➤ 𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑎 🎥 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟…
Content: 18+ MDNI, p with plot, fluff, smut, light angst, slow burn if you blink, fwb, modern AU, pov switches, possessivêness, swearinğ, toxic, soft dōm suguru, switching pøsitionš, bottom suguru, fǐngeřing, țoýs, mǎstürbatión, unprotected sêx, brēēding, mànhändļing, headlock, edğińg, sqūǐrtíng, slappīng, hair pulling, scratching, light spīť roast, suguru is a bōōb guy, dry ħūmping, eating oūt, new relationships
Pairings: Suguru x Reader x (Slight) Satoru
A/N: celebration for 10+ followers! 🥹 ty all for being so patient. i apologize for taking so long with this i was rly unmotivated the past month. i hope u guys enjoy!! <3
camgirl manager!Suguru, who was at first only your best friend. He'd been pining after you for years; his feelings only grew more severe now that you two lived together. Did you catch on? No. You were light-hearted as ever; it was humorous. Ignorant of the arrows of hints he'd shoot at you. Even if you never picked up on the clues he'd drop, he'd quit whatever to be the shoulder you'd cry on. It was a recurring routine. Suguru knew that when you came through that door after some horribly gone date, bottom lip wobbling, trembling as if you were battling tears till you got there, he was willing to become your security blanket. He'll scoot over on the couch and pat the welcoming spot beside him. Ready to hear whatever vent you'd let out this time.
Suguru, who found out you had a date with that asshole Naoya. When he questioned, "Who's today's lucky guy?" and heard the nonsense that came out of your mouth, he gaped at you like you had grown two heads. He was literally a walking red flag. Misogynist, spoiled, a bitch. Though you were stubborn, desperate. You didn't listen to his warnings as you left the door with a smile waiting to be flipped. He sighed, getting his things together to leave for work. Prepared to arrive home to comfort you, knowing your date would go poorly. It was inescapable, the bullshit that the guy would put women through.
Suguru came back home later than usual. He had to stretch out his barista hours thanks to the online orders that kept piling up. But exhaustion aside, nothing would make him tired enough not to be there for you. Unlocking the door to your shared apartment, he slipped off his shoes and apron. Barista duty was not for the weak. He discovered just yesterday that his under-eyes were getting dark. God, today's shift was ass. As expected, he heard crying coming from your door. It broke his heart. Your bawling was heard more heavily this time, like you were longing for your best friend to ease your distress. Suguru immediately rushed to do just that, to wipe your tears, to reassure you that everything will be okay. He gripped your doorknob and snatched your door open. "Hey, sorry. My boss made me stay late-"
Suguru was frozen when he saw the filthy sight of you in front of him. Clothing littered around, black-laced panties nearby, a matching black-laced bra that looked to have been hastily tossed to the floor. A tall, bright ringlight stood at the side of your bed, angling down to capture someone's beauty, not sin. And there you were on your bed. Naked, parts of you he'd never seen drenched in sweat. Your legs were spread out deliciously to reveal your pussy, jolting every time the vibrator you held hummed against your clit. Your tits shone under white light, capturing how hard your nipples have been from masturbating. The face you held was so p0rn-like. Eyebrows arched with your mouth gaping wide, tears traveling down your cheeks to collect at the edge of your chin. Ah, so you were crying, but not in the way he thought. Your hips buckled up to meet the vibrator, buzzing silicone massaging against your clit with a loud squish! Fuck you were so wet that you soaked the poor toy through. Suguru's wide eyes zoomed in on your phone. It was propped up on your bedframe, catching it all... Were you recording yourself? Ding-dong donation notifications rang out loud for him to hear. Holy shit, you were a...
camgirl!Reader whose head was too mushy from playing with herself. You lasted longer than expected on today's stream. You couldn't believe it; your subscribers couldn't believe it. You were in bliss. Too drunk off pleasure to realize someone walked in. It wasn't until you heard a startled gasp that you blinked away the tears in your eyes as your sight gradually adjusted to your best friend. Suguru stood at your door, red-faced. His jaw dropped, raised, then dropped again. He was stuck in shock, catching her in a persona she believed she could keep secret for years. No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to be caught! You thought you locked your door! The vibrator was still buzzing, but it plunged to the floor as you screamed in horror.
sixeyed_sg: holy shit she got caught!!
sixeyed_sg: wait is that ur bf??!💔💔
malevolentfingers: who said you could stop?
pistolgambler: no fucking way.
sixeyed_sg: i'll literally donate u a million if u let him fuck u on steam babee
sixeyed_sg: jk dont actually. u’ll break my heart lol
sixeyed_sg: wait baby dont end stream! i wanna cum againn 😩
Suguru slammed your door shut as soon as you shrieked. He paced outside back and forth, trying to figure out if whatever the fuck he saw was real. You on your bed fucking yourself with a vibrator... no way. The bed that he'd comfort you in after a bad day. The bed you'd leave space for him in case he felt too lonely to sleep by himself. Suguru's thumb pressed into his temple, sucking a breath in. his cock was so hard. he needed a cigarette... a cold shower too.
Suguru was lying back on your shared couch. No longer in uniform, he slipped on his usual black baggy shirt and pants after his shower. His long raven hair was slightly wet, bangs covering amethyst eyes, which were shut in reflection. His head was thrown back, a cigarette resting between his lips before sitting up to crush it against the ashtray placed on the living room's dark wood coffee table. It's been an hour. 60 minutes. And you still haven't come out of your room, probably in there groveling, wishing you could go back in time to undo this all. How long have you kept this secret? Did you always record content when you were home alone? holy shit, he was basically living with a homemade p0rnstar... in a way. He shook his thoughts away; he shouldn't let this view you differently. camgirl or not, you were still his best friend-the same girl who graduated college with him. The same sweet girl who let him move in when he needed to get away from his situation back at home, despite months of no contact. Suguru suddenly felt sorry for you. Your door separates you two, isolating you from him. You were presumably in there scolding yourself for not being cautious. You must've been scared to face him, assuming your years of friendship with him were long gone. Suguru's elbows dug into his strong thighs. Fingers carried out through his hair in frustration. Fuck he knew he should talk to you, but how the hell was he supposed to look his best friend in the eyes and not think back to well... you know? After counting down from three, he forced himself to stand, treading to your bedroom. He inhaled before, knock knock. "Hey... can I come in?" The silence between them was palpable. "Okay...”
Suguru turned the doorknob and saw you sitting in your bed, facing away from the door. On purpose. The bedroom looked different from when he had left so abruptly. Your ring light is gone. It was probably stored secretly in your closet. The undergarments that used to lie on your floor have disappeared. And you, wearing a comfy set of pajamas, a face clean from tears. It was like the version of you he’d seen an hour ago was a doppelgänger. Was it? When his eyes accidentally locked with yours, his purple irises nervously zoomed away. His Adam's apple bobbed while swallowing, cheeks growing warm from catching a glimpse of your eyes. What the fuck should he say? “So… how was your date?” Good one, smartass. “He canceled.” you spat out. Quickly. “Oh.” That was a relief; it was definitely for the best. His fingers thrummed against your doorknob, trying to select the next line of words to say. This was embarrassing… “Look, Suguru, if you think we can’t live together. Or yet, be my friend anymore, I totally understand. I'm really sorry…” Suguru’s head snapped to you in disbelief. It was ridiculous that you’d ever consider he’d push you away for something so irrelevant. At the end of the day, it was his fault he didn’t knock. Yet he knew you’d never blame him; you were a sweetheart. “Hey, don’t apologize…” he sighed heavily, his footsteps leading him to sit next to you. The mattress dipped under his weight. He noticed how you turned your head in guilt. “Don't do that.” Carefully, as if approaching a baby deer, he tilted your chin to look at him. Your lashes batted, trying to shoo away the tears that threatened to spill. You were embarrassed, ready to be humiliated. He didn’t blame you. Couldn’t. “I’m not going anywhere.” his rough voice pierced through any fears that intruded in that pretty little head of yours. His wet hair tickled you, and he smelled of cigarettes. It was a smell that comforted you because it belonged to him. You tugged him in for a hug, which he eagerly repaid. His broad arms squeezed your sides before sinking his nose to your neck, breathing in whatever lotion you lathered on your pretty skin that day.
Suguru sat at a bar with you, your usual spot when you two had free time. The orange-tinted fluorescent lights covered the bar, soft city-pop music filling the area. It was the ideal hangout for overworked adults. The two of you met up after work to have a couple of drinks. It’s been two days since the incident, and thanks to your prayers, Suguru hasn't brought it up. It truly was like it never occurred. Though he was the opposite, he couldn't let a day like that be forgotten. Could you really fault him? He felt like he had every right to. The way he swore, your cunt clenched around nothing when your eyes met. The smooth skin of your breasts, gleaming under a white illumination as they bounced every time you humped up into your vibrator. And then your face- he’d never seen you so lewd, lips so lonely he would've kissed them if no consequences followed. Suguru never thought of you under any indecent perspective til that day. Yes, you already haunted his every thought, every dream, but now in a different glow. Nearly every morning, he’d shoot up. Panting from a wet dream he’d have of the girl just in the room next. He’ll pull his covers off to stare at his thick cock, wet and calling for attention underneath stained boxers. He’ll grant his dick empathy, shoving his briefs down to jerk off right away to the thought of you. That day, but in different scenarios. This time, when he caught you, he’d smash his lips against yours, then lower, covering your neck and thighs in hickeys. His greedy tongue would lap against your pussy till your sweet voice pleaded for his cock to be buried in you. And when his cock slowly sunk in, his hips would pick up pace—stretching your walls and painting them white because you were his. You didn’t know it yet. No, he wasn’t delusional… just manifesting his thoughts early before he acted on them! (despite how many years it's been… two… wait no three!)
camgirl!reader who giggled at Suguru's spaced-out expression. If only you knew why. You downed a shot of whiskey right after flicking his sidebang playfully, snapping him out of his daze. “Sorry. Just thinking.” his wide chest shook, a nervous chuckle rumbling out of him. “Can I ask what, Suguru?” Your words slurred; something about his face told you the answer. Suguru’s lips thinned into a line before he licked them; he was hesitating, not knowing how to bring it up without sounding creepy. Maybe he shouldn’t. “Y’know,” keeping it brief, his lavender gaze engaged on you. His strong cheeks were flushed from the numerous shots he took with you. Lilac eyes clouded slightly from alcohol. “It’s fine, Suguru. I already had a feeling we’d talk about it eventually. The way you never brought it up kind of scared me, since we literally talk about everything.” Suguru’s heart eased; his shoulders sank in relief. “I just didn’t want to offend you,” he rasped in sweet concern. “It’s you; I know you wouldn’t intend to.” Your words sweetened him; he chuckled bashfully and granted you his handsome smile. “So, what questions do you have?” Your words caught him off guard. Questions? He had so many. It was inevitable that he would. Suguru flicked the collar of his white button-up shirt to let the air cool the sweat on his neck. “How many fans do you have?” You giggled loudly, “You mean subscribers?” However, you saw his pupils unexpectedly darken, closing the gap, ready to perform an in-depth analysis. You squared your shoulders and cleared your throat.
Suguru’s demeanor went from 100 to 1. A second ago, he’d gaze into you as if you hung the moon. Now he was like a professor, grading a student's answers. Whatever response you give him is to be examined. “Uhm, not that much really? Like around 600 subs or so.” You shrugged. Suguru grit his teeth, looking away to conceal how irked your reply made him. Yeah, it wasn’t a lot for a standard camgirl, but you were different from those whores. You were his. Yet there existed 600 eyes on you. He hated that. “I see… How much do you make?” You blinked, a bit shy now, feeling shrunk under that glare; how were you to tell him that you exposed yourself to strangers and still didn't make much? Luckily for you, he always reads you well. “Hm, well, do you wish you could make more?” You pursed your lips, wishing your shot glass wasn’t empty so the burn in your throat could distract you.
Of course, you did. Your actual job was docking pay, and your viewers' donations were anything but enough. “I wish.” You laughed hard, averting your eyes. Your foot is bouncing anxiously. Suguru pitied you. You worked hard; it was how you got your apartment. It was how you got anything. Suguru, irrationally convinced himself that it was written in the stars, he believed it was fate for him to find you touching yourself that day. Obviously, destiny made him open that door to discover your slutty secret. It was a sign the universe sent him to act on, a sign to be able to control you discreetly while you also got something out of it. Your kindness allowed him to move in with you, so why couldn’t he pay you back by being your ‘‘p0rn manager’’? He wasn’t about to let that go to waste. If you were to be this slut to someone behind the curtains, he deserved to have a part that. A big palm covered your thigh, making you meet his softened gaze, masking over possession. “You know… I can always manage for you?”
camgirl manager!Suguru, who expected you to push back, not just wave a white flag without a second thought. You stared at him like he was the smartest man on Earth. Who better to critique your performance than your best friend? Your quick agreement made his cock twitch… his plan really was playing out before him. What did he do to earn such a blessing?
camgirl manager!Suguru who was highly conscientious in his role. He was not one to play. His first duty was to buy and set up a PC for you, along with a webcam. All are models of the most expensive and highest tech. When you told him (and what he remembered seeing), you recorded all content on that crummy phone of yours; he laughed, making you arch your eyebrows in confusion. “What’s funny?” “What are you, some TikToker?” “Well, it’s all I can afford!” Still, Suguru couldn’t help but be impressed by you; the fact that you managed to get around 600 subs while recording everything on your flimsy camera showed him that you had skill; you just needed the proper equipment. So when you came home to a new setup, you were overjoyed, jumping up and down as Suguru watched your reaction in your doorway, arms crossed with a smirk. “Like it?” “I love it! Thank you so much!” but then guilt settled in; you hadn’t expected him to waste money on you. “Hey, it’s fine, seriously. Your smile is payment enough,” to which you circled your arms around his snatched waist in gratitude. Yet this was more of gratitude for him. Spending money on his little camgirl made his chest swell in pride… and other parts.
camgirl manager!Suguru who immediately raised your prices when he saw how extremely cheap your services were. “Fucking $80, are you kidding me, girl?” He gawked at your computer that had your profile up. Suguru turned to give you a disapproving look while you sat in a separate seat next to him, narrowing his eyes in judgment as his lips pursed. You reacted. Slumping back in your chair, feeling a jab in your chest. “It’s just… I don’t want to overcharge myself. I’m not like some top-notch OnlyFans star. It’s just m-“ Suguru sucked his teeth loudly, side-eyeing, shutting you the fuck up. “See, that’s your problem.” his voice was rough, but not raised. Suguru’s critiques were honest but came from the heart, not meant to humiliate you but to set you on the right path. “Then what do I do, Suguru?” His frown curved up to a grin. You sounded so precious when you pleaded him for advice. “First of all… this shit where these pervs request you.” The pointer mouse circled over your “personal requests” section: “These prices need to be upped. Drastically.” “Well… how much?” “500. No, 800.” You cracked up. Laughing it off until you realized your best friend wasn't joking around. “W-what?!” Who’d even pay for that?” Suguru tilted back in your gaming chair, hands behind his head. His hair was up in a bun to keep it out of his eyes, leaving out his usual side bang. Closing his eyes, he beamed a roguish smile. “You really do underestimate the way these sick men would throw money to get attention from girls like you. They like… get off to that shit.” His purple eyes opened to land on you, traveling his eyes down to your cleavage in your low-cut tank top, to your thighs sitting perfectly in your chair. “Plus… personally, I think you look better than those “plastics” on the internet. So cut that out.” Suguru loved you; he aimed to prove that you were worth more than all the gold in the world.
camgirl manager! Suguru who had your account password to “monitor”. It was true!… partially true. How else was he supposed to know what else he needed to manage? This was strictly for professional purposes only. Nooo… Suguru definitely wasn’t abusing his power to hurry into whatever private room he had at the moment, whether that be his bedroom or a restroom stall in his workplace. To fist his dick to whatever video or picture you posted for your fans. Suguru was locked in a stall with his AirPods in, his thumb lining back and forth deliciously on his tip. He moaned quietly, his slit beading a column of pre-cum that rained down his base. He was on break, and what better way to use that time than to edge himself? On his phone, he played, you toying with those swell nipples. He wished he could suck them right through the screen. He had to confess that the DMS and the comments your subscribers left behind for you to see made him loathe them even more. Jeez, how parasocial were they? To think that you’d listen to their prayers of fucking their presumably tiny excuse of a cock over your manager's big, mean one? How dumb… he shook his head, scoffing to himself before going back to squeezing his shaft to your sweet tits. Your moan played into his ear-buds, causing his cock to finally give out, squirting his cum onto the graffitied stall door. “S-Shit..”
2 weeks as your manager -
camgirl manager! Suguru, who noticed your account was gaining attention rapidly. Men and women threw their wallets at you, all so you could fulfill their filthiest fantasies online. You wore a blue bunny suit. A sexy costume that the most loyal subscriber gifted you. And Suguru hated this guy. As you were bent over in your bed, Suguru’s hand gripped your hip, carefully angling you in a way that the tight latex would squeeze the plump of your ass. God, he loved his job. When you gave him the pose Suguru wanted, he snapped a photo on your phone to promote your next live stream.
“So… who even is this ' six-eyed ' guy? I know he’s one of your subscribers, but you two seem close,” he said, bringing his knees to the floor. He angled the camera to catch how the material cupped your pussy beautifully while you had your back arched. He could feel himself salivating. Suguru wanted to reach out and tug the latex aside so he could stuff his face in your cunt. This was the only bright side to those silly requests you got, even though he was helping you make jerk-off material for these losers. He was behind the scenes of it all, his eyes capturing every detail your phone couldn’t. His cock pulsed against his thigh, watching you wiggle your ass. The cute bunny plug into your hole, wiggling along with you. Suguru had to keep a moan. He was hypnotized. shit, he totally was going to jerk off to these right after this. Yet he swore his dick softened a little when you answered with,
“Yeah… we’re sort of like friends in a way? Satoru has supported me since the very beginning of all this.” Suguru swore he felt his veins pop out of his head. Satoru? You even knew his name? He quickly wiped the look off his face as you moved to sit on your bed, facing him. He had to give credit to the mysterious man; this bunny suit he purchased was the smartest choice he could pick.
He was so used to seeing you in a hoodie and jeans that he was completely clueless about the gift you hid beneath them. You were gorgeous. The tight pastel blue fabric framed your soft breasts, making him want to squeeze them in his hands along with your stomach. Your hips blessed the latex that hugged those grabbable sweet dips. White fishnets armored your soft thighs, only wanting to rip them apart with his teeth. Those adorable blue ears that rested on your head but failed to paint you as an innocent bunny, knowing what you’d do in this outfit later. This stream was going to make bank…
“The hell? You guys are friends even if he… nuts to you? That’s weird…” Suguru knew he wore his hypocrisy on his sleeve, but you didn’t. “Yeah, I get how that might sound odd, but he’s actually a pretty cool guy. Plus, I do lay out some boundaries so there’s no need to worry.” No need to worry? Alarms were setting off in his head. You just told him you were buddy-buddy with some guy who proudly touches himself to you. Was that not concerning? For all you knew, he could be some incel with dark intentions. “Yeah, no. I'm worried. Do you at least know what this guy looks like?” “Well, duh, I'm not stupid.” You took your phone from Suguru, scrolling through your photo album until you found a selfie Satoru had sent you. Based on his jersey, it looked like he was in basketball practice. You flashed your screen at him, and Suguru was totally stunned by the man’s looks.
His eyes scanned the photo—an attractive man whose hair and lashes were white, complementing him like snowfall in winter. The sun kissed his lapid eyes, a boyish grin resting on his lips as he held up a peace sign. There was no way this wasn’t some picture some creep found on Google and was pretending to be. Yeah, no, he didn't believe you for a second. Did you find this guy attractive? “You’re seriously telling me you’re friends with some Calvin Klein model you met on a camgirl site? Did you Google reverse the image? Or like… FaceTime him or something?” “Ughh! Suguru, it's him! We’ve FaceTimed before! He’s like my bestie.” You pouted, bunny ears tilting to the side from your outburst.“Hey- do you think that only losers jerk off to me?!”
camgirl manager!Suguru, who, after learning the news of you befriending some stupidly pretty subscriber, forced a rule onto you: “Tell your viewers that I’m your boyfriend.” “Uhh. What?” “They’ve all seen me on stream when I walked in on you; they’d remember me.” Why? No, it wasn’t because he was jealous, of course not. He just wanted to make sure your subscribers didn’t get too close to your personal life. Who knows if Satoru could be some stalker preying on your naive nature? Suguru explained that if you told your subscribers that you had a man who lived with you, took care of you, those creeps would backpedal. You were baffled by the new rule but didn’t question it. It made sense; Suguru cared, he was just worried about your safety. “But what if they get- I don’t know?” “Jealous?” he sneered before flicking your head. “Why are you worried about that? It’s better safe than sorry. Plus, who knows, maybe it’ll turn your gross fans on. I wouldn’t be surprised if they all turned out to be cucks. Especially your incel friend.” Again, totally not jealous. To which you defended your friend's honor, only to be ignored. “Alright, fine…”
3 weeks as your manager -
camgirl manager! Suguru, who saw that you never took dildo requests. Scrolling through these requests, they were offering you hella bank. All you had to do was fuck a silicone dick on screen. But you never obliged. Even sponsors Suguru approved would send you a batch of sex toys only for you to ignore the dildos, sticking to the vibrators, as usual. Regardless of how much he hated your fans, even a broken clock is right twice a day. The imagery of your cunt on live, struggling to suck in some whatever inched silicone into your tight hole got him hot. He wouldn’t be ashamed to imagine his own cock taking the place of a dildo. Fuckk, it’d be perfect.
You and Suguru were sitting on the couch enjoying takeout. Both of you were too lazy to cook that day, so he ordered your favorites. Chinese. Chopsticks clinked against porcelain, both of you slurping low mein noodles with some cheesy thriller in the background. Tis was a perfect late afternoon! “Are you afraid of dildos or something?” You gagged on your bite, bug-eyed and staring at your friend in disbelief. Suguru quickly moved to pat your back. Offering you your water cup. “Sorry, sorry. Should’ve started with “Hi, how are you?” You chugged down the water, still processing his words. “Haha. Funny.” You went back to your food, trusting that he’d drop the subject, but your peripheral vision caught Suguru pouting. Okay, fine, you’ll answer his stupid fucking question. Who were you to ignore Suguru Geto? “I-I just… never inserted anything in there. I’ve tried, but it’s just so scary,” you told him with flushed cheeks, cringing yourself out. Suguru just nodded. “Ah, okay then.” Then went back to his food yet his eyes trained on you. Scared, huh?
camgirl manager! Suguru, who offered to help with your “horror” case. Why? “You’d be a star, making millions once you adjust.” Who were you to not listen to your manager's advice? Oh, and who wouldn't want a million dollars? You sat on your bed, fiddling with your thumbs. Suguru rummaged through the drawer of dildos sponsorships would send you only to be forever forgotten. “Hmm, how about this one?” You watched the way Suguru’s eyes glinted, holding a sly smile as he held up a purple dildo. Holy fuck, it was huge. It’s veins protruding through the silicone that intimidate you. Oh helll no. You quickly shook your head, “No!” A loud sigh was heard from your manager. That had been about the ninth toy you declined. “Right… how about we just practice on my fingers then?” his rough, longer fingers posed in a peace sign playfully. Suguru’s demeanor was somber; he looked as if he were visualizing? Your thighs squeezed instantly at the thought of those huge digits bullying into your pussy. Was this a bad idea? You tried to think logically, but then Suguru curled those two fingers; your reaction went unnoticed. Asshole! He knew what he was doing. When he saw your hung head slowly nod he closed your drawer, reassuring you that he’d be gentle. His teeth sunk in his lip to hold back his giddiness. “Move over, let’s lie on my lap.”
camgirl! reader who was lying bare and sweaty on Suguru's lap. Obviously, this wasn’t what you had in mind. You’ve been whining, begging Suguru to finger fuck you for the past hours. But he ignored you, chuckling in your face, giving your overstimulated clit a harsh tugg. He thought he was so funny. Suguru’s been flicking and circling, but never pushing in. You sobbed quietly into his shirt, sick of him for bullying your clit and avoiding where you really needed him. “Foreplay is important,” Suguru cooed down at you unforgivably. His predatory gaze, watching every breath that fell from your kiss-starved lips, every drop of juice that soaked into his pants. His hand traveled from your clit up, rolling your now awake nipple under his fingers. “Fuckk!” Your back arched off from thighs, forcing you to look him in the eyes. You’ve never been toyed with like this; in fact, no one has ever touched you in your life. “Shh. You’re so sensitive.” A moan he’s been holding in escaped his lips, watching drool seep from the corner of your mouth. He wiped your spit before curling his fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. Sweat, musk, a bit of sweetness. holyy shiitt… The feeling of you obediently sucking on his fingers without instructions caused him to cum in his pants; he’d be embarrassed if his boxers weren’t wet from the other five times he came before. “S’guu…” Your voice muffled as he pressed his fingers against your tongue. Suguru was hyper-focused on your lips wrapping around him, salivating as he replaced them in his mind with his dick, which was definitely poking you underneath.
“Such a whore, you already know what to do…” Pop! he pulled his fingers out, wanting to suck them clean. Still, he couldn’t in front of you; that would be weird, right? “Your pussy’s so wet for me.” his voice shook, unable to hide how much this was impacting him. Sweat dripped from his temple onto your stomach, using your spit as lube before swirling his heavy thumb against that clit again. “You want something from me? Speak up… as your manager, I’m supposed to listen to my employee's needs, right?” Your bottom lip wobbles, tears threatening to spill again. “F-finger mee…” “I thought that was scary, no? What changed your mind?” You couldn’t fucking care less, and Suguru knew. The way your thighs buckled while Suguru teased your entrance revealed that. “Because you’ll take care of me…” Suguru could’ve sworn his heart was pounding now. “That’s right. Here, I’m sorry, I'm gonna slip one in, okay?” he whispered. He observed how nervous you were, but you nodded, cause there was no way in hell you were letting those hours go to waste. “Good girl.”
camgirl manager!Suguru's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head when the tip of his finger slipped right in. That’s what hours of edging does. “Mm… see, I told you those hours would pay off, didn’t I?” You whimpered. That unfamiliar burn between your legs made your body feel heavy. Your walls immediately threatened to push him out. “I know, pretty. Here, focus on me.” His free hand wiped away the remaining tears from your eyes before cupping your chin to look at him. His half-lidded eyes met yours, that soft smile he gave making you feel safe. “There you are.” he gently curled his finger against your walls, causing you to jolt. “That feel good?” “m-hm!” “Yeah, I bet,” Suguru muttered under his breath, smushing your cheeks between his fingers. “You’re gripping me… couldn’t wait for me to finger fuck you good?” His ego only inflated when you answered back with short rolls against his finger. This sight was way better than anything you’ve streamed in the past. His skin was the first to ever belong inside of you: no camera, no viewers, just you two in the heat of the moment. Suguru slipped another finger inside you, picking up that painfully slow pace he had before.
Fingers disappearing into your cunt with ease, filling your room with squelch, squelch, squishh! Your toes curled, nails pinching into his shirt for balance as you fucked yourself on Suguru. You’d always wondered how Suguru managed to be in many relationships, and now you knew why. Your cunt hugged his fingers, as if trying to suck them farther into a sweeter spot. And deep they went. “Haah!?” You squealed, fingers brushing against something forbidden it made you rattle on top of him.
Suguru giggled in amusement, his thumb circling your lonely clit. Pussy still sucking his fingers deep. It was all too much! Your cheeks ached as he squished them harder so you could hold contact. “Can you cum for me?” Then he scissored them, digits bumping against your stuttering walls.“Sugu, hng! f-fuck stop! I'm gonna pee!” you hiccuped as your back arched off his lap. Your stomach clenched as you felt something deep in you about to snap. For a second, Suguru’s eyes widened, staring at how wrecked you turned when his tips rubbed up against your spongy warmth. Then it clicked.
Were you seriously about to squirt? His fingers started to abuse, pound, fuck, at your cervix. Needing to see, to feel, to dump your sex all over him. Suguru needed to force it into a memory. To burn into the back of his eyes. Shove! “Fucking stop!” he paused all movement. Shit, he didn't mean to lose himself. Suguru carefully slipped his fingers out with a loud, Slick! “I'm sorry- Did you- hurt?” His words shook out before he could think. Concern leaking into replace lust. He’d never forgive himself if he ended up hurting you. “I'm… I'm hic! fine. It just felt really intense…” You heaved for air. Your body felt like it was close to electrocution. Suguru wiped your tears with his shirt, mumbling apologies while also making sure you were alright. He didn’t have the heart to explain that you almost squirted. But dammit… You were so close to drenching his lap. He did that to you. To save your embarrassment, he said, “I think you’re ready,” with a reassuring smile that made his eyes crinkle. First, he needed to clean the mess between your thighs. And change his pants.
camgirl manager! Suguru, who was cocooned in his room. He was sitting in his bed. A tissue box nearby that he planned on using later. Suguru lied to you, “Yeah, I have some last-minute stuff, but good luck. Okay?” He felt bad about lying to his best friend, but he also didn’t. Because he was waiting impatiently in boxers while watching your stream on his laptop. Your fingers ran through your sloppy folds, mewling as you prepped yourself for the thick surprise that’d come later. Suguru’s boxers already grew a sticky wet patch, begging for his palm to come in contact as your mewls echoed in his room. For now, he’d refuse to, saving to fist the cum out of his dripping cock when you were plunging some mock dick into you. You lie back against pillows, angling your cunt to your camera in nothing but a skimpy crop top. Your nipples poked through while you teased yourself, shining a shy smile to your audience. Suguru rolled his eyes at your chat. A familiar username which he could never read without recoiling.
iwantto69reader: you have such a pretty smile ;)
salaryman1: i left work early just for you, my dear.
sixeyed_sg: u noobs get in line, i was here first. tell them!!
You purposely ignored fanboy! Satoru to push his buttons. “Aww, you left work just for me? You’re the sweetest. A hard-working man like yourself deserves a break.” You sweet-talked in a smooth-wined manner and spanked your puffy folds. Your viewers flooded your chat with donations; your sweet-talking always got a rise out of them. All in the role of your performed charm.
sixeyed_sg: baby plsss don’t ignore meee 💔💔
sixeyes_sg: cmon flash ur pretty tits for me. pleasee sweet thing??
“Money talks,” you whined out. You giggled at how hopeless Satoru was for just a second of your attention. Satoru wanted you to see him. His pleading made you soak your sheets even more. You never knew how a couple of needy texts could turn you on. You bite down on your lip, finally raising your head to look at the camera.
💰sixeyed_sg has donated you $9,000!
“Just 9,000? I expected more from my biggest fan,” you purred out, batting your lashes at the camera, your usual bait for men to send you more money.
sixeyed_sg: u’ll get more later. but for now stop ignoring me :(
sixeyed_sg: now can i see those breasts tht ur hiding from me, pretty?
“Alright, alright.” You then sat up, lifting your arms to drag the tight crop off of you slowly, teasing your audience. You wondered if Satoru came yet. Your tits spilled out, nipples erect, painting a perfect picture for your subscribers. You pinched nipples, rolling your clit against your soaked sheets. “I'm sorry for ignoring you; I hope you’ll forgive me.” Your wet lips pouted, gasping for air every time you pressed that bundle of nerves against cloth. You started to pinch roughly, making your nipples puffy. For now, you ignored the other chatters as you kept your eyes on Satoru’s.
sixeyed_sg: awww baby, how could i not forgive u?
💰sixeyed_sg has donated you 10,000!
sixeyed_sg: moan out my name. please, baby. im so close.
“Mm, your name Satoru?” you moaned intentionally. Satoru wanted you to say his name so he could cum. Your clit pulsed even more. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”`
sixeyed_sg: fuck ur bf. ik he’s not actually dating u.
sixeyed_sg: u might’ve tricked these other losers, but not me. ik better.
You stopped moving, eyes darting to widen before settling into a neutral gaze. You were wondering if Satoru could really see right through this whole “couple-baiting” act. No, course not. He was bullshitting. Probably. You cleared your throat. “Someone's jealous.” Avoiding eye contact with the camera’s attention all on you. You chose to brush off the suspicion rather than address it. As if that didn’t make you look more guilty. “Anyways, I have a surprise for those watching…”
camgirl manager! Suguru sprang his cock free from his wet, dribbled briefs. He was so hard it hurt. Suguru sucked in his breath; light from his laptop bounced off his sweat-beaded body. His purple eyes dilated as he stared at his screen. You arched while spreading your ass teasingly. “As for your gift…” Your voice was sheepish. Your hand reached off-screen before finally revealing to your fans your secret—a four-inch ribbed dildo in your grasp. Your chat went wild. Suguru went feral. This was finally it. “I’ll take my first dildo on stream.”
topnotchlawyer: goodness, it’s about time.
sugardaddy1145: luckily it’s the exact size of me!!
kamo_: wait… first? pls be careful 😖
ilovewomennnn: go big or go home
This gift was all thanks to Suguru. If he hadn’t fingered you, you’d never be in your room staring at some thick silicone, intimidated. If he hadn’t nearly made you squirt, your fans wouldn’t even be experiencing this moment. Suguru noticed he was bigger than that thing. If four inches scared you, how would you react to eight? “I'm not sure how this’ll fit inside of me… I’m not a professional yet,” you mumbled. Suddenly, your fingers disappeared inside your begging hole. Sschlurp! From the noises your cunt made, he could tell what a mess you were from teasing yourself. slurp! slick! slick! “mmg- so i’ll have to prep myself… l-like my hah! Like my boyfriend taught me to…”
malevolentfingers: finally learned how to finger yourself doll? that’s cute.
sixeyed_sg: hollyyy fuckk. you just keep getting hotter i swear.
Suguru spat onto his palm, not wait any longer. It was torture. He pumped his cock that’s been touch-starved for long enough. His pre-coated shaft oozed down to his balls after being neglected for so long. So messy… “Ohh…” his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Finally. He timed his thrusts, bucking his hips up into his spit-coated fist each time your fingers sunk into that pretty hole. “Fuck, you feel so good… wanted this for so long.” Suguru’s eyes drilled into the way you stretched around your digits, imagining it was him fucking you for the first time. His cock beating into your virgin pussy, pinning your thighs to your ears, reaching places you didn't know existed.
“My fingers aren’t as big as my boyfriend's.” You grumbled, discouraged, trying to reach the places Suguru had but couldn’t. “It’s pissing me off.” Your eyes started to tear up in frustration. He couldn’t see it, but he could hear it. The way your voice tilted whenever you were angry, that adorable pout you had when furrowing your eyebrows. “Trust me, sweet girl, I wish I could help you out,” Suguru whined, biting the webbing between thumb and index to suppress himself. His tight grip squeezed his dicks base, bringing his soggy thumb up to follow his slit. “Okay, think I’m ready enough, guys?”. You pulled your fingers from your cunt with a loud squish. Your pussy juice dripped from your tips to your knuckles. That same hand lubing your dildo. Not the precise lube for your first time taking a dildo.
sixeyed_sg: omfg. yes. yes. did i already say yes?
sixeyed_sg: face the camera this time tho
salaryman: i agree, love. let’s watch you fall apart.
“Okay,” you replied, facing back at the camera with your charming smile. Your inner thighs were wet from prep. Hair a mess, cheeks slightly wet from your earlier complaints. Between your legs was that same dildo. Your soft, sweaty hands coming to stroke its girth as if it were real. You had your eyes on the camera. Your knitted brows told Suguru that you were still anxious. Regardless, you smacked your dildo against your pussy. Loud thwacks! came against your clit and folds, every slap getting harsher. “Mmm, you’re so big…” You gasped while rubbing the toy between your slit; lines of your nectar kissed its plastic coiled tip while it bumped against your clit. Your stomach tensed as pleasure started to build at the bottom of your gut.
sixeyed_sg: thinking of me? :)
That comment sent Suguru off. An irritated “Bitch.” left his mouth as his dick twitched against his sweat-covered thigh. A small part of him wanted to say fuck it, end your stream for you. He could. He had access to everything since he was logged into your account. But how could he? Your lashes batted in thought as you teased your entrance with its tip. Your lonely hole fluttering. Awaiting. God, he wanted to stride to your room and replace that dammed toy. You could use him as a toy instead. “No… thinking about my boyfriend.” You huffed out loud as your hips rolled against the toy’s soaked base. Wet sounds fill your room. Suguru’s body went frigid. Were you joking? Just pretending like you always were? But your tone, oh, it was like you two were actually together instead of playing pretend.
sixeyed_sg: is that so? well why isn’t ur sweet boyfriend here to help that sweet pussy out? hmm?
sixeyed_sg: sounds like a bad “BOYFRIEND” to me lmfaoo
camgirl manager! Suguru, who burst into your room. Your doorframe rattled from the intensity of his barging. You squealed, bewildered, Suguru’s randomness throwing you off guard. This was nostalgic. You turned shaky. You couldn't keep your eyes from climbing his body. Dressed in shorts, down to his painfully obvious boner. Suguru’s long raven hair was free yet all over the place. He was dripping with sweat, his abs glistening as his chest heaved. Suguru held a sulky pout; it confused you. He looked intense. Possessive? Why the fuck was he here? You squeezed your thighs shut around your dildo, your chest mimicking his heaves, trying to understand everything all at once. “Suguru?! What the fuck are you-” " Let me help you.”
“Goddd, you’re so tight it keeps slipping out.” A sharp slap landed on your ass, causing said dildo to slip out of you for the umpteenth time. You both groaned in disappointment, except his slowly turned into laughter. Nails pinched your blankets. “It’s not funny…” You looked up at Suguru, annoyed. You were positioned between his big thighs. Suguru propped back onto his elbows, taking in the sight of your rim twitching. His slender eyes rose to meet yours.
He’d only seen the front of you naked, but the back of you was just as gorgeous. If only he dared to mark the area with his teeth and lips. From this angle, the position made it look like you were trying to take him, despite him being half-clothed. His dirty imagination couldn’t give a fuck. “Sorry, my love. How about we try again?” The title fell from him naturally. You faced forward again, letting out a sheepish babble, cursing at him for being affectionate with you on stream. Like you were an actual girlfriend, scolding your lover for being lovey-dovey with you in public.
Suguru gave your ass a playful squeeze before he reached his fingers to rub your clit in apology. Ohh, you missed this… Missed his hands on your body. “Just focus on my finger and ease yourself down. Can you do that, brave girl?” You nodded; Suguru’s encouragement made you persistent. Persistent in making your acting boyfriend proud. “Can you… Can you…” “Words, sweetheart.” You stiffened, noting how his voice dropped an octave deeper. You felt your clit jump, and so did Suguru. “Can you talk me through it?” you grumbled impatiently. Suguru was being mean again. “Ah, ah. Watch the attitude. What do we say?” Slap! His hand smacked against your clit, accidentally dropping your cunt to the dildo. “Shit, please! Fuck!” It was only half, but it was progress! And it didn’t even slip out. Good job! “Oh, my god. Finally,” he poked fun. You’d roll your eyes if it weren’t for your walls fighting for their life to take in the rest of the shape. “Good girl. Here.” His hands anchored your hips, forcing you down since you couldn’t yourself. Feeling that familiar pressure between legs. “hng! Sugu, it’s too much! I can't!” “Shhh. Yes, you can pretty. You gotta put on a show, remember?”
Suguru lifted your head for all your filthy subscribers to see, your fucked-dazed expression coming into view. You’d completely forgotten them, your stream, how you got here, everything. How could you when your best friend was in your room helping you with something that best friends shouldn’t? Business or not. It made your thoughts, intentions, and motives clash into a single force. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” Your expression is dumb. Your jaw hangs low, your spit connects a line down the valley between your breasts. This was a different type of stuffing for you, far different from fingering. Suguru took advantage of your pause. His hands squeezed the plump of your hips, controlling them at a slow pace to bounce on that dildo between thighs. Your tits bounced in rhythm, cunt gushing around the silicone he manhandled you to take. Tired of waiting, being patient.
“Fucckk, see what you missed out on?” Smack! Another sharp slap came in contact with your ass, reddening the skin. You whined. “Wasn’t your boyfriend right?” Smack! “Aren’t I such a good boyfriend?” Your high-pitched mewls bounced off your room, all your prettiest sounds making Suguru’s cock bounce in his shorts. Arousal dripped down your thigh, dousing your ass that brushed back against his boner, coincidentally here and there. This would be his second pair of pants you made a mess on. His abs tensed. “Answer, girl.” “Y-yes! the best!”
sixeyed_sg: hah, what a lie. shes too busy pretending im the one in her guts rn. sorryy.
Suguru’s jaw clenched; that was his last straw. “That right?” his smile was unsettling. Then, by your hips, he dragged you against his chest, positioning you into a headlock before nipping the sweet spot of your ear. The dildo slipped out of you making you feel empty. “Suguru?” You blinked at him, confused. This new position- oh, it did things to you. His bicep pushed your cheeks together; long hair tickling your face. You felt Suguru panting down your face. He loomed over you, meeting your lost gaze. A chilling realization settled in your chest as he flashed a dark smile. “Who’s pussy is this? Let’s remind them.” His free hand grabbed the toy, plunging it back inside you. You were lightheaded, spots obscuring your vision. Your toes curled, body jerking to pull away. No thanks to Suguru’s bicep, you were kept in place. It felt like your head was about to pop in the best way. “Wait- Suguru! Hngg!” “That’s right. Suguru’s,” he gloated. Suguru’s eyes bored into the camera. Dildo thrusting jusssttt right into your gummy spot. Only one question could fill his mind. Was he still watching? “Hope that answers your delusions, cucks,” he responded greedily.
You didn’t know what Suguru was rambling about, didn’t care. Your legs were in the air, shaking as you felt that spongy spot being prodded again. “Suguru, wait!-“ his tongue pulled at his teeth, creating that “tsk.” He knew what that reaction meant; he’d seen it when his fingers poked your cervix just a couple of hours ago. “Don’t run from it,” Suguru purred, his smooth voice tickling your ear. You threw your head back, kicking your legs as your pussy sucked in its inches. Your vision was turning white, Suguru slowly fading away from your peripheral. “Mmm! It feels weird- ack!” Your body pushed. Your face was shoved into your mattress. It was like you were being ragdolled every second. Each position feeling more intense. Your lashes fluttered, eyes wide as you muffled into your sheets. Suguru was behind you, breathing down your neck, still forcing those 4 inches inside of you. He withdrew his hand from your head, and an unfamiliar noise was heard from just behind. It was like wet skin rubbing together; you couldn’t quite wrap your head around it. Then again, your head was too busy seeing stars right now.
“Look at them when you squirt for me.” “Huh, squir-!?” thrust! “Fuck fuck fuck! Cummi-haah!” You spilled everywhere, wetting sheets, Suguru’s thighs, your thighs—everything in proximity. Suguru watched your body trembling beneath him; adorable. You stared at the camera stupidly, cunt pulsing in oversensitivity before your body went limp, squeezing your eyes shut after being put to work today. You heard a stifled moan behind you, feeling a strange string of cream spilling over that puckering rim. Before you could question it, sleep slowly succumbed to you, bringing you into deep slumber. “Shh, rest.” He reached for your camera, shutting off the stream. This moment deserved to be private for only him. “You did such a good job…” he smiled. Suguru snapped the waistband of his shorts back up. The man was mesmerized. The cum he marked on your ass, like an engraving. Purple eyes blown as he burned the sight into his memory and locked it away. Your snores brought him back from his fog, reminding him that he had a mess to clean. After that, it was goodnight to both of you.
1 month as your manager -
camgirl! reader who still went out on dates. Suguru didn’t fret, though! He knew from past they’d never go well, who was he to waver? So why did you come through that door, expensive bouquet in hand, as you skipped giddily towards him as he rested on the couch? He's nose-deep in his book, but not anymore. His stomach sank as he took in that summery grin on your lips instead of that recurring brooding frown. Suguru arched his brow, glaring at the blue roses in his hand before spreading his arms out to rest on top of the couch, waiting for a response. Pausing for that ramble that always told him how mistreated you were on said date. Selfishly hoping, no praying, that was the case this time.
“It was perfect!” you beamed, as you shoved yourself into his lap, cradling those roses with loving care. Suguru forced a chuckle as he placed his book away, repositioning your legs for your comfort. “Really, tell me about it.” he’d listen closely, try gaslighting you so you’d back away from this guy, maybe? Suguru didn’t know himself, but he’ll reach to succeed. You glanced away in thought before biting back a smile, burying your face in your best friend's cold neck. Your cheeks grew warm in remembrance. Your cheekbones stung from smiling hard today. Suguru would call the sight adorable if it weren’t for the fact that another man was the cause of this. “Well, he didn’t ditch me for starters,” you chortle. “We went to this expensive buffet! He didn’t make fun of me for stuffing my face, well, he did, but not in a bad way, y’know?” Suguru nods. “He paid for everything, didn’t run away when the bill came like my past dates.”
You sighed dreamily, pulling your face away, a genuine smile meeting his fake one. “Suguru, this man’s wallet is fucking packed. Do you know how expensive these custom roses are?” A fit of giggles filled his ears as you inhaled the scent of the roses. Suguru turned bitter. Who the fuck was this mystery guy popping in from nowhere? Surely no one he knew, right?
“You gonna tell me a name orr…?”
“Shoko?” you snorted a little before shaking your head. “Good choice, but no, silly. I’m serious.”
No, it couldn’t be? Not him, right? Suguru always supervised your dm’s with fans; he never found anything about a little meet-and-greet. The only way he wouldn’t find chats is if they talked on a more private app. He’d rather k!ll himself than bear the sight of you and that thing dating. “Sa…toru?” answer coming out of him as it hurt. “Ding! Ding! Ding!” thick silence crammed the air. Why was your best friend giving you the silent treatment? “Hey, I said you got it right.” You playfully shook his shoulder before his larger hand snatched yours. Giving you that stare equivalent to a crow's. “You met a subscriber?” his voice bit, grip getting tighter. “S-suguru? He’s not just a subscriber to me, you know that…” you stammered, your heart screamed at you to get away. But you stayed put. “He’s my friend-““Bullshit. Do you know what could’ve happened to you out there?!” Suguru’s voice rose, causing you to jerk. He never raised his voice at you. “He’s using this opportunity to get into your pants! Do you want that for yourself?” What the fuck was his problem? You were an adult; you knew how to look out for yourself. You didn’t need to be babysat. “As I told you, I trust him! Or else I wouldn't!-“
“Did you fuck him?” Your eyes flared wide. “What?” He tugged your hood down, revealing a subtle but bold hickey your clothes failed to hide. Now you were off his lap, shoving his arm away as you stood. “No, I didn’t fuck him! We just made out,” Suguru's eye twitched. “Why the fuck is that there then?” he spat out your name, as if it disgusted him. “You’re meant to slut yourself out online, not in person!”“Why would it matter to you, Suguru?!” You yelled at the top of your lungs because you were done and done with how invasive he was- done with how you trusted him with your secret, only to regret it in the end—done with how he had helicoptered you now that he was your manager. “It matters because this could’ve ended badly! This is why I had you tell your subscribers that we were in a relationship!”On live, not my life! What in god’s name has gotten into you? Why are you always nitpicking at everything I do now?!” You poked Suguru’s chest harshly with every question.“Why the fuck are you so overbearing?! You cling to this secret every second! Sometimes I wish I’d never said yes to your offer. I miss the old Suguru.”
Tears ambushed your eyes before you could blink. Your voice cracked, feeling that tight lump in your throat. Suguru’s surroundings cracked like a broken vase. Seeing you in tears over him shattered his heart. Suguru wished for your sadness, and the universe granted him exactly that, like some twisted joke. He was meant to be your safe place, not the source of your pain. He did everything to protect you, to see your smile, to provide for you. You didn't deserve this, and Suguru knew. Then a thought invaded him. Maybe he didn’t deserve you… Suguru whispered your name—a plea. You wanted answers. You’ve been confused for so long. You deserved every sick explanation that was to leave his lips. Suguru’s hands were shaking, his heart beating out of his chest, preparing himself for the words that would come next. His nails dug into his thigh, avoiding your teary gaze. Just say it already.
“I'm in love with you.” His confession leaked out of his heart in guilt. It cut through the air. His words punched you right in the chest, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You felt like pinching yourself. Was this some fever dream? Suguru looked utterly demoralized. His signature self-assurance has completely evaporated. You finally caught a glimpse of his true colors. “I have been for a long time now. Three years.” The timid Suguru still avoided your gaze, shielding himself from your reaction. You must despise him. Suguru’s trembling fingers gripped your gentle hands, using the touch to anchor his racing mind. “There’s more I need to say…. You might want to sit down,” So you did. If this were to be the last time they’d see each other, he'd spill the truth—even the bad. It finally sank in just how much weight he was making you carry.
You needed him to account for that. And Suguru did. Describing how you never failed to make his soul awaken like the rising sun, painting the sky in its prettiest colors. Telling you that he sees you from a different perspective ever since that day. Admitting to every lie he told you, to touch himself to your streams, imagining you and him in this make-believe scenario where you belonged to each other. Making you call him yours in stream to fill that illusion for him. Because he was jealous, jealous of Satoru, jealous of the attention you gave to anyone but him, Suguru was obsessed with you, cherished you. You plagued him. And it let loose like a swarm of bees, building this mess for the two of you to clean up. It was wrong. You let Suguru be part of something hidden, and he took advantage.
You wanted to kick him off your couch, to scream at him for being this unfair hypocrite, to throw his clothes out the window and make him leave. Though your heart didn’t. You gazed at the man, willing to give him another chance. Because somewhere inside of you, no matter how many times you tried to bury the hatchet, you craved for Suguru to belong to you, too. The way you’d lay your head on his heart, that warm voice speaking for you as you clung for comfort. The way you were known for hating smokers until Suguru popped into your life. The lonely nights you’d have on stream, eyes lingering at your door, expecting your roommate to hold you as he’d bring you over the edge again. (Not knowing he was one of your viewers, wishing he could do the same.)
You tried to keep your feelings intact, “professional”, disciplining these scenarios to go away. Though they always intruded back, stronger. Your adoration for Suguru consumed you. You didn’t want him to be your best friend. You didn’t want him to be your manager either. You wanted him. Just him. Suguru's head lifts slowly. He looked so frail, paranoid. His half-up is slightly tousled. Eyes that usually glimmered in the light now appeared dull. The skin around his eyes was moist, Adam's apple bobbing in an effort to hush tears. “I’ll start…” his lips trembled, breaking down in front of you. The dam broke. “Leaving.” He chuckled bitterly; he didn’t press an apology. That would be selfish. And if an apology did leave your mouth, he’d carry the oath never to forgive himself. You’d remained completely silent throughout. He interpreted this as a sign that you were never done with him. Forever. He hastily stood up to pack. He didn’t deserve to live under your roof, the same roof you welcomed him with open arms. He obstructed that.
When the tongue failed, the body spoke in motion. You grabbed his arm before that gap of space was made, then closed it. Your lips immediately sought out his like two magnets, your devotion making the clash bumpy, but only showing how much you craved the man that presumed you didn’t. You ripped those pages out and stapled in a new one. Avid hands taking hold of his. Suguru didn't lean in, though his gasps told a different rumor. His tall frame leaned away, for your amnesty only terrified him. No. Your thumbs didn't have to dance against his knuckles like he was the moon to your stars. Your lips that tasted better than in any wild dreams weren’t supposed to slot perfectly against his. He didn’t deserve this, you. So how could you puzzle into him flawlessly, as though you two were destined to be?
His lips suctioned off yours; you let him. Both needing air. Suguru hung over you, astounded. His pre-kissed lips were covered in your saliva, trying to gather what your kiss meant. His damp lashes swept against his cheekbones while he fought to calm down. “Y-you don’t hate me?” Instead of answering, you pulled him in for another kiss, but Suguru’s hands caught you, pulling you back. Every finger trembled like a frightened bird. “I don't understand…” Frantic eyes strip-mining your expression for information. Why weren't you kicking him out? What were you trying to tell him? Suguru was afraid of succumbing to assumptions. He refused to be self-absorbed in what he wanted to. “I need you to tell me…” He begged pitifully, his knuckles turning white as he grasped your hoodie. “You can’t…” Suguru’s voice choked up, trembling. “I love you.” cradling his face in your hands, dabbing away the trailing tears. Suguru struggled to decide whether he had heard you right, only to yield to the sensation finally. It was silly; you’ve been in his shoes a month ago, crying just like he was, brooding Suguru would hate you for his secret. Now the scenario was in reverse. The same tears of fear fell from his eyes because he thought you’d hate him for his. Two secrets killed by one kiss. “Let me love you back.” You tried again, lips touching lightly with caution, seeing if this fight with himself was over.
Suguru’s lips wobbled; the radiating heat of his cheeks against your palms. Was he embarrassed? “Please, Sugu?” An electric shock arched through Suguru’s spine when you stared up with those eyes. Never in a million years would he think that a confession like his would leave you yearning for a kiss. It felt like sin. “I don't deserve you.” The air rushed from his lungs just before his mouth shoved down on yours, swallowing your need as if it were his own. Lips moved in a silent plea, soft as if saying, “I’ve waited forever for this.”
Then his lips crushed over yours, devouring the last inches of air until your gasps melted into a pure, hungry rush. Their mouths were in a rushed dance of clattering teeth and slipping tongues. It was uncoordinated, messy. Drinking each other in, they held each other's stare throughout, making out like a tug-of-war til one surrendered. Your knuckles brushed against his scalp as your fingers tightened to give his hair a sharp yank! hoping to drive him up the wall. And up the wall it did. The tension snapped. Suguru shoved you back until the couch caught you. The roses spilled to the floor, forgotten by you, though he cursed the minor distraction. Blue roses were tacky anyway. His knees positioned by your hips, hands beside your head. Your chests heaved against each other, drawing in air to return for their lungs. You both felt the others' thumping hearts, mutually exposing the love they held.
Suguru’s lips found your face. Lips peppering your cheeks, nose, and chin. “I’ve wanted to kiss you...” Your eyelids trembled as his full lips raced a slow, deliberate path along your jawline. He felt your breath waking heavy when he sucked the skin lightly, testing if you’d push him away. “For years.’” Your name slipped from his lips against the curve of your ear, raspy and soft. You squirmed, his touches making the heat between your legs noticeable. It only got worse when his mouth lingered lower. Your throat clicked on a swallowed gasp as he flooded your neck in hot kisses. “Feels nice?” He took your whimper as an affirmative, then slotted his knee between your legs, dragging against your crotch teasingly. Suguru wanted this to feel right. Real, not entertainment for a crowd. “Is it true… that you love me?” Your gazes snapped together, spotting the uncertainty beneath those purple pupils. Your palm skidded straight up against his neck, using the firm grip to reel him back in for another taste. The answer was doubtless.
Suguru let out a low rumble against your lips as his head tilted, the slick friction of their lips growing louder as his tongue surged deeper. The sudden squeeze of your fingers around his nape provoked him to drive his knee firmly against you. When his lips stranded yours, a frustrated whine drew from your lips, fingers tightening at his neck in a useless bid to force his mouth back. “I wonder if you’re this eager to kiss anyone or if it's just with me?” Suguru’s comment would've passed as a joke if it weren't for his rigidity and piercing smile. He could feel you soaking yourself on his knee. You never took yourself to be easy from just kisses and dirty talk. “Who made you this wet? Hm? Satoru or me?” ”And if I were to say him?” A deep, gravelly chuckle sounded above you. Your banter was cute but incredibly foolish given your position. Suguru’s teeth sank sharply into your neck, claiming the exact spot Satoru had marked. “Who? Say his name,” he dared.
Suguru was rebranding you. All other names vanished instantly, the sharp sting of the bite locking your focus on the man claiming you. “Suguruuu…” To reward you, his tongue chased away the ache before his mouth sealed over the spot, drawing the skin up in a deep, bruising kiss. Suguru’s lips were driving you insane, every suck, nibble, making the wet spot in your panties grow. If Satoru were to mark you first, he’d beat him by marking you plenty. “Is that right? Aw, poor thing. He doesn't know this body as I do. Right?” “mm-hmm!” Your hand swept to undo his bun, watching the dark strands cascade loose and perfectly frame his features. Suguru’s palms crept beneath your hoodie, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your ribs only to stiffen mid-caress. “You had nothing underneath the whole time?” His hand traveled in a slow, torturous path up and down your sides, making you twitch under him. “Was this for him? Couldn’t wait to leave for your date so he’d play with those pretty girls?” You shook your head, voice stolen by the rush of sensitivity. But your greediness was restless. Lifting the baggy cloth, your breasts were full on display for him to gape at, skin begging for Suguru’s touch. “Remind me who these belong to.”
Suguru, whose head ducked to your breasts with a hushed “thank you”, like a man finally permitted to feast. He buried his face against your chest, pressing soft kisses to the flesh. The desperate clutch of your grip at his strands drove his cock awake. “Watching you play with these always made me cum.” You both moaned in sync when his mean thumbs tugged at your nipples, so you’d arch to him. Suguru started to rut into your thigh, p0rnographic whines leaving him while watching your nipple wake. “Always wanted to suck at these. Nhhg, you have the cutest pair of breasts, y’know that?” His bulge felt huge. The way he was using your body made you so horny it felt unfair. “S’guu fucking suck me already.” You yanked his head down by his hair. His lips wasted no time latching onto your swollen tits. You felt his hardness growing bigger against your leg. “Oh my g-ahh!” His palms squeezed your tits together, tongue flicking side to side, saliva catching between them like webs. “Holy shitt, why didn't we do this sooner?”
Your nipples shone in his saliva before he popped them back in his mouth, pulling at them around his lips. “Mmf.” Suguru hummed around the skin before popping them back out— your pussy drenched into the cushion. A sharp grumble escaped your lips at the sudden gap, panting heavily as you pulled his hair to drag his mouth back. Suguru needed a moment to believe it. His face was smushed against the same pair of tits he’d watch and dream of tasting. It didn't matter how long it took; he was going to take his sweet time with you, teaching you how good he’d make your body feel. “Shh… think for a moment. If my mouth makes you feel good up here.” His words slurry, pressing your spit-coated breasts together. “Imagine how good it’d feel down here, pretty.” His palm cupped your cunt. You felt yourself throb when you understood his indication. “Mm I felt that, is that a yes?…”
Suguru, who now had the green light, immediately dragged your pants down and discarded them on the floor. He’d been starving to taste your pussy from the exact moment he first laid eyes on it. Sitting around him unclaimed, waiting in this apartment for him to finally do something about it. His dreams were filled with how good you tasted against his tongue. Were they accurate? You stared as Suguru lay between your legs. You felt a little self-conscious. You’ve never been eaten out before. Would you even taste good? Your legs shifted to close, but his hands stopped you. “Please, baby, don’t.” Suguru’s nose was only centimeters away from those drenched panties. He could smell how much you wanted this. The lights highlighted your every curve, arousal glistening down your inner thighs.
Such a yummy sight… His nose bumped against your clothed clit, whiffing the sweetness. You gasped as you felt him sucking at your dewy hole through your panties. Suguru could taste you on that patchy spot you drenched through. It was hypnotizing... Addicting… He had to pull away, or else he’d cum without getting a bite in. He focused his mouth on your wet inner thighs, sucking and biting the area. “Suguruu, what happened?” Your lips twitched into a pout as your thighs locked firmly against his head. Suguru’s head spun from the crush. “You just smell so fucking good.” His thumbs massaged into the plush. His erection leaked through his sweatpants as he witnessed your clit twitch from the compliment. You couldn't wait any longer, legs crossing behind his head before planting his face into your starved pussy. Your hips bucked against his face before giving him the chance to react. “Fucking tease, I hate you.” You hissed past teeth.
You didn't care if your panties were still on; you needed relief. Suguru's eyes rolled back, his brain short-circuited. Face being used for friction, pussy juice all over him. It turned him on so fucking bad. He ground his dick into the couch, brows arched in bliss, while his lips captured your twitching clit through cloth. “God you!-” Rippppp! Air hit your skin before he went straight to worshipping. Suguru dove in, warm, wet tongue licking a slow stripe up your clit. “Mmfuckk you taste heavely!” His voice muffled from being buried between your legs. You felt that heavy tongue vibrate against your skin, making your nails sink into his shoulders. “Mhhmf, yeah, scratch me.” His arms wrapped around your thighs, sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.
A slow, wet kiss, then a gentle suck. Making out with the most sensitive part of you. Your nails scratched at him as the pressure increased. His tongue drew circles, taking turns between soft kisses and harsh sucks. Your stomach twitched, and his hand moved to steady your hips. You were dying to face-fuck him. You babbled out curses, crying out as you couldn't, his arms held you flat. This was the cruelest head you've ever gotten! “Wanna use my mouth?” To which you nodded desperately. “Awee, c'mon baby, I got you.” He unwrapped your thighs, propping your hips up with his hands. Suguru helped you grind into his mouth, guiding your movements so you could chase.
Now, with a better angle, he resumed. Grounding his mouth against your cunt in a deep, rhythmic suction. “Way better than your vibrators, right girl?” Every grind of your hips was met with a new angle of his tongue. “Mhmm, not even close, Sugu!” His tongue flicked rapidly against your nerve. Slurping filled the living room. Then Suguru doubled down, adding two fingers, curling them to swipe against your walls. “Oh fuck! Hic! Oh fuck!” Your screams were Suguru's favorite sounds. He thrusted his fingers, curling them deeper while sucking your clit in short pulses. “Just like that sweet girl.”
Your juices dripped down his chin and fingers. “Come on… cum on my tongue. Wanted to taste you for ages.” He prayed, voice barely audible as your thighs locked around his head. Suguru was pushing you toward the edge with every movement, the couch creaking under the intensity. Your face scrunched up in overwhelming pleasure, and his mind would never forget it. He felt your barriers embracing his fingers tightly; you were so close. “That’s right, let Sugu drink you up.” The tension snapped. Your back arched off the couch as you split, orgasm crashing over you in sparks. The second your climax hit, fingers slid out of you with a pop! and Suguru drank you in. His mouth worked through every pulse as your thighs trembled against his pierced ears.
Suguru swore he was tasting the best thing he'd ever had. You. Your whimpers were a symphony. His tongue lapped at every drop, making sure not to waste the meal you’d gifted him. Your nails scraped lines along Suguru’s broad shoulders, that overstimulating feeling replacing the waves. “You’re beautiful.” Suguru breathed, finally lifting his head, marveling at your post-climax daze. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sucked you off from his digits then pulled away, wiping your thighs with his tongue before kissing towards your knees, cushioning you back down. Suguru laughed at your blissed-out expression, blinking dumbly as he cherished your thighs. “That felt…” “I know, you were perfect.” Suguru’s mouth then chased yours, sharing your taste. Your arms wrap around his buff frame, pulling him down with you. Breasts brushing against his chest. You pulled back for air, staring up at Suguru with adoration. “I love you so much…” Your words made everything fall into place. “Is that because I made you cum or?” You nipped his bottom lip, making Suguru’s chest shake in a chuckle. “Sorry, sorry. I love you more.” He apologized by bombarding your face in kisses; his jaw still moist as he smelled like you.
You could not ignore his poking boner against your thigh. Moving your leg into his bulge caused Suguru to shake for a brief moment. “Sweetheart...” “If you’re going to rip my expensive panties, you better show me why.” The kisses ended as he drew back, seeking your gaze. Purple ambers holding the same thirst. He was under the impression that you wanted to end things here for tonight. “A-are you sure?” Because, to be fair, your words made him timid. Yes, he’d pervertedly envision his cock in you many times while cumming, but this was real life. You were slapping a fantasy right into his face. You nodded. “Duh.” A slow swear escaped him. Without another word, he scooped you up into his arms with ease, stepping right through the bouquet as he made a beeline for your bedroom. “Hey! My flowers”
You caught Suguru by surprise, shoving him into your mattress, climbing over as you wasted no time grinding against his sweatpants. Your bare pussy drenched his erection, granting him the pretty sight of his crush dry humping him. He lay on his back, hands stuck to your hips, curving you so his tip could bump against your clit. Your folds cuffed his cock through his sweats, stealing his breath as his head fell against your pillows. He inhaled the air, both arousals, and scent filling his senses. Your hoodie slid back into place to cover your breasts, drawing a groan from Suguru as the eye candy was stolen from his view. “C'monnn, strip.” Suguru’s hand tugged at your hoodie, half-lidded eyes blinking in submission. You whined your hips in slow circles, letting out an amused hum just as your thumb stroked his cheek. He leaned in like a cat seeking warmth while kissing your palm. It was first for you -seeing this composed man reduce himself to whining. Suguru’s hips stuttered to meet your rolls, panting pleas as his sweat-slicked bangs covered those attractive fox eyes. “Begging?” You taunted, but you were completely caught off guard. Seeing Suguru desperate underneath you spiked your arousal. God, you needed this man.
“Weren’t you bitching about teasing before you shovedmy face between your thighs?” Suguru sassed, rolling his eyes before pulling to yank the annoying barrier off, uncaringly throwing it somewhere in your room. “Yeahh, there they are. I missed these.” His big hands cupped each breast, bringing your hips to a faster pace. “You’re so greedy.” You panted, though you both knew it wasn’t a complaint. “Such a bully, making me call you my boyfriend, when your dick is always in your pants.” While his hands used your chest as a stress toy, your hands followed along his revealing V-line. His happy trail poked from underneath, teasing you about what rested underneath layers. “Then you snap at me when I kiss other boys? That’s not fair, is it?” Suguru recognized that mock-innocent expression on your face, the same look you’d give your subscribers when you wished for larger donations. Suguru wasn’t any better; he could shit on your viewers all he wanted, but you had just the same effect on him, if not more. Yeah, definitely more. His abs tensed from under his shirt, your delicate fingers on his skin driving him insane with your subtle gropes.
His cock agreed with you. After all this time, he just wanted to let go and let you tend him. “Mmn, yeah? Need my dick that badly?” Then hands slid from your chest down to your hands, guiding them lower till you felt twitching below your palms. “You’re as wet as I am.” You mentally drooled when his pre stuck to your hand, squeezing him to feel it twitch again. Holy shit, how big was he? Knowing he was thick against your thigh was one thing. But feeling him in your hand like this? It was too much to process. Suguru almost bit through his lip, chuckling as the playful glint in your eyes turned into curiosity. “Bigger than you thought?” He gloated, hand fitting over yours now, running your touch up and down. “It’s definitely going to be different from taking my fingers or a toy.” A new spot soaked into his sweats, comprehending that all of him will soon sink into you. “But it’ll feel soo much better… Trust me, I’ll help you take all of it.”
A single second more was too long; you needed him now. Shoving his waistband down, his dick finally sprang free. Has Suguru really been hiding this pretty cock under your roof this whole time? His tanned tip beaded down his shaft to his balls, waiting and wanting. You watched it pulse underneath your gaze. His mouth was slightly gaping as you stared at his dick for the first time. Watching your eyebrows raise and mouth twitch. Were you impressed? As if reading his mind, your thumb swirled around his shaft, your fingers sticky with him as you teased that flushed hole. Suguru’s hand gripped your wrist, not restricting but encouraging. His eyes couldn't fight to stay open, lashes batting while you swirled and swirled. His tongue lolled out, stupidly in bliss.
A broken cry of your name as you drew his tongue into your mouth, the slick, heavy echo of you drinking him in. “Goddd.” Suguru whimpered. He frowned when you pulled away, only to pay him revenge for your neck. Lips attacking and your thumb soothing. His chest shook as your lips lined up his jaw before nibbling and sucking at his earlobe. “Ah! Hold on!” You disobeyed, slipping his ear gauge into your mouth to suck on before pulling away with a clink! He was really responsive. Were his ears his weak spot? Suguru’s hips began to buck, encouraging your fist to wrap around his pretty dick, granting more of your touch. You moaned, he felt so heavy in your hand. His thrusts were rough, calculated. Your pussy fluttered as you watched his dick poke in and out through your hand. The slick sensation left you jealous of your own fingers.
Suguru’s voice got louder, turning pathetic from just fucking your fist. Your hands were softer than his, giving him strokes nicer than his rough ones. “I don't want to cum in your hand…” He breathed, his eyes begging, squeezing your wrist tighter, guiding your hand along his girth more slowly before coming to a stop. “Let me fuck you on stream.” Suguru spat out. Yes, this would be perfect, he’ll claim you in front of your audience and break their hearts. All of their hearts. When you gave Suguru that baffled look, he only pushed. “Please… Let’s show them how good you take dick. Don't you want to show them who I belong to?”
Suguru, who loomed at the bedside naked from waist below, holding your phone that had clattered to the ground during your feverish kisses just moments before. The phone left his hand, landing safely in yours. You looked up to meet his eyes, feeling a bit foolish. “Jeez, I haven't streamed on phone in a while.” “I know.” Suguru’s thumbs dipped into your hips, kneading small circles. Your thumb hovers over the “Start Streaming!” button with a delay. Being a girl who’d fuck herself on stream was normal to you. When Suguru fucked you with a dildo on stream, it was new but not too far from what you were used to. But this? This was completely alien to you. Losing your virginity on stream with eyes all on you felt intimate, raw. Suguru noticed your waver and grabbed your ankle, pulling you closer to him. “What’s wrong?” He bent to kiss your lips with a quick peck, patient to hear any troubles. “I’ve never… m-made a movie… sex tape?” He hummed, understanding the dynamics at play. Suguru wasn’t a virgin. Whenever you asked what losing your virginity was like, he’d give the most vulgar description, clearly an expert as told. He was confident when it came to sex and camgirl, or not, you weren't. Jumping straight into filming your first time was a new territory for you, especially if people were watching. He understood why it made you nervous.
Suguru rubbed your thighs, “We’ll start slow… test to see if it feels right, and if it doesn’t, we can end it.” You felt his dick poking your ass. Even if it were just a second of you two fucking on camera, that’d be more than enough to show everyone he was your first. “Just imagine it...” Thwack! Your clit smushed underneath his length's heaviness. Both of you shuddered at the contact. Suguru lined his cock against your stomach, “You taking all of me in here,” He purred, hands coming to squeeze the spot his tip would reach if inside. “Fucking eight inches into that tight pussy, that’s right girl…” Your phone smushed in your hands when you felt his cock splitting between your folds. Your moans and the mixing of your fluids filled the air between you. Pre-cum slid up against your clit, his cock sliding to kiss the bundle, then gliding himself downwards to coat your hole. “You took four inches on stream, what's four more, huh?” Suguru’s shirt clung to him awkwardly, drenched from sweat. Finally, he pulled the annoying thing off, and air hit his toned frame.
You mapped the muscles of his body with your stare, drinking him in like you were parched. The light from your screen bounced off his chest and collarbones. Suguru’s soft, tanned nipples were full on display, leading the eye naturally down to the structured lines of his six-pack. You finally caught the unholy sight of his bush decorating his V-line, connecting to the cock that was now being sandwiched. You were literally about to fuck a Greek statue.
“Mmh… I don’t think I can take it all.” Your moans mixed when you felt him slyly poke your opening. You jolted, before you could protest, another quick thwack landed on your clit. “Name one thing your manager couldn't help you with?” “Hmmm!…” Your mind couldn't focus answering, not with his cock repeatedly spanking your cunt! Your nose scrunched in both pleasure and frustration. It cracked Suguru up, his smirk growing wider by the second. “The answer is nothing, love.” Now oblivious to the phone still in your hands, you watched Suguru take it from you, using your poor plushie as a “phone stand” to prop it securely, angling the camera so it wouldn't miss a thing. So the lovemaking you two were creating would leave a digital footprint. His thumb hovered over the stream button, then turned his face to you, awaiting your cue to start. His purple eyes scanned your body for any hesitation, but when none came, he chuckled giddily, tapping the screen to start.
The stream’s chat flooded with confusion. Usually, an announcement would be posted along with some risque selfies to advertise a future live stream. This was out of the blue. You weren't in your usual gamer chair setup, and the quality didn't look like it was recorded on your expensive cameras. You always started your streams with a slutty outfit on, whether it be a cosplay a viewer paid for you to wear or sexy pajamas. And your foreplay would go on for a while to build up cash, but here you were, lying naked with a sculpted man between your legs. Donations started pouring in, views growing rapidly, your chatters went wild over the very unexpected shift to this live. Your fans were about to watch you being fucked for the first time!
fatfuckingchud: waittt… WAIT A MINUTEE 👀
malevolentfingers: you never posted anything about a deflowering live.
Readersrealfan: omfg yall are so hott togetherrr 😍😍
mrbooeywoogie: yo can i get next bro?
Normally, these messages would be pissing Suguru off. But he was no longer that insecure roommate who’d jerk off to you. His position as your manager wasn't some excuse to worm his way closer to your heart. You tore down the wall of distraction that blinded him, forcing him to understand that he’d always been your true anchor. He didn't care about your simps begging to have an inch of you because he was the one in between your legs, cock kissing your clit on stream, ready to take your v-card. Not them. Suguru’s shoulders shook in humor while looking over the chat. His eyes move from the screen to you. You turned your head away from your phone, too embarrassed to look your subscribers in the eye.
You’d bravely take a dildo, but when it came to a real dick, you grew shy. It was adorable. “Can I go next, bro?” Suguru read out sarcastically, his gaze catching your hidden smile. “What do you think?” His fingers brushed your hair aside before flicking your nipple. You gasped, head jerking to glare at him. “I guess that’s a no then. Sorry, I called dibs before you guys.” He was flaunting, not sorry at all. Regardless of how many people were in your chat, he was hunting for one specific username. sixeyed_sg. Satoru never missed a single one of your posts or streams. Anything that involved you, he was one of the first to be there. Satoru was definitely lurking, just choosing to be quiet.
“Your little date isn’t in the mood to talk for once.” Bitter remorse twisted your insides. Your top supporter takes you out on your best date, and somehow it ends with you inches away from fucking your best friend. Talk about a plot twist. You felt like an asshole. Your bottom lip jutted out as you avoided Suguru’s stare, but his hand caught your chin, forcing your face into view. “Look at the camera, let them see you.” Pressing your cheeks together, he angled your face towards your phone. His smile dropped with underlying malice.“He sends you home with roses, marks your neck, but can’t even say hello?” A fake calculating “hmmm” left him before shifting his focus entirely back on you, demanding your eyes meet his. “Why’s that? Any idea?” Suguru cocked his head to the side, holding a smirk that made him look like the perfect spitting image of a sly fox.
Your eyebrows furrowed, “You’re mad at me? After the way you came on my tongue?” Suguru’s hand squeezed your neck, making your cunt leak under his cocks weight. Suguru was messing with you, not fair! “I’m not mad!” You meant to yell, but instead moaned when his thumb pressed into the nape of your throat. “You’re so mean, Suguru. Ruining my roses and making me cry…” Huh? Where did this switch-up come from? Ahhh… you were trying to earn sympathy points from your fans. Such a gaslighter… “Meaner than you coming home with him on your neck?” His hand moved to smack your ass, bending down to kiss all over your neck. Moving away to display your Suguru-covered skin to the audience. “Now there's no trace of him left.”
sixeyed_sg: u just had to put ur hands on my merchandise?
sixeyed_sg: i left that gift there for u yk! 😇
sixeyed_sg: wht didn’t like the fact of me touching our girl first?
There that bastard was. As smug as ever today? This wasn't a reaction Suguru expected. The screen caught his smirk, faltering a little. “Our girl?” Suguru’s jaw clicked; His jealousy rushed back. That label made him want to punch the dickhead through the screen. Was he implying that you were Satoru’s, too? Why, just because he was the first to kiss you, while Suguru always hesitated to make a move? That wasn't the case anymore. And you for sure weren't in some made-up shared arrangement; he’d never shared you with anyone, especially not with a bitch. “You still think what my girl and I have is fake?” He cackled in disbelief, sliding his cock slowly, listening to your sweet moans bless his ears. “Her pussy just needed a reminder of who she belongs to. Isn’t that right?” You mewled when you felt a glob of spit land on your entrance, feeling his weight leave your cunt.
Suguru started to pump himself, his head lowering while his free thumb spread spit over your pussy before sinking it into you without warning. “S’gu!” “Shhh, just lubing you, sweetheart. Eight inches’ll be a bit overwhelming if I don’t.” His thumb prepped your walls, giving three small pumps before slipping right back out. You knew who Suguru was talking to before; how could you not whenever he’d grit his teeth every time you brought up Satoru? You could feel the tension in him rise, and it was hot. Jealousy looked good on Suguru. But it made him stall; if his dick wasn’t inside of you in the next five seconds, you were going to take him yourself. “Jesus fucking Christ, you’re taking forever!” You sucked in your breath and angled your hips so his tip could sort of prod into your entrance. “Don’t break your promise. Show them.” Then again and again, waiting for him to give that first shove right in you.
“I’m trying to be nice,” Suguru growled, squeezing your hips, lining himself at your entrance. When your hole poked at his head again, his hips slowly pushed. Gasping, his cock thrusted in, inch by inch. The stretch was intense, his dick robbing you of air when he drove in. Finally, finally, he was inside of you. Nothing on his mind could have prepared him for how it actually felt. Your walls stuttered around him, struggling to take all eight of him. But god did it feel so good. Your mouth fell open as a cry fled your lips. His cock pushed, then pushed, making you feel so full. Fuller than anything you took before. It was overwhelming. You felt him pause once he bottomed out, shaft brushing against your cervix already. Your nails clawed at his bare back, the stinging pain made him twitch inside of you. Suguru squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to take things slow instead of taking you on the spot. You felt too tight, the best. Your pussy was perfect inside and out, from taste to feel. Moments passed as you slowly started adjusting to his size, thankfully catching your breath.
A soft scrunch of your nose betrayed your intimidation of his huge size, but you knew you could handle whatever Suguru was holding back. “I need you.” You panted, your bed dipped beneath as your back arched, feeling a sudden surge of sensation move through your core. “Please, Suguru. I can take it!” You pleaded as your cunt squeezed around him in urge.
Why the fuck wasn’t Suguru moving? All that confidence, and yet he wasn't pounding you into oblivion. Suguru could physically feel your readiness, a silent invitation for him to begin. So what the hell was the delay? Then, the moment your eyes locked, a sudden shockwave ripped through him. “S-shitt…” Suguru spurted ropes of his seed inside of you, his dick pulsing continually from release. You let out a fractured gasp, your mind scrambling to process what you hadn't seen coming. Suguru came undone without effort, completely let down by his own body. Every muscle in his frame was locked in restraint, desperate to hold back his own climax until you had reached yours first. But being only seconds inside of your tight warmth, plus your begging fucked him over. Your wide eyes stared up at him in disbelief.
You would've never assumed Suguru was the type to cum fast. Your walls comforted his shaky cock as it kept shooting your barriers white. You felt him filling you without having the chance to milk him yet. It was so pathetic… You loved it. Every ounce of Suguru’s pride recoiled, making him want to disappear entirely. This was an absolute first for him. His past partners had always known him as someone who could go for hours. But one touch with you? That reputation was ruined in seconds. He could feel your viewers kicking him in chat; he froze completely. Refusing to turn his head to look at their words or move entirely.
“Uh… This is so embarrassing, I-I’m sorry.” His cock slowly inched out of you, already in a rush to leave after his horrid performance. Though his 0-star rating to you was 5. Reaching your arms out, you tossed him. A loud “oof” shot out of his chest, his back bounced against the mattress with creaks, and suddenly, you were on top. The gravity made his cum leak down from your hole to his shaft, smearing his balls. Fuck, he’d cum again from this sight alone.
Surely this was nothing more than an agonizingly realistic wet dream; any second now, your laughter would break and send him packing. Though it never came. Loud gasps left both of you, his broad thighs still shaking from orgasm. Yet he refused to look up at you. “W-what’re you doing?” That's when you slammed yourself down, forcing Suguru back inside while he was still sensitive from the after waves—an abnormal moan left from the back of his throat. The intensity made Suguru grit his teeth, your gummy walls enveloping his girth in an overbearing way. His back arched like a bowstring, gripping your hips for life; this had to be heaven. You grabbed his shoulders, taking control as you quickly got used to moving your hips. You bounced on his cock while watching him unravel from above. And boy was he louuud.
The view was so delicious. His long hair splayed around him like a crown, staring up at you in awe. Even with his eyes rolling back into his head, his gaze caught yours in those quick seconds. Suguru chanted your name repeatedly as his body quivered, fucking him rougher to hear those cries bounce off your room walls. “You’re always suggesting that I fuck dildos, when you had the best one right here for me.” Your ass slapped against his thighs, his tip massaging against your walls from the deeper slant the position gave you, fucking him like a toy.
Suguru, in a trance, watched your breasts bounce above him. The sight of his cock disappearing inside of you and hitting your most sensitive spot, your mouth gasping every time your walls tugged him back in, had him insane. “Fuckk babyy, are you planning to milk me dry!?” His hips twitched up to meet your bounces, finally putting himself to work. His nails dug into your hips, forming crescents, yanking so that you’d never leave his cock. The livestream was long forgotten by now. His cum made each thrust sloppy, filthy sounds every time they connected. You couldn't believe you were lasting this long, taking the lead as you encouraged Suguru with little “Yes, baby,” and “That’s it.” A thin whine escaped his parted lips as you held a rough grip around his neck.
He was too lost in your tightness to keep track of what was happening anymore. Still, when the words “Open” left your mouth, he immediately obeyed. Sticking out his tongue, feeling your spit, and swallowing with eagerness. He didn't care about how hopeless he looked; he craved you like a dying man for ages. You awarded him with a foggy kiss, picking up your speed, feeling both of you getting closer with each spasm and each twitch your bodies made.
“Mhhg! Sh-should I pull out… I already-” “Breed me again.” Your wish was his command. Suguru hoisted you up by your hips, then pounded his cock deeper till he was hitting your cervix. Your vision blurred from tears pricking your eyes. You felt his thrusts getting sloppier, but he was determined for you. Your pussy clenched around Suguru, ready to milk out every drop he’d spill. “There! There!” Your fingers threaded in his strands as you breathed words of praise, the wet heat of your bodies colliding louder. The moment your hold slipped from around his neck, he anchored you close, matching your flesh to his. Suguru’s eyes bored into yours, forehead against forehead as he held your shared breath between you. “Your pussy was made for me.”
Suguru held your face tenderly in his hands. He told you how pretty you looked above him, murmuring gentle apologies for the earlier argument, thanking you for letting him cum inside twice, then saying, “I love you,” granting a final thrust. His abs clenched hard, back arching as heat exploded through him. He chased the coil with helpless little humps. Cum spilled hot and thick between them. Pulse after pulse, spilling relentless thick shots into you. A high-pitched whine escaped you as you came right after. A rush of ecstasy ripped through your core, your fingers twisting into Suguru’s hair as each new ripple made your hips jerk weakly, and your toes curl. A white ring painted his cock, mixing in your juices together, proof of your synced orgasms. Suguru absorbed in the entire sight.
You held onto him like a lifeline, pressing your forehead against Suguru’s neck as your ragged breaths collided. You both gave in a few thrusts before your limbs turned into jelly. “I love you too.” You gave his cheek a few kisses and watched his eyes flutter tiredly with each one. You were leaking all over him, but none of you minded; instead, Suguru clung to you, kissing your hairline. “I think your phone died.” You turned to see where his head was pointing and saw your phone flashing a red battery. “Awhh, it did.” You chuckled, not really caring about anything as long as you were in Suguru’s arms. Your nails absently scratched his scalp, putting him in paradise, yet a question bubbled in his head.
So where did that leave you two? There was no questioning the love between you. But what exact role did he play in your life now? Best friend with benefits? Best friends who now fucked? He fucking hoped not. Boyfriend… Partner… Lovers?
You watched his purple eyes stare off, holding the same spaced-out look the day he asked to be your manager. You wondered what he was thinking about.
“Are we still… just friends?” His head tilted down, voice failing to hide his anxiety. It was painfully obvious to anyone else, but he was terrified of reading between the lines. He needed to hear the exact words from your mouth.
“Suguru,” a laugh erupted from you, but you froze when you saw him flinch, clearly braced for rejection. “You think I’d just let you walk away with my virginity if I only saw you as a friend?” Your tone was hushed, hoping to pull him out of his what-ifs. You watched him calculate your question, licking his lips, too lost to say. “I hope not.” He smiled nervously, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. You frowned. Whoops, not the answer you were looking for. “I was kind of waiting for you to pop the question...” Suguru’s fingers stopped tracing patterns along your back, his heart hammering against his ribs at your admission. It was so fucking blatant. Hearing the shy tremor in your tone, you hid your face securely into the crook of his neck. Ah right… You were waiting for him to finally make a move.
Knowing how much you mirrored one another, you were likely trapped in the same thought. “Can you look at me then, sweetheart?” His deep voice soothed you into coming out of your shell, pulling your face from his neck. His eyes softened as they traced your kiss-swollen lips, and wild hair. Completely struck by how angelic you looked in the aftermath of it all. His thumb followed your bottom lip before coming to cup the back of your head. A million thoughts swirled, making it impossible for him to pick the words for a confession. But your gaze soothed him, your eyes telling him that no matter what, you’d understand.
“Can I be yours?” Every word carried the weight of sincerity. Suguru’s voice was quiet but unwavering about what he wanted in this new chapter with you—the future. Fingers rubbed against your nape, and you said immediately. “I’d love that, as long as I can be yours too.” A smile broke out on both of your faces before your lips melted together for the hundredth time that night. “Of course, love. I’ll take you out tomorrow.” He promised between kisses. “Order all the food you want…” His lips pulled from yours, brushing your hair behind your ear, and admiring his girlfriend. “Andd, I’ll gift you way better flowers than roses. I mean, c'mon? Fucking waste of money.” Suguru snorted. Every girl expected roses, so he’d go all out with your bouquet. Gasping in mock offense, you reached to playfully pinch his cheeks, dissolving you both into a fit of giggles. “I’ll hold my boyfriend to that promise. Can we get tacos?” A smack landed on your butt before latching your lips together for a quick kiss. “Yes, ma’am.”
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