.
âsâcute,â he pants, breath catching in his throat. âtwo minutes in and youâre already twitchinâ. you miss me that bad, baby?â
he knows the answer. your bodyâs screaming itâ legs thrown over his shoulders, hips arched up, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust. heâs been gone for two weeks, and now heâs back in your bed, fucking you like he needs to remind you who you belong to. his cock is thick, fat, dragging through your walls like itâs trying to carve itself into your body, stamp his shape into your guts, make sure no one ever forgets youâre his.
âmissed this fuckinâ pussy,â he growls, one hand gripping your waist like a vice, the other sliding up to grab your throat, thumb pressing lightly on your pulse. âso wet for me. so needy. canât even think straight, huh?â
your eyes are rolled back. your lips parted in a silent moan. the bed creaks under both your bodies, headboard slamming against the wall with every punishing thrust, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room, wet and obscene.
suguru pulls back slightly, chest heaving, and stares.
stares at your wrecked expression. at the tears in your lashes. at the way your tits bounce under you and your mouth stays open like youâve forgotten how to close it. his hips snap forward againâ harderâ and he watches your jaw slacken further, tongue twitching.
âlook at you,â he murmurs, voice wrecked. âall fucked out already. that pretty little brain of yours gone already?â
you whimper, nodding, and he laughs.
âfuckinâ knew it.â
he drops your legs suddenly, making you yelp at the impact, flips you over like you weigh nothing, and shoves your face into the pillow. your ass is in the air before you can catch your breath, cunt glistening, messy and pulsingâ and suguru groans at the sight, dragging his fingers between your folds before slapping your pussy once, just to watch you jolt.
âyou feel that?â he mutters, spreading you open with both thumbs, his cock nudging at your entrance again. âfeel how fuckinâ sloppy you are?â
you canât answer. your mouth is open, panting, tears starting to gather from the pressure building in your gut. but he doesnât care. he knows.
and when he slams back inâ raw, thick, brutalâ you sob into the sheets, hips jerking, body locking up at the sudden stretch.
âohhh, there she is,â he purrs, leaning over you, letting his chest press down slick against your back. âmy dumb little toy. lettinâ me ruin you the second i get home. didnât even let you breathe first.â
heâs fucking into you hard now. fast. relentless. his cock abusing your walls, kissing your cervix with every stroke, the wet squelch of your pussy growing louder and louder as he splits you open all over again.
his hand finds your hair, yanks your head back until your mouth falls open in a gaspâ and he spits. slow, messy, right on your tongue.
âswallow it,â he growls. âlike a good fuckinâ girl.â
you do. instantly. and he groans.
âgod, youâre fuckinâ made for this,â he pants, rutting into you now with enough force to make the bed rock. âmade to be used. made to take my dick. made to cum on command.â
and like clockwork, your body obeysâ walls fluttering, pussy clenching, thighs shaking uncontrollably as your orgasm rips through you. it hits hard. hot tears stream down your cheeks as your vision blurs, body seizing, moans slurred into the mattress.
âyou cumming again?â he sneers. âalready? greedy little thing. squirt for me.â
you do. you canât not.
your body shakes as you gush around him, slick soaking his cock, dripping down your thighs. and suguru moansâ loud, chest heaving as he fucks you through it, never letting up.
âthatâs it. give it to me. fuckâ iâm gonna cum, baby. gonna fill you up. make sure you remember what this dick feels like.â
he grabs your hips, drags you back on his cock, and fucks you like he means it. deep, punishing strokes, heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt as he chases his own high.
âgonna put a baby in you,â he hisses, voice ragged. âpump you so full youâre dripping for days. let everyone see who owns this pussy.â
you sob. nod. whine.
and then you feel itâ his cock twitching, thick spurts of cum flooding your cunt as he buries himself to the hilt and groans through his teeth, hips jerking with every pulse.
you both collapse, sticky and shaking, his cum leaking out of you slow and hot.
but before you can even catch your breath, heâs rolling you onto your back again, sliding his hand down your ruined pussy.
âdonât pass out yet, baby,â he murmurs, licking into your jaw. âiâm not fuckinâ done.â
