+18, mdni, slight perv!suo, slight age-gap, general suo-shaped weirdness
senpai kink!suo who's always had a thing for older women, liked the way they held themselves, liked how they (for the most part) knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it (or take it). it's not like he'd ever had an objection to girls his own age (of which there were many in his illustrious high school career as boufuurin's right hand man) -- he liked their sweetness, their wide-eyed innocence, they way they blushed and swooned (so easily manipulated, sweet little dolls).
senpai kink!suo who's quite literally smitten the first time he sets eyes on you, halfway across campus during the first week of college, and you're gorgeous, the kind of pretty that sets his stomach spinning inside him, makes his palms go tacky (though he'd never, ever admit it out loud), makes his cock kick in his pants as he leans over to the guy next to him and asks -- "hey, who's that?"
the guy (suo's forgotten his name already) glances over in your direction before letting out a low whistle.
"oh her? she's the campus flower, two years above us so you don't stand a chance, dude -- she doesn't go for younger dudes -- god, but she's so hot, highlights don't look good on a lot of chicks but on her --"
suo frowns, shaking his head, "no no no, not that one, the one right next to her --"
the guy pauses, "oh -- uh... i think that's her friend -- they're always together but uh..." the guy glances back at suo before shrugging and telling him your name.
suo mouths it with barely masked reverence, adjusting the straps on his backpack.
"thanks," he says, without ever taking his eyes off you. he sets off across the quad, ignoring the guy's frantic shout of -- "s-suo?! wh-what're you doing?!"
he almost rolls his eyes -- isn't it obvious? he's going to talk to you.
senpai kink!suo who is not shy (and it's a little shocking at first, but refreshing too) when he walks up to you and introduces himself, who has zero compunction calling you senpai with that voice of his, all half-moon eyes and a trickster's smile, cocking his head as he asks you if you'd be willing to give him a tour of the campus bc he's just a lost little freshman who started a week ago (although everyone knows that the welcoming committee actually does a pretty decent job of showing everyone around).
you agree, because of course you do, though it jars your friend a little when suo barely glances at her before asking for your number (she's not used to being ignored, that one).
senpai kink!suo who stands just a little too close to you in the cafe checkout line, smiling so sweetly when you ask him about his classes (god, what he wouldn't do to bend you over any of these cafeteria tables and fuck you till you cried), tells you about his classes, is the perfect gentleman (bc of course he is), holds the door for you, asks you about your major ("uwahh... senpai must be so smart!"), compliments you just to bask in the sunset rush of your blush.
senpai kink!suo who does not miss the way your eyes linger on him every time he excuses himself, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly, as if you're confused as to why he's showing you so much attention, who slams the door on his own dorm room, not bothering to lock it before he's shoving a hand passed the waistband of his pants and gripping his already throbbing cock, a choked moan ripping out of him as he ruts into his own fist.
he pictures you, your pretty lips glossed to a shine, your big, bright eyes, the way you'd looked just a little confused as he walked away. it takes him no time at all to spill all over the insides of his freshly laundered slacks.
"well..." he sighs, staring with a near academic interest down at the cum dripping down the back of his hand, smeared across his palm.
"this should be interesting."
senpai kink!suo who just so happens to bump into you outside your first lecture of the day, asking if you'd like coffee, who somehow is at your favorite bar the following friday night laughing with a few of his freshman classmates. who "doesn't even notice" when you come in with your friend (you know, the super pretty one everyone on campus is obsessed with) and post up at the bar.
"here, from the gentleman over there," the bartender says, sliding a perfectly made strawberry daiquiri in front of you as you stare, nonplussed, at the drink, before twisting around to look in the direction the bartender had been pointing at, only to spot suo, who grins and raises his own half-finished wine glass.
you blush and take a sip, even as your friend frowns slightly (she's usually the one getting free drinks).
across the bar, suo carefully runs his thumb along the rim of his glass and turns back to his classmates, who are all lamenting that the bartender had given the drink to the wrong girl.
(suo had made doubly sure he hadn't.)
senpai kink!suo who lingers behind just a bit longer, waits for your friend to leave before he slides into the seat next to you with his empty wine glass.
"did you like your drink, senpai?" he asks.
you startle very slightly before flushing; suo swallows back a groan.
he's fucked.
you nod, lashes fluttering as you look back down at your nearly empty cocktail glass.
"yes -- how... how did you know i'd like daiquiri's?"
suo makes a soft noise, tipping his nose at the bartender as the man reaches over to fill suo's glass with some more wine. he swirls the dark liquid round once before holding the glass up to his nose and taking a whiff.
"lucky guess," he says, voice light with laughter as he offers the glass to you, "this is one of my favorite wines -- i was surprised to find it on the wine list here."
you blink at him for a moment longer before tentatively leaning forward to sniff at the wine too. it's round and full-bodied, smelling of tanins and oak. you pull back with a smile.
"smells good!"
suo watches with amber-shot eyes, framed in enviably long lashes, "would you like a sip?"
his voice dips, whiskey-deep, low and warm and coaxing. you feel your breath hitch in your chest as if caught there by the sound of his voice, and for a second, you wonder why it sounds like he's asking you something else entirely.
you swallow before nodding, reaching forward to take the glass. your fingers brush, the tiny slip of contact sending sparks sizzling up the length of your arm.
you take a sip of the wine, your eyes caught in the net of his enamored gaze, and suo thinks himself a lost man. he licks his lips as you pull the glass away, the dark of the wine staining your lips even as you purse them to clear the last remnants away.
his stomach clenches with heat even as he offers you a bright smile and takes back his glass. surreptitiously, he spins the glass all the way around to press his lips to where yours had just been, tips the glass back, and drinks.
senpai kink!suo who is ever the gentleman, takes his time with you, walks you home after the bar, buys you coffee in the mornings, jokes with you in the elevator of the university library, buys you drinks at the local bar till his presence in your life is more a given than a variable. who, finally, after months of carefully insinuating himself into your life, finds himself sitting next to you on your apartment couch, your best friend (and roommate, suo had found out to his immense dismay) thankfully gone for the night to some party or other.
you're telling him something about this professor or that, and the slow realization that he's tipping forward, his lips hovering an inch above yours comes as a shock to you both.
"s-suo-kun?" your voice is soft, spun sweet as cotton candy.
suo lets out a shaky breath, "senpai... can i?"
you stare up at him, eyes searching his (fruitless) for the answer to a question he himself has never needed to ask (are you sure? -- fuck yes, of course he's sure, he's never been more sure of anything else in his entire fucking life).
you give a tiny little nod, and then -- he's drowning, drowning in the press of your delicate lips on his, drowning in the taste of your tongue as you gasp open for him and he feels himself pouring into the heat of your mouth, drowning in the dizzying noises you're making at the back of your throat, and the drag of your fingers as they curl in his hair, at the fit of his palms on your hips as he hoists you onto his lap and groans at the friction of your clothed cunt over his already hard cock.
you give a tiny squeak at the feeling, heat washing into your cheeks as you try to pull away.
"no -- no, no, no -- senpai, please --" suo's never been one to beg, but he's not above it (he's not above anything when it comes to you), "i've wanted this for so long -- please --" he says again, looking up at you with imploring eyes. and he thinks he must look drunk, something wretched with the way you're staring down at him, that tiny furrow between your brows.
"y-you... you have?" you ask, sounding genuinely surprised, though you make no move to pull away, and something inside of suo loosens ever so slightly. he leans forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
"yes -- every since the first day i saw you -- god --" even his voice sounds bedraggled, nothing like his usual, carefully curated brightness. he digs his fingers into the plush of your hips, surreptitiously rocking you down over his lap. you let out a tiny keen and it takes everything inside him not to shove you back and pin you beneath him.
"suo-kun... i --" you let out a small, incredulous laugh before it melts into a gasp as he rolls his hips up into yours.
"are you really surprised, senpai?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled against your skin as he continues to rock you down over him, slowly, steadily, reveling in the abortive hitches in your breath as you clutch at his shoulders, head tipping back. "that i'd want you this badly? that i couldn't think of anyone -- anything else?"
he lifts his head to watch you, eyes hungry as he takes in the slackened expression of pleasure painted so clearly across your face. he nearly keens at the thought, letting his fingers trail down your thighs till they creep beneath the hem of your skirt to tease at your thighs. he feels you tense, but a moment later, you're looking back down at him with a crystalizing want in the sharp light of your eyes and suo feels himself shiver.
"c'mon --" you say, shimmying off his lap and jerking your head towards the bedroom door. suo stares for half a second before jolting up to join you, lacing his fingers between yours.
senpai kink!suo who nearly blacks out the second he's actually got you beneath him, his cheek pillowed on the silken skin of your thigh as he teases at your sodden folds with his fingers. he groans, kissing his way up and down your legs, thinks that he could be happy spending eternity here, just here, in the space between your thighs, teasing you till you tipped over into oblivion.
"senpai..." he drags out the word, "were you this wet the whole night?"
you whine, fingers clenching in the sheets, "a-are you gonna get on with it o-or -- oh --"
he tuts, leaning up to suck at the throbbing bead of your clit, shoving a finger roughly passed your entrance without warning.
"mm... you taste so good... i knew you would... but who knew you'd be such a brat in bed, hm?" he asks, gently flicking his tongue along your clit, alternating between long, languid licks and soft little kitten ones. he keeps his pace slow, teases his finger inside you till he brushes up against the one gummy spot that has your legs tensing, your head tipping back.
"s-suo-kun!"
"ah... fuck... there it is --" he watches you with darkened eyes, lightless as they take you in, "i didn't know you were such a dirty girl, senpai -- such a good girl on the outside, hm? does you best friend know you like getting fucked by your underclassmen?"
you keen, knees bending slightly as you try to work your hips up into his hand for more friction. he pins you down with a single fluid move, pulling himself up the length of your body to grin at you.
"hm? do you not like me talking about another girl when i've got my fingers inside you? mm... don't worry, senpai, i've only got eyes for you."
senpai kink!suo who fucks you so thoroughly you're honestly a bit bewildered, lying there in the midnight dark of your room, his body tucked in next to yours, wondering where on earth he'd learned the shit he knew.
"don't think too hard about it, senpai," he murmurs, curling in around you, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. you turn to face him, the pair of you curved like parenthesis beneath your floral patterned sheets.
"i... i don't think i've ever slept with anyone younger than me before," you admit with a tiny laugh, to which suo only grins.
"that's alright, there's a first and last for everything," he says, before pulling you into his chest and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. you let your eyes flutter shut, too tired and fucked out to linger over his words.
"mm... i guess you're not that much younger than me, anyway," you murmur, already half asleep.
suo chuckles, threading his fingers through your hair as he shifts forward to more comfortably settle against you.
"you're only a year and a few months older, senpai... i wouldn't worry about it too much."
you hum, drifting off.
(you never did remember when you'd told him your birthday was, but you figured that you must've done it over drinks one night and just forgotten.)
content warnings: smut, aged-up characters, possessive/down-bad/jealous af!suo, fem!reader, P in V sex, dirty talk, use of she/her/woman/girl, pet names include: 'sweetheart, kitten, darling, baby, angel (I meant it when I said down-bad)
Being friends with Suo is maddening, to say the least.
Reason #1: He knows you better than you know him.
Reason #2: He answers every serious question you pose like a riddle.
And Reason #3: He keeps scaring away anyone you date.
You know he's doing it on purpose. You just don't know why.
You tried calling him out on it the other day, fresh from a failed date and itching for a fight.
"They're not good enough for you," was his answer, spoken in that condescending, paternalistic tone made so infuriating because it turns you on.
"I'd like to figure that shit out on my own," was all you could think to say.
"You aren't very good at it, then," he said, a coldness in his tone you'd never heard before. "You keep going out with the same loser who goes cross-eyed when you walk in the room." He crowded you then, invading your personal space until you could make out the maroon flecks in his uncovered eye. "Are you afraid of what someone who knows you would be able to make you feel?"
Even now, the memory makes your heart race.
It's why you haven't spoken to him since.
With nothing else to do on a weekend afternoon, you've been catching up on anime and drinking more coffee than is necessary. Anything to take your mind off of Suo's words and the implication of them.
Your phone lights up.
Sakura: i think suo needs you
You rub your eyes to make sure you read that right.
Not even a second goes by before the next text chimes in.
Sakura: he's being weird. saying u shouldn't come
What the fuck?
You text back.
Y/N: I'm coming over rn.
"How dare you invite her."
It's Suo, hissing behind the door. He sounds angry, furious even, like he wants to rip Sakura in half.
What sounds like grappling and muffled punching comes from the other side before Sakura opens the door, winded and sweating.
You don't give him a chance to greet you. "What's going on?"
It's already weird enough that Suo was talking to anyone like that, much less his best friend.
Sakura runs a hand through his hair. "I don't really know." His face goes beet-red all of a sudden. "He's being an idiot. Says he needs you one minute and then the next that you can't get anywhere near him."
This does absolutely nothing to illuminate your understanding of the situation.
Why hasn't Suo greeted you? Why, actually, is he nowhere in sight?
Sakura tracks your eye line.
"He got exposed to somethin'."
You can only blink.
From behind his bedroom door, you hear Suo let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Did we not agree that wouldn't be said?"
You turn, and Suo is leaning on his door frame, one arm bracketing his waist. He's wearing low-slung pajama bottoms and a tank top, kimono hanging loose about his shoulders.
You gulp.
He looks delicious.
But what takes you aback is is the pained look pulling his features taut, the way his eyes are glazed and bright with fever.
He also looks wrecked.
Your stomach dips, and you start clearing your throat to make up for how dry your mouth suddenly is.
"Hello, Y/N," Suo says, breaking into your obvious perusal of him. You flush hot at being caught, even as a zip of heat curls up your spine at the look in his eyes. It's almost approving.
"Are you sick?" you blurt out.
From behind you, Sakura snorts. "That's my cue to leave. Thank me later, asshole."
Suo grimaces and opens his mouth to say something. It falls shut just as the door does.
The atmosphere shifts as soon as the two of you are alone. What was imperceptible with Sakura's presence is now heavy, magnetic.
"You should go," Suo says softly.
The palm clutching the doorway slips, and Suo stumbles. Without thinking, you rush to his side, propping him up with two hands on his chest. Suo groans like you've shot him, and you drop your hands as quickly as you raised them.
"Suo, you're really starting to freak me outโ"
"Now?" he interrupts, eyes fever-bright. "Now I'm freaking you out? Not the other day when you bolted?"
Where before it seemed he couldn't get far enough away from you, now it's like he doesn't know how to stop himself from touching you. He settles for a grip on your arms, bracketing you in place.
"Do you know what those idiots did to keep me distracted from my outburst?" He smiles bitterly. "They took me to a garden and made me smell flowers of all things, all so that I wouldn't drive myself mad at the thought of those cretins you used to date laying their hands on you. And somehow, whatever I was 'exposed to' made me like this."
He lets the kimono fall open, gesturing down his frame with sardonic pride. "Aching and hard for a woman who doesn't even want me."
Reasons you shouldn't do this rip through your head, the chief among them being that Suo is your friend.
"That's not true," is what you say instead.
Suo pushes off the door and collapses on the couch, a melodrama to his movements that nearly makes you grin.
His skin glows with a light sheen of sweat, his jawline working like he's fighting back a curse.
"You need me, don't you?'
Suo groans, scrubbing a palm down his face. "Y/N. Don't you dare be intimate with me as a favor."
"That's not why I'd let you fuck me," you say, smiling when he stops short. "You could work this out with someone else, right? But instead you complained enough to get Sakura to interfere and text me. It's me that you need, then. If I've read the situation right."
There's a beat where you worry you got it wrong.
And then Suo sits up, smiling slow and easy and full of bright, shining hope, and your heart practically stops.
"Sweetheart," he says, and the pet name alone makes your knees buckle. "Are you sure?"
You don't trust your voice.
You nod.
He moves faster than you can process, drawing you to his chest until you can hear his heart hammering against your ear.
"Let me show you good it can be." The words ghost along your temple. His voice hasn't lost that frantic, harried edge; it's as if he's afraid you'll disappear. One hand encircles your wrist, and he kisses your palm before placing it at the back of his neck. "Let me worship you the way you deserve."
You can feel yourself panting, and he's barely even touched you.
"Suoโ"
He captures his name with a kiss, cupping your jaw and angling your head so he can lick into the seam of your mouth. Breaking away, he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your neck.
"You don't know what it was like to see you with them," he murmurs into your throat. "How often I had to break away to fuck my own fist like a rutting animal."
More. The word grows large in your head with every confession from Suo. You shuck the kimono from his shoulders, tracing your fingers down the column of his spine.
"Why didn't you just tell me?" you ask as he shivers into your touch.
"Cowardice. What else?"
It's rare for Suo to criticize himself so openly, but he continues, punctuating each sentence with a kiss to your jawline, your collarbone, back to your mouth.
"The fear of losing you in the capacity I had you. The fear of terrifying you with how much I feel for you. You've no idea how hard it's been to hold myself back, sweetheart."
Suo, for all his brilliance, is still human. You realize that now.
"Stop holding back then."
It's the permission he's been waiting for, if the predatory smirk sweeping over his face is any indication.
"Go in my room and take off your clothes," he directs, then leans in close to nip at your nose. "I don't trust myself not to rip them."
"No."
He arches a brow. "No?"
You loop your arms around his neck and tug him close. The ridge of his cock scoots along your belly.
Suo's face darkens with promise.
"You're not playing fair, Y/N."
"I've wanted you for a long time, Suo," you admit, heart pounding. "Part of worshiping someone is showing them how much you want them, right?"
Fingering the hem of his tank top, you press your hands gently into his stomach. Muscles jump under you, and Suo exhales sharply.
"Perfect girl," he breathes, looking at you with equal parts tenderness and heat. "Using my own logic against me."
He kisses you again, languid and slow.
"Just don't expect me to be gentle."
Even before the effects of whatever he was exposed to kicked in, Hayato's been obsessed with you. He's been able to keep a lid on it through sheer discipline, the only indicator of his torment the sizable callouses he's developed on his otherwise perfect hands.
Now that you're here in his arms, trembling and breathless in the way he's always wanted you, he knows he's going to imprint his ownership of you onto your very soul.
You match his fervent energy, nails scraping across his scalp and skin as you claw and clutch at him, trying to gain access to more.
"You're such a good kisser, Suo," you tell him, a little shy, and it only makes him harder.
"Good enough to call me Hayato?"
It's a request he normally wouldn't insist upon, but he needs to hear your sweet voice say his name. Needs to get you used to it by the time he's inside of you, pumping you full.
You flush and bury your head in his chest.
"Hayato," you mumble.
Adorable.
One finger goes under your chin.
"A little louder, perhaps?"
You glare up at him and bang him with your fist.
He catches it and scoops you into his arms, ignoring your squeak of protest when he lands on top of you in his bed. "Ah, yes. My ferocious little kitten."
He returns to your neck while his body presses yours down into the mattress. You feel like heaven, all soft curves and warm heat. He slots his thigh between yours, nudging your knees apart.
"You can act embarrassed all you like, darling. It doesn't lessen my desire for you in the least."
He drops the full weight of his hips into the cradle of your thighs. His thin pants do nothing to conceal how much you want him. It's almost like he can feel the heartbeat of your needy cunt through your jeans. Luckily, you're just as desperate to get him naked as he is you, and you both make quick work of shedding your clothes.
"In my head, I've always imagined I would draw this part out," Hayato says, filling his hands with your breasts and experimentally rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger. His cock pulses on your belly, and you whine, squirming your hips up.
"I know, sweetheart. Need me here?"
He cups you in his hand, breathing in sharply at the throb of heat and slick beating into his palm.
"But now that we're here," he says, leaning in close and nosing your cheek, "all I can think of is making you mine."
The head of his cock slides between your folds. He can't tease you past this; the inviting warmth of your cunt is a siren call he can't ignore. He pushes into you in one smooth stroke, unable to choke back the whimper that feeling your bare cunt wrapped around his dick pulls out of him.
"Baby," he breathes.
He holds your face in one hand and watches you watch him working in and out of you, your breaths labored and frantic with desire.
"Hayatoโ" you gasp, followed by a shuddering moan he'll hear in his dreams. "Feels so good, oh my god - "
The chain holding down the beast inside of him snaps clean.
He manhandles you until you're folded in half beneath him, ankles dangling next to his earrings.
"Who gave you permission to have a pussy this fucking perfect?" he snarls, and feels a rush of pride at the way you react to his vulgar words. You like when he talks to you like this. Your walls suck and pull on him like they're confused on whether to drag his cock deeper or push him out. You say his name again, and Hayato knows he should be gentler, softer, touch you everywhere, but all he can is keep pounding mercilessly into the slick, wet heaven between your thighs.
He feels his orgasm approach before yours.
"I'm sorry, angel." His hips stutter. "Fucking gods, how do you feel so good?"
With a groan, he spills into you, his hands digging hard into the meat of your hips. He barely gives himself time to recover before pulling out, watching the pearly trails of cum oozing out.
"Don't worry." He cradles you in his arms, two fingers working his cum back into you. You twitch, oversensitive, trying to get away, but he holds you firm. "I'd never leave you unsatisfied. Not once. Not when I can see your face when I tell you how good my seed looks leaking from your cute little hole."
"Hayato!" You squirm, embarrassment blooming on your face.
He doesn't care. Your pussy is fluttering like a bird on the pads of his fingers, and you keep humping down into his hand like a bitch in heat.
He loosely collars your throat. Leans in to peck your lips and then your heat-suffused cheeks.
"Come on, then. Show me what those other useless pricks never got to see."
He was going to hide it, the innate possession he feels for you. Stopper it away in a glass so you'd never know how badly it hurt to see you with anyone other than him.
But the aphrodisiac in his blood doesn't care for reason.
It wants proof.
Your hips work faster. Suo can't help but smile at how much you want to please him.
"There's my girl," he coos encouragingly. His cock swells again, bumping your hip. "Look at you, spread open just for me ... You like showing me how good you can feel, huh?"
You like his praise as much as his vulgarity, and soon, you're canting forward, your teeth sinking into his chest as you cum.
"Hayato," you sigh out as you do, and the only reason he doesn't kiss you is so he can hear you say it again. "Oh, Hayatoโ"
He loses track of how many times he pulls you to the brink and tips you over, because he knows that he won't be satisfied until you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you.
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Umemiya forgets his strength with you sometimes, folding you into the most unforgiving of mating presses. he's got you pinned beneath him, his large hands interlaced tightly with yours as he bends you in half, your legs slung over his broad shoulders. his movements carry a raw, unbridled sort of desperation, every thrust so intense and unrelentingly rough. you can barely handle all of him- he's overwhelming, fucks you with a punishing stamina.
it's impossible to think when he's got you like this, the sweet, breathless words he pants against your skin nearly swallowed by the haze consuming your mind. his tone always takes on an edge of awe, almost reverent, cooing out things that have you flushing hotlyโso good for me...so fucking perfect...you're everything i ever wantedโas he drives his cock deeper into you. his hips slam against yours with a force that makes your breath catch, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the air that's thick with the heavy scent of sex.
"Haji- please, I can't-" you're barely coherent, voice breaking as your vision blurs with tears from overwhelming pleasure. your head feels a little fuzzy. he's too big, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust and making you see stars. the sensitive walls of your cunt spasm weakly around him. it's too much.
"you can," Umemiya drops his head, damp strands of white hair brushing your collarbone, breath hot against your skin. he kisses your shoulder before brushing away the dampness gathering at your lashes with his lips. when he lifts his head again, you swallow thickly at the intense glint in his eyes. "just a little more- fuck, look at you, always taking me so beautifully- you feel so good. just let me use this perfect pussy a little longer, hm, baby?"
โ ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฎ๐จ;
Hayato fucks you with a steady, measured rhythm, each thrust jolting your body up the bed and making it creak beneath you. there's a quiet power in his motions, every shift and glide igniting a growing heat within you. he moves with such purpose and care, making every second feel drawn out, each stroke of his cock more intimate than the last.
he likes to feel you, pinning your hips down with his, rolling against you languidly. your legs rest over his elbows, your fingers entwined with his. when he's got you like this, you can feel everything, see everything. you fixate on the way his lips are parted, reddened and swollen from your kisses. every pant and exhale from him brushes gently against your lips, sending a shiver through you. he likes to kiss you, swallowing your moans as his tongue slides against yours. you can see the slow draw of his cock in and out of you, hear the wet sounds of your cunt taking him, and it makes you tighten unconsciously.
โgood girl,โ he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he tilts his hips so he can sink even deeper inside you. the soft tassel of one of his earrings brushes your cheek. โtaking me so well."
you can't help but whimper, the closeness of him making everything feel more intense. the coil in your gut grows tighter.
"does it feel good?" he asks, his lips brushing the tip of your nose before gently trailing down to rest just above yours.
you nod, tilting your chin up so you meet his lips. "wantโฆwant more, Suo," you whine between soft kisses. your tone is needy, desperate, and you can feel his lips curve up into a small smile.
you mourn the loss of warmth when he pulls back, gripping your ankles to pull them over his shoulders. "then who am i to deny my girl what she wants?"
โ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ข ๐๐๐ง;
Kaji isn't one to speak much when he has you like this, your body bent in a way that youโll be sure to feel the next day. his brows are furrowed in concentration as he moves, lost in the way you're sucking him in. the silence between you is thick, charged with tension, only broken by your soft whines and his low, breathy grunts.
but when he does speak, his voice low and rough with desire, it never fails to send shivers down your spine.
โfuck,โ Kaji grits out, gripping your ankles tighter, โhow are you still so fucking tight? your pussy trying to strangle me or something? i can barely move."
you know that's not true because in the next second, he's pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, knocking the breath right out of you. you moan, fisting the sheets by your head with one hand, the other bracing yourself against the bed's headboard.
his head falls back and you take the opportunity to look at him fully. he always gets some sort of way whenever you catch him staring- whether it's from embarrassment or something else, you can't say for sure. your gaze lands on the red marks along the sides of his arms, products from earlier in the evening when he had you pressed up against the wall. without even needing to see, you know there are deeper streaks on his back. he never seems to mind the scratches. in fact, you get the sense he might even be pleased by them- by the idea that you've marked him as yours in some way. the only acknowledgement he ever offers is an offhand grumbled remark the morning after about how insatiable you are. he has no room to say that, really, considering that every time he's done with you, you can hardly walk.
you're drawn out of your daze when Kaji suddenly pushes your legs down on either side of your head, bending you in half. you cry out, the new position sending shockwaves through you. "n-ngh! Ren, s'too...too much!"
"if you've got time to stare," Kaji's bangs graze your forehead as he leans over you, his voice raw and ragged, a testament to how youโre making him feel, "clearly i'm not fucking you hard enough."
โ ๐๐จ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ;
Togame fucks you slowly, with long strokes that pierce you to your very core. heโs methodical, deliberate, delights in seeing the way you writhe beneath him as he claims what's his. his hands are slotted under your knees, spreading your legs and pushing them back as far as they can go so he can see where the two of you are joined. he likes to watch- track the way his fat cock spears into you, the walls of your pussy stretched impossibly around his length. there's a filthy smirk on his lips as he gazes down at you, lazy satisfaction in his eyes.
"look at you," Togame huffs out a laugh, "you're gushing. you like me that much, huh?"
you're making a mess, staining the sheets beneath you with your juices. but you can't be blamed, not when Togame seems intent on carving the shape of his cock into the walls of your cunt. it feels like every thrust has his cock driving into you even deeper, harder. you hide your face with your arm, letting out choked whine. "J-Joโฆ"
"don't do that," his voice is low, "want to see that cute face when you squirt all over my cock."
he says that with such certainty, never mind that you've never actually even done that before. you slowly pull your arm away, reluctantly meeting his gaze as your chest rises and falls with effort. "p-please...Jo..."
"p-please what?" Togame teases, the tone in his voice making you want to hide your face once more. "please make you cum? please fill you up?"
you can only manage a nod, gasping when he punctuates each question with a harsh thrust. "unh- uh huh!"
"shit," Togame groans, his voice thick with breathlessness and a fervor matched by his quickening pace. "gonna let me knock you up, pretty girl? gonna let me fill this pussy up, give ya a kid?"
your cunt clenches around him.
Togame groans and bends over you, sinking his hands into the mattress on either side of your head. "well since you asked so nicely."
