ᝰ.ᐟ childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught jerking off to you during a sleepover ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
childhood bestfriend!suguru who used to practically live at your house, having sleepovers every weekend where you'd sleep on the top trundle bed and he’d pull out the bottom one underneath.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who started making up every excuse in the book to decline your invitations once you both hit your early twenties, all because he developed a massive, agonizing secret crush on you and knew his self-control was slipping.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely powerless against you when you use your charm and extra-persuasive "please, please, please" voice, forcing him to finally break his streak and agree to one more sleepover.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who feels an overwhelming wave of nostalgia mixed with nervous tension the second he sits back down on that pulled-out bottom bed, trying to act natural while his heart is hammering in his chest.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who has the absolute time of his life chatting, playing games, and joking around with you until late into the night, suddenly realizing how much he missed being this close to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is left sitting in complete silence when you suddenly fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving him down on the bottom bed just staring up at your sleeping face with an unbearable amount of affection.
childhood bestfriend!suguru feels his throat go completely dry when you stir lazily in your sleep, twisting the top blanket away to reveal the dip of your collarbones, the deep slope of your cleavage, and your shorts riding high up your smooth thighs.
childhood bestfriend!suguru undergoes an agonizing internal battle as his heart hammers against his ribs, his blood rushing south as his pants grow impossibly tight, every instinct screaming at him to turn away while his eyes remain completely glued to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who eventually breaks down under the unbearable friction and tension, quietly slipping a hand beneath his waistband to slowly stroke his throbbing cock, trying to keep his desperate breaths silent so he doesn't wake you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught in the absolute worst, most vulnerable position imaginable when you stir awake, your eyes fluttering open and landing directly on his frantic, rhythmic movements underneath the covers.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is utterly mortified, pulling the blanket up to his chest while his hand stays frozen over his aching length, stammering out a breathless, panicked "s-sorry, i didn't think you'd wake up..." as he braces for your utter disgust.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who panics even further when you lock eyes with him and plainly state, "you were watching me," only for his brain to short-circuit entirely when a slow, mischievous, teasing glint appears in your eyes instead of anger.
childhood bestfriend!suguru watches in absolute disbelief as you shift on the top mattress, intentionally pulling your blanket back to give him a full, unobstructed view of your chest and bare legs, whispering softly, "how naughty of you, suguru... you wanna look at me while doing it?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly consumed by lust and desperation that he ignores every single red flag firing in his brain, choking out a humiliated, needy "c-can i?" the second you promise that this stays between the two of you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches up to the top mattress, his trembling hand gently stroking up your thigh and caressing your warm skin while his other hand pumps his hard dick at a faster, messier pace, completely undone by the sight of you looking down at him with an adoring, playful smirking face.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who loses what little sanity he has left when your eyes wander down to his tented covers and you softly offer, "do you need help?", causing him to hitch a choked breath and whimpering out a desperate, completely spent "y-yes, please."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who holds his breath as you climb down from the top trundle bed under the warm room lights, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard it rings in his ears. he can only watch, completely frozen, as you pull back his blanket and straddle his thighs, towering right over him.
from where he’s lying, exposed and completely raw under the soft overhead glow, the shift in your posture catches him off guard. he watches your eyes widen—a sudden, bright sparkle of genuine curiosity and dark amusement lighting up your face as your gaze drops down between his legs.
a fresh wave of heat floods his entire body, making his face burn a furious red. he knows exactly what you’re looking at. he can feel the heavy, humiliating weight of his own arousal—thick, throbbing violently with every pulse of his blood, and swollen so large that the veiny length twitches beneath your gaze. a hot, slick bead of pre-cum is already glistening at the tip, leaking down his shaft and making him feel agonizingly bare.
his thighs tremble beneath your weight as he tries—and utterly fails—to shrink away from the exposure. the raw humiliation of being caught like this by you crashes over him, but as he looks up at you from the bed, watching the playful smirk curve your lips, all he can feel is a terrifying, desperate rush of need.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely overwhelmed the second your soft, warm hands wrap around his slick, throbbing length, his hips involuntarily jerking upward at the unbelievable sensation of your touch after years of hidden longing.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who can barely process reality as your fingers slide up and down him with a deliberate, agonizingly sweet pace. the sheer sensory overload leaves him whimpering softly into the quiet room, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bedsheets tight, muttering hushed curses through a tight throat "nghh... oh god, you're—fuck..."
every movement of your hand feels like a deliberate torture designed just for him. he watches through half-lidded, dark eyes as you lean in close, using your thumb to slowly circle his swollen slit, smearing the slick bead of pre-cum all over his sensitive head until he hitches a sharp, ragged breath. you don't stop there; your fingers trace the heavy, pulsing vein running down his underside, following every hot ridge of his length.
when the friction starts to build under the warm room lights, you coolly lean lower and gather a pool of spit on your lips, letting a long, glistening string drop right onto his head. suguru's hips involuntarily jerk up off the mattress at the sudden, cool moisture, a desperate groan tearing from his chest as you rub it in, coating every inch of his thick shaft until your grip is slick, wet, and sliding smoothly over his most sensitive spots.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly ashamed by how good it feels that he tries to throw an arm over his flushed face to muffle his needy groans, only for you to gently pull his arm away and pin it loosely against the mattress so he's forced to look right up at you.
"don't hide from me, suguru," you whisper teasingly, your thumb lightly tracing the racing pulse in his wrist while your other hand keeps a steady, maddening rhythm on him. "does it feel good?"
"f-fuck..." he chokes out, his dark eyes wide, glossy, and entirely blown out as his head rolls back into the pillow. "you—you have no idea—ah..."
"i want to hear you," you command softly, tilting your head with a playful smirk as your grip tightens just a fraction. "look at me. i want to see every single expression you make, and i want to hear every sound. don't quiet down for me now."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches a point of sheer, desperate need under the warm overhead light, stuttering out a breathless, embarrassed "c-can you use your mouth?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru who completely short-circuits the moment you give a smooth "sure" and immediately dive down, the sharp angle bringing your chest spilling out right in front of his face again and sending his brain into an absolute tailspin.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is thrown into a messy spiral as you take him in, his hips helplessly bucking up into your heat, his legs trembling violently as tears well up in the corners of his eyes while he babbles incoherent praise and pleas.
the heat of your mouth enveloping the sensitive tip sends an electric shock straight down his spine. his eyes go wide, staring down in disbelief as you push past your limits, taking him deep down your throat. the filthy, wet sounds filling the quiet room shatter whatever restraint he had left, echoing loudly under the warm lights. he feels your tongue swirling intensely around his slit before flattening out to lick up along his heavy veins, making his entire body shudder.
because you can't fit all of his thick dick, your warm, spit-slicked hand stays wrapped tight around the base, pumping in perfect, rhythmic sync with your mouth. a long, glistening string of spit rolls down your chin and drips onto his lower stomach, adding to the messy, humiliating sight. every wet slide, every pull of suction, and the heat of your cheeks stretching around him pulls a wrecked, tearful whine from his throat as he helplessly rolls his head back into the pillow, completely undone by you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who gasps out a desperate warning "wait—fuck, i'm—i'm gonna cum—" his voice cracking, entirely wrecked and pleading, only for the low, rumbling hum of your vocal cords against his sensitive length to send a violent shockwave straight to his core, instantly snapping his final thread of self-control and pushing him completely over the edge.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who cums hard straight into your mouth, his mind going entirely blank with pleasure as he lies there teary-eyed, watching fat globs of his release overflow past your lips and messily drip over his skin and your hands.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is pushed to the absolute brink of blacking out as you slowly keep working your hand over him, lazily licking up his mess from your lips and his skin.
he lies completely helpless—his chest heaving, dark hair fan-spread across the pillow, and eyes glassy with unshed tears. he can barely breathe, let alone think, but his gaze remains entirely locked onto yours. you drag your tongue over your lower lip, gathering the slick white traces, before dragging a tongue up his shaft to clean him off—never once breaking eye contact.
a slow, wicked smirk curves your lips as you look up at his flushed, wrecked face, tilting your head slightly.
"look at all of this, suguru," you tease softly, your voice dripping with playful amusement as you trace a messy thumb over his skin. "you were holding out on me... didn't know my sweet best friend could make such a huge mess just from looking at me."
the sound of your voice—so casual, yet so utterly possessive—brands that exact image into his mind for the rest of his life, leaving his brain completely short-circuited as he stares back at you, entirely ruined.
Ik it’s not series 3 but I really liked the cloud behind the text so I kept it
this is literally one of my favorite brands in the world… I have a couple makeup bags from back in the day and wish they still had that same style 😩 requested by @therizzier & a couple anons <3
Yuki have sweet tooth, me also have sweet tooth, we're meant to be y'all /delulu ｡◕‿◕｡ Yuki lucky I'm a foodie and will spoil the heck out of him with sweets/desserts
I hope I'm doing this right, cause it's my first time sending an ask lol. Anyway! I was just curios, how would Ren and/or [Redacted] react if Angel sudenly called him all shaken up like "I think I just killed someone, what do I do?!"
I can only assume he would offer to help, but I'm curios if he would react differently depending on his persona. How would he try and comfort Angel? Would he say something like "I did this before, I know how to help", or would he play dumb or something?
That's all, hope this isn’t a stupid question or something, have a good day/night!
⌞♥⌝ REN
Mentally, he's giggling into his pillow, kicking the mattress, and skipping around his apartment because Angel called him first. He was the first person they thought of. Out of everyone, Angel considered him to be the most dependable person in these kinds of situations.
Physically, he's feigning worry while giving Angel reasonable options and solutions. Were there any cameras? Ren's just a freelance programmer, but maybe he can try hacking into the security systems and deleting the footage. Was there any blood? He can bring Angel some spare clothes to change into while he cleans up the crime scene. Were there witnesses? It's no surprise that Ren comes across a little timid and meek, but if he's willing to take on the intruder who broke into Angel's apartment, then surely he can rough up other people too.
Worst-case scenario, if Angel can't handle having a guilty conscience, Ren would restart the day and ensure it plays out differently.
⌞♥⌝ [REDACTED]
They're already pulling up in a discreet rental van with body bags, a spare change of clothes, cleaning supplies, and some of Angel's favourite snacks in the passenger seat.
If the person was still alive somehow, [REDACTED] would likely finish the job and kill them himself, just so that their death wouldn't fall on Angel's shoulders. But if Angel wanted them to remain alive for some reason, he'd spare them. They'd have to figure out how to call an ambulance themselves, however, as [REDACTED] isn't going to go that far. That person's well-being is the least of his worries.
Once Angel and [REDACTED] are home, it'd be like the ordeal never even happened. There would be no news reports, no suspicions, and no bodies to be found. Just someone who's shaken up from (accidentally) killing someone, and their eerily all-too-giddy partner who's trying to comfort them.
