Through the corner of his eye, the person Suguru loved to tease was staring daggers at him, and that someone was you. Well, it was no secret that the both of you— well, mostly you, were at odds with each other.
Honestly, no one could blame you. You wore a grimace whenever he opened his annoyingly smart mouth, using every opportunity to retort with some snarky remark.
On the other hand... He fucking loved it.
He couldn’t help seeing you all worked up; he would earn a glare from you every time he ticked you off, fists clenching in anger. It all made his blood rush straight to his cock, he’s probably wishing your fist would stroke his cock inste—
“Are you even listening to me?” you groaned. Fingers that held a tight grip on your pen, now aggressively tapping against the hard surface. “Bet you’re thinking of which girl to fuck next, you perv.”
He cast you a glance before turning his face towards you. “Hm? Repeat that for me?” Geto cooed.
“Oh, fuck off Geto.” you snap at him, irritation boiling over the fact that he was in fact not listening at all.
“Ya really that indecisive? Don’t get all moody on me now.” he purrs with faux innocence as if he wasn’t picturing you being fucked dumb in his head.
“Your place. I’m heading there at 8. The sooner we finish, the better.” You scoffed, while continuing to jot down notes on your iPad.
“Oh, trust me. I want this over as much as you do, pretty girl.” he drawls out, though, what he probably wanted to say was, “please stop talking like that unless you want me balls deep in you.”
Needless to say, Suguru was obsessed with you, but that’s a secret he intends to keep.
Suguru Geto also intends to hide the fact that every night, his hands would slip inside his boxers, pulling out his hardening length. Propped against the headboard, he palms his growing erection, rubbing the leaking bead of pre-cum over his aching cock. He shakily gives himself a squeeze, once—twice, and starts stroking himself slowly.
His hips jerk upward, the sound of wet plaps echoing throughout his dorm. He runs his thumb across his slit, his mind drifting to you, flooding him with images of that feisty little mouth of yours wrapped around him, your tongue tracing slow circles from the base all the way to his flushed tip.
His head hung low, strands of hair draping over his face. “Mhm, shit—” he grunts, continuing to pump his throbbing cock as his grip tightens with each jerk. “F-f—hah, so good… F’me—” he lets out a breathless chuckle with his jaw slightly ajar, his hips buck into his tight fist, breath hitching with every stroke.
Every drag of his hand felt so fucking good.
And so fucking nasty.
“S-shit—g’nna cum,” his hand began to falter, replacing its steady rhythm with frantic, messy, strokes. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer he’d memorized by heart. He felt his balls tightening as the tight coil in his stomach started to unravel. “Shit, g’nna cum—FUCK!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
All the blood that flowed down Suguru’s cock rushed back to his head. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand only to realize you had been waiting at the door. He stiffly threw on the clothes he found discarded on the floor, tying his hair up in a rushed attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with you standing impatiently, “Took you long enough.” tapping your foot against the pavement
“Relax, you just had to wait around 6 to 7 seconds”
Before you came up with a retort, your gaze dropped to his sweatpants—more specifically the noticeable bulge straining against it.
He noticed where your eyes drifted and a crooked grin pulled at his lips, “...Heh, could use a hand here.”
Yeah… Your schedule’s gonna be pushed back for a few hours..
𓏲ּ𝄢 satoru g. x reader : you and your husband, satoru were supposed to spend your vacation for a break, but you’ll do more than rest!
content warnings: 18+ mdni, explicit smut, husband!gojo, freaky!gojo, titty sucking, cunnilingus, piv sex, raw sex, food play, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, a lil aftercare
notes: tysm for the love and support u guys gave on my FIRST fic since forever! hope u guys will like this one! 🩷
Okinawan summers thrived around its crystal waters, the salty air that clung to your exposed skin in the summer heat, and in your husband’s words, the vibrant, refreshing desserts that make summer even sweeter.
After endless months of juggling missions, along with scheduling and planning, you found yourself on a private resort getaway, stretched across a pool chair, relishing in cool, tangy desserts with your husband, Satoru. It was about time your husband deserved a break — a big one at that — one far way from his worries.
While you stuck with a simple cone, your husband outright ordered a monstrosity, a towering ice cream sundae loaded with mangoes, honey, and all sorts of sugary goodness.
“Mhm, babe, you’ve got to try mine,” he said between spoonfuls of the cool treat, pausing to get a few more bites in.
“That looks messy to eat, Toru. Dun wanna get my clothes dirty.”
He shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his sugary sundae, “Suit yourself!”
While he was scooping bite after bite, you couldn't help but stare at the way your husband licked and slurped on his dessert, traces of it sticking to his palms, and some gathering at the corners of his mouth. The scene before you had you feeling a tingling sensation between your thighs.
Shit.
You were so caught up in the moment, you failed to notice a pair of crystal blue eyes staring right back at you, an amused face spreading across your husband’s face.
“Like whatcha see?” he asked with a teasing grin.
He lifted a spoonful of his sweet treat to your mouth, to which the taste of mangoes exploded in my mouth. When some of the ice cream lingered on your lips, he swooped in and licked it off with a toothy smile.
“Toru! You’re so weird!” You lightly shove him, to which he responds by scooping you into his arms, pulling you in for a kiss. Too caught up in each other to care about the wreck you’ll make. You were the first to pull away from him, and also the first to notice that the cone you were holding spilled all over the both of you.
“Oh Toru, we made a mess” you cupped his face, and he immediately melted into your touch, looking up at you with his soft eyes, a look that made you give in easily.
He juts out a pout, leaning into you, “Help me clean up?”
“Ngh! T-Toru Feels cold!”
In the quiet of your suite, you were currently straddling your husband as he undid the straps of your top, exposing your breasts for him. One hand taking a spoon of the dessert, smearing it all over your chest, the other running up and down the curve of your hips.
“Stay still f’me, gotta clean you up, right?” Satoru said, spreading more of the ice cream against your hardening peaks, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your nipples, your breath hitching at its icy touch.
He pinches your nips and you let out a broken moan, “Yeah? Like when I do that?” Your desperate whines flew straight to his cock. His lips travelled along the slope of your neck, leaving marks you know you’ll need to cover up later. Eventually heading down, his mouth hovered over your breast, soft exhales brushing against your nipple.
Satoru takes one bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. The taste of sweetness clashing with the salt of your skin. His free hand traced upward, cupping the soft flesh of your other breast.
He continued to latch onto your boob, cheeks hollowing with each suck, expecting to draw out milk, “Mmph—mmfh.”
“T-Toru! Too much!”
Your mind was in a haze—ecstasy flooding your mind. The feeling of Satoru’s mouth and hands working in perfect cadence made your head spin.
He parts with your aching bud, rubbing it soothingly as your husband lays you on your back. Satoru plants down kisses from your chest, moving down until he reaches your core. His hands frantically tug at your bottoms, peeling them off to reveal your wet slickness.
“Fuck, y’r drippin’ for me,” he chuckles, parting your outer lips with his thumb, drifting it in an up-and-down motion. Sliding his thumb across your folds to your clit.
He gathered your slick with his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. “Shit, you taste so good.”
He brings his hand and gently eases a finger inside your hole, eagerly watching you squirm under him. You feel his face come closer, breath fanning over the heat of your pussy.
“My wife is so needy for me,” Satoru coos as he drags the flat of his tongue in long stripes. Licking your folds until the hood of your clit. “So good for me,” he groaned, voice sending vibrations that made your body jolt.
He planted his hands firmly against your thighs as he buried himself deeper, lapping at your folds, your juices on his tongue. Satoru focused his attention on your clit, sucking on the little nub.
“Fuck—just like that, more!” Your mouth hung agape as the overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your hands instinctively reach up to fist Satoru’s hair, tangling in your husband’s frost white roots, pulling him even closer.
Satoru pulled away momentarily, a trail of saliva mixed with your juices snapping, chin slick with your arousal, “Yeah? My wife wants more?”
You nod your head eagerly, desperately pleading for him to continue. “Need it ‘Toru..”
Only—he didn't continue, instead he pulled away from your pussy completely, leaving you horny and confused.
“Huh? Wha—”
Your husband’s eyes follow your needy frame, a small smirk tugging at his lips, Satoru pushes himself upright, his body bathing in your sweet glow. His hands went to his waistband, fingers tugging at the elastic of his shorts.
Your eyes went wide as he freed his cock — long and girthy in his hand, with a prominent vein running from the base.
His cock was rock hard, slick with pre-cum as he slid his cock against your wet folds, his tip slightly nudging your entrance.
“Shit, ‘Toru—JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”
Your face contorts from desperation to one of euphoria, as Satoru buried himself to the hilt, giving you time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. He watched in delight as you squirmed on his dick.
You tried to steady your breathing but as soon as he felt a pulse around his dick, he slammed into your cunt.
“Hah—FUCK!”
“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” as Satoru rolled his hips into you at a much faster pace, drawing out moans from the both of you.
His hands landed on the plush of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before hooking his arms under your legs, pressing kisses against your calves before hoisting them on his shoulders.
He pulled out just halfway before pinning his weight against yours as he folded your legs back, your thighs pressed against your chest, “Oh, fuck!”
Sounds of plaps! echoed throughout your suite, the snap of his hips blended with the mix of your moans and Satoru’s hot breaths.
“So—hah, big! Feels ‘sho goood!” pussy clenching on his cock, his dick reaching depths so deep it pulled the filthiest sounds from your throat.
The stretch of his dick inside you felt addictive. Each thrust drove his cock deeeep, bulging tip brushing against your spongy patch of nerves.
“Shit, ‘m g’nna fill you up. G’nna give you my babies, you want that?” He groaned, his head hung low, white strands of hair veiling his face. “Want me to stuff this filthy pussy full with my cum? Have you walkin’ ‘round with my seed dripping?”
Mind turned to mush, you could only babble out yes after yes.
You could tell he was nearing his peak, “My gorgeous wife, you’re so pretty like this.” His thrusts grew faster. Harder. His balls slapped against your dripping pussy. “Fuck—love you s’much.” His brows furrowed, breath falling into ragged pants.
“Haah, love you too ‘Toru” you moaned, also nearing your limit, pussy pulsing around his cock in frantic waves. “Shit, ‘m close..”
A guttural, broken grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering before emptying himself inside you. “Fuck—fuck—fuck, g’nna cum!”
Your orgasm hits you like a wave—your body spasming around his twitching cock as you feel hot, thick ropes of cum pooling deep inside your pussy.
Your husband pushes through his orgasm, rocking his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, your pussy milking him for all he’s got.
“Ah, shit..” He stills, remaining buried inside you, waiting for his orgasm to fade and his cock to soften as he gently eased himself out. Watching as his seed slowly spilled from your cunt.
He carefully guided your aching legs down his shoulders, rubbing your thighs in slow, comforting circles. “Did I go too hard?” Satoru murmured, plopping his weight beside you as he snaked his arms around your waist.
You leaned into him as he tucked into the curve of your neck, his breath fanning your skin. For a moment, the both of you basked in the moment, and right now, there is no place you’d rather be than in his arms.
𓏲ּ𝄢 satoru g. x reader : you and your husband, satoru were supposed to spend your vacation for a break, but you’ll do more than rest!
content warnings: 18+ mdni, explicit smut, husband!gojo, freaky!gojo, titty sucking, cunnilingus, piv sex, raw sex, food play, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, a lil aftercare
notes: tysm for the love and support u guys gave on my FIRST fic since forever! hope u guys will like this one! 🩷
Okinawan summers thrived around its crystal waters, the salty air that clung to your exposed skin in the summer heat, and in your husband’s words, the vibrant, refreshing desserts that make summer even sweeter.
After endless months of juggling missions, along with scheduling and planning, you found yourself on a private resort getaway, stretched across a pool chair, relishing in cool, tangy desserts with your husband, Satoru. It was about time your husband deserved a break — a big one at that — one far way from his worries.
While you stuck with a simple cone, your husband outright ordered a monstrosity, a towering ice cream sundae loaded with mangoes, honey, and all sorts of sugary goodness.
“Mhm, babe, you’ve got to try mine,” he said between spoonfuls of the cool treat, pausing to get a few more bites in.
“That looks messy to eat, Toru. Dun wanna get my clothes dirty.”
He shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his sugary sundae, “Suit yourself!”
While he was scooping bite after bite, you couldn't help but stare at the way your husband licked and slurped on his dessert, traces of it sticking to his palms, and some gathering at the corners of his mouth. The scene before you had you feeling a tingling sensation between your thighs.
Shit.
You were so caught up in the moment, you failed to notice a pair of crystal blue eyes staring right back at you, an amused face spreading across your husband’s face.
“Like whatcha see?” he asked with a teasing grin.
He lifted a spoonful of his sweet treat to your mouth, to which the taste of mangoes exploded in my mouth. When some of the ice cream lingered on your lips, he swooped in and licked it off with a toothy smile.
“Toru! You’re so weird!” You lightly shove him, to which he responds by scooping you into his arms, pulling you in for a kiss. Too caught up in each other to care about the wreck you’ll make. You were the first to pull away from him, and also the first to notice that the cone you were holding spilled all over the both of you.
“Oh Toru, we made a mess” you cupped his face, and he immediately melted into your touch, looking up at you with his soft eyes, a look that made you give in easily.
He juts out a pout, leaning into you, “Help me clean up?”
“Ngh! T-Toru Feels cold!”
In the quiet of your suite, you were currently straddling your husband as he undid the straps of your top, exposing your breasts for him. One hand taking a spoon of the dessert, smearing it all over your chest, the other running up and down the curve of your hips.
“Stay still f’me, gotta clean you up, right?” Satoru said, spreading more of the ice cream against your hardening peaks, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your nipples, your breath hitching at its icy touch.
He pinches your nips and you let out a broken moan, “Yeah? Like when I do that?” Your desperate whines flew straight to his cock. His lips travelled along the slope of your neck, leaving marks you know you’ll need to cover up later. Eventually heading down, his mouth hovered over your breast, soft exhales brushing against your nipple.
Satoru takes one bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. The taste of sweetness clashing with the salt of your skin. His free hand traced upward, cupping the soft flesh of your other breast.
He continued to latch onto your boob, cheeks hollowing with each suck, expecting to draw out milk, “Mmph—mmfh.”
“T-Toru! Too much!”
Your mind was in a haze—ecstasy flooding your mind. The feeling of Satoru’s mouth and hands working in perfect cadence made your head spin.
He parts with your aching bud, rubbing it soothingly as your husband lays you on your back. Satoru plants down kisses from your chest, moving down until he reaches your core. His hands frantically tug at your bottoms, peeling them off to reveal your wet slickness.
“Fuck, y’r drippin’ for me,” he chuckles, parting your outer lips with his thumb, drifting it in an up-and-down motion. Sliding his thumb across your folds to your clit.
He gathered your slick with his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. “Shit, you taste so good.”
He brings his hand and gently eases a finger inside your hole, eagerly watching you squirm under him. You feel his face come closer, breath fanning over the heat of your pussy.
“My wife is so needy for me,” Satoru coos as he drags the flat of his tongue in long stripes. Licking your folds until the hood of your clit. “So good for me,” he groaned, voice sending vibrations that made your body jolt.
He planted his hands firmly against your thighs as he buried himself deeper, lapping at your folds, your juices on his tongue. Satoru focused his attention on your clit, sucking on the little nub.
“Fuck—just like that, more!” Your mouth hung agape as the overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your hands instinctively reach up to fist Satoru’s hair, tangling in your husband’s frost white roots, pulling him even closer.
Satoru pulled away momentarily, a trail of saliva mixed with your juices snapping, chin slick with your arousal, “Yeah? My wife wants more?”
You nod your head eagerly, desperately pleading for him to continue. “Need it ‘Toru..”
Only—he didn't continue, instead he pulled away from your pussy completely, leaving you horny and confused.
“Huh? Wha—”
Your husband’s eyes follow your needy frame, a small smirk tugging at his lips, Satoru pushes himself upright, his body bathing in your sweet glow. His hands went to his waistband, fingers tugging at the elastic of his shorts.
Your eyes went wide as he freed his cock — long and girthy in his hand, with a prominent vein running from the base.
His cock was rock hard, slick with pre-cum as he slid his cock against your wet folds, his tip slightly nudging your entrance.
“Shit, ‘Toru—JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”
Your face contorts from desperation to one of euphoria, as Satoru buried himself to the hilt, giving you time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. He watched in delight as you squirmed on his dick.
You tried to steady your breathing but as soon as he felt a pulse around his dick, he slammed into your cunt.
“Hah—FUCK!”
“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” as Satoru rolled his hips into you at a much faster pace, drawing out moans from the both of you.
His hands landed on the plush of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before hooking his arms under your legs, pressing kisses against your calves before hoisting them on his shoulders.
He pulled out just halfway before pinning his weight against yours as he folded your legs back, your thighs pressed against your chest, “Oh, fuck!”
Sounds of plaps! echoed throughout your suite, the snap of his hips blended with the mix of your moans and Satoru’s hot breaths.
“So—hah, big! Feels ‘sho goood!” pussy clenching on his cock, his dick reaching depths so deep it pulled the filthiest sounds from your throat.
The stretch of his dick inside you felt addictive. Each thrust drove his cock deeeep, bulging tip brushing against your spongy patch of nerves.
“Shit, ‘m g’nna fill you up. G’nna give you my babies, you want that?” He groaned, his head hung low, white strands of hair veiling his face. “Want me to stuff this filthy pussy full with my cum? Have you walkin’ ‘round with my seed dripping?”
Mind turned to mush, you could only babble out yes after yes.
You could tell he was nearing his peak, “My gorgeous wife, you’re so pretty like this.” His thrusts grew faster. Harder. His balls slapped against your dripping pussy. “Fuck—love you s’much.” His brows furrowed, breath falling into ragged pants.
“Haah, love you too ‘Toru” you moaned, also nearing your limit, pussy pulsing around his cock in frantic waves. “Shit, ‘m close..”
A guttural, broken grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering before emptying himself inside you. “Fuck—fuck—fuck, g’nna cum!”
Your orgasm hits you like a wave—your body spasming around his twitching cock as you feel hot, thick ropes of cum pooling deep inside your pussy.
Your husband pushes through his orgasm, rocking his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, your pussy milking him for all he’s got.
“Ah, shit..” He stills, remaining buried inside you, waiting for his orgasm to fade and his cock to soften as he gently eased himself out. Watching as his seed slowly spilled from your cunt.
He carefully guided your aching legs down his shoulders, rubbing your thighs in slow, comforting circles. “Did I go too hard?” Satoru murmured, plopping his weight beside you as he snaked his arms around your waist.
You leaned into him as he tucked into the curve of your neck, his breath fanning your skin. For a moment, the both of you basked in the moment, and right now, there is no place you’d rather be than in his arms.
𓏲ּ𝄢 satoru g. x reader : you and your husband, satoru were supposed to spend your vacation for a break, but you’ll do more than rest!
content warnings: 18+ mdni, explicit smut, husband!gojo, freaky!gojo, titty sucking, cunnilingus, piv sex, raw sex, food play, breeding kink, mating press, creampie, a lil aftercare
notes: tysm for the love and support u guys gave on my FIRST fic since forever! hope u guys will like this one! 🩷
Okinawan summers thrived around its crystal waters, the salty air that clung to your exposed skin in the summer heat, and in your husband’s words, the vibrant, refreshing desserts that make summer even sweeter.
After endless months of juggling missions, along with scheduling and planning, you found yourself on a private resort getaway, stretched across a pool chair, relishing in cool, tangy desserts with your husband, Satoru. It was about time your husband deserved a break — a big one at that — one far way from his worries.
While you stuck with a simple cone, your husband outright ordered a monstrosity, a towering ice cream sundae loaded with mangoes, honey, and all sorts of sugary goodness.
“Mhm, babe, you’ve got to try mine,” he said between spoonfuls of the cool treat, pausing to get a few more bites in.
“That looks messy to eat, Toru. Dun wanna get my clothes dirty.”
He shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating his sugary sundae, “Suit yourself!”
While he was scooping bite after bite, you couldn't help but stare at the way your husband licked and slurped on his dessert, traces of it sticking to his palms, and some gathering at the corners of his mouth. The scene before you had you feeling a tingling sensation between your thighs.
Shit.
You were so caught up in the moment, you failed to notice a pair of crystal blue eyes staring right back at you, an amused face spreading across your husband’s face.
“Like whatcha see?” he asked with a teasing grin.
He lifted a spoonful of his sweet treat to your mouth, to which the taste of mangoes exploded in my mouth. When some of the ice cream lingered on your lips, he swooped in and licked it off with a toothy smile.
“Toru! You’re so weird!” You lightly shove him, to which he responds by scooping you into his arms, pulling you in for a kiss. Too caught up in each other to care about the wreck you’ll make. You were the first to pull away from him, and also the first to notice that the cone you were holding spilled all over the both of you.
“Oh Toru, we made a mess” you cupped his face, and he immediately melted into your touch, looking up at you with his soft eyes, a look that made you give in easily.
He juts out a pout, leaning into you, “Help me clean up?”
“Ngh! T-Toru Feels cold!”
In the quiet of your suite, you were currently straddling your husband as he undid the straps of your top, exposing your breasts for him. One hand taking a spoon of the dessert, smearing it all over your chest, the other running up and down the curve of your hips.
“Stay still f’me, gotta clean you up, right?” Satoru said, spreading more of the ice cream against your hardening peaks, rubbing slow, teasing circles over your nipples, your breath hitching at its icy touch.
He pinches your nips and you let out a broken moan, “Yeah? Like when I do that?” Your desperate whines flew straight to his cock. His lips travelled along the slope of your neck, leaving marks you know you’ll need to cover up later. Eventually heading down, his mouth hovered over your breast, soft exhales brushing against your nipple.
Satoru takes one bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. The taste of sweetness clashing with the salt of your skin. His free hand traced upward, cupping the soft flesh of your other breast.
He continued to latch onto your boob, cheeks hollowing with each suck, expecting to draw out milk, “Mmph—mmfh.”
“T-Toru! Too much!”
Your mind was in a haze—ecstasy flooding your mind. The feeling of Satoru’s mouth and hands working in perfect cadence made your head spin.
He parts with your aching bud, rubbing it soothingly as your husband lays you on your back. Satoru plants down kisses from your chest, moving down until he reaches your core. His hands frantically tug at your bottoms, peeling them off to reveal your wet slickness.
“Fuck, y’r drippin’ for me,” he chuckles, parting your outer lips with his thumb, drifting it in an up-and-down motion. Sliding his thumb across your folds to your clit.
He gathered your slick with his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean. “Shit, you taste so good.”
He brings his hand and gently eases a finger inside your hole, eagerly watching you squirm under him. You feel his face come closer, breath fanning over the heat of your pussy.
“My wife is so needy for me,” Satoru coos as he drags the flat of his tongue in long stripes. Licking your folds until the hood of your clit. “So good for me,” he groaned, voice sending vibrations that made your body jolt.
He planted his hands firmly against your thighs as he buried himself deeper, lapping at your folds, your juices on his tongue. Satoru focused his attention on your clit, sucking on the little nub.
“Fuck—just like that, more!” Your mouth hung agape as the overwhelming pleasure washed over you. Your hands instinctively reach up to fist Satoru’s hair, tangling in your husband’s frost white roots, pulling him even closer.
Satoru pulled away momentarily, a trail of saliva mixed with your juices snapping, chin slick with your arousal, “Yeah? My wife wants more?”
You nod your head eagerly, desperately pleading for him to continue. “Need it ‘Toru..”
Only—he didn't continue, instead he pulled away from your pussy completely, leaving you horny and confused.
“Huh? Wha—”
Your husband’s eyes follow your needy frame, a small smirk tugging at his lips, Satoru pushes himself upright, his body bathing in your sweet glow. His hands went to his waistband, fingers tugging at the elastic of his shorts.
Your eyes went wide as he freed his cock — long and girthy in his hand, with a prominent vein running from the base.
His cock was rock hard, slick with pre-cum as he slid his cock against your wet folds, his tip slightly nudging your entrance.
“Shit, ‘Toru—JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!”
Your face contorts from desperation to one of euphoria, as Satoru buried himself to the hilt, giving you time to adjust to the sudden intrusion. He watched in delight as you squirmed on his dick.
You tried to steady your breathing but as soon as he felt a pulse around his dick, he slammed into your cunt.
“Hah—FUCK!”
“What my wife wants, my wife gets,” as Satoru rolled his hips into you at a much faster pace, drawing out moans from the both of you.
His hands landed on the plush of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh before hooking his arms under your legs, pressing kisses against your calves before hoisting them on his shoulders.
He pulled out just halfway before pinning his weight against yours as he folded your legs back, your thighs pressed against your chest, “Oh, fuck!”
Sounds of plaps! echoed throughout your suite, the snap of his hips blended with the mix of your moans and Satoru’s hot breaths.
“So—hah, big! Feels ‘sho goood!” pussy clenching on his cock, his dick reaching depths so deep it pulled the filthiest sounds from your throat.
The stretch of his dick inside you felt addictive. Each thrust drove his cock deeeep, bulging tip brushing against your spongy patch of nerves.
“Shit, ‘m g’nna fill you up. G’nna give you my babies, you want that?” He groaned, his head hung low, white strands of hair veiling his face. “Want me to stuff this filthy pussy full with my cum? Have you walkin’ ‘round with my seed dripping?”
Mind turned to mush, you could only babble out yes after yes.
You could tell he was nearing his peak, “My gorgeous wife, you’re so pretty like this.” His thrusts grew faster. Harder. His balls slapped against your dripping pussy. “Fuck—love you s’much.” His brows furrowed, breath falling into ragged pants.
“Haah, love you too ‘Toru” you moaned, also nearing your limit, pussy pulsing around his cock in frantic waves. “Shit, ‘m close..”
A guttural, broken grunt escapes him, his hips stuttering before emptying himself inside you. “Fuck—fuck—fuck, g’nna cum!”
Your orgasm hits you like a wave—your body spasming around his twitching cock as you feel hot, thick ropes of cum pooling deep inside your pussy.
Your husband pushes through his orgasm, rocking his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, your pussy milking him for all he’s got.
“Ah, shit..” He stills, remaining buried inside you, waiting for his orgasm to fade and his cock to soften as he gently eased himself out. Watching as his seed slowly spilled from your cunt.
He carefully guided your aching legs down his shoulders, rubbing your thighs in slow, comforting circles. “Did I go too hard?” Satoru murmured, plopping his weight beside you as he snaked his arms around your waist.
You leaned into him as he tucked into the curve of your neck, his breath fanning your skin. For a moment, the both of you basked in the moment, and right now, there is no place you’d rather be than in his arms.
Through the corner of his eye, the person Suguru loved to tease was staring daggers at him, and that someone was you. Well, it was no secret that the both of you— well, mostly you, were at odds with each other.
Honestly, no one could blame you. You wore a grimace whenever he opened his annoyingly smart mouth, using every opportunity to retort with some snarky remark.
On the other hand... He fucking loved it.
He couldn’t help seeing you all worked up; he would earn a glare from you every time he ticked you off, fists clenching in anger. It all made his blood rush straight to his cock, he’s probably wishing your fist would stroke his cock inste—
“Are you even listening to me?” you groaned. Fingers that held a tight grip on your pen, now aggressively tapping against the hard surface. “Bet you’re thinking of which girl to fuck next, you perv.”
He cast you a glance before turning his face towards you. “Hm? Repeat that for me?” Geto cooed.
“Oh, fuck off Geto.” you snap at him, irritation boiling over the fact that he was in fact not listening at all.
“Ya really that indecisive? Don’t get all moody on me now.” he purrs with faux innocence as if he wasn’t picturing you being fucked dumb in his head.
“Your place. I’m heading there at 8. The sooner we finish, the better.” You scoffed, while continuing to jot down notes on your iPad.
“Oh, trust me. I want this over as much as you do, pretty girl.” he drawls out, though, what he probably wanted to say was, “please stop talking like that unless you want me balls deep in you.”
Needless to say, Suguru was obsessed with you, but that’s a secret he intends to keep.
Suguru Geto also intends to hide the fact that every night, his hands would slip inside his boxers, pulling out his hardening length. Propped against the headboard, he palms his growing erection, rubbing the leaking bead of pre-cum over his aching cock. He shakily gives himself a squeeze, once—twice, and starts stroking himself slowly.
His hips jerk upward, the sound of wet plaps echoing throughout his dorm. He runs his thumb across his slit, his mind drifting to you, flooding him with images of that feisty little mouth of yours wrapped around him, your tongue tracing slow circles from the base all the way to his flushed tip.
His head hung low, strands of hair draping over his face. “Mhm, shit—” he grunts, continuing to pump his throbbing cock as his grip tightens with each jerk. “F-f—hah, so good… F’me—” he lets out a breathless chuckle with his jaw slightly ajar, his hips buck into his tight fist, breath hitching with every stroke.
Every drag of his hand felt so fucking good.
And so fucking nasty.
“S-shit—g’nna cum,” his hand began to falter, replacing its steady rhythm with frantic, messy, strokes. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer he’d memorized by heart. He felt his balls tightening as the tight coil in his stomach started to unravel. “Shit, g’nna cum—FUCK!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
All the blood that flowed down Suguru’s cock rushed back to his head. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand only to realize you had been waiting at the door. He stiffly threw on the clothes he found discarded on the floor, tying his hair up in a rushed attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with you standing impatiently, “Took you long enough.” tapping your foot against the pavement
“Relax, you just had to wait around 6 to 7 seconds”
Before you came up with a retort, your gaze dropped to his sweatpants—more specifically the noticeable bulge straining against it.
He noticed where your eyes drifted and a crooked grin pulled at his lips, “...Heh, could use a hand here.”
Yeah… Your schedule’s gonna be pushed back for a few hours..
Through the corner of his eye, the person Suguru loved to tease was staring daggers at him, and that someone was you. Well, it was no secret that the both of you— well, mostly you, were at odds with each other.
Honestly, no one could blame you. You wore a grimace whenever he opened his annoyingly smart mouth, using every opportunity to retort with some snarky remark.
On the other hand... He fucking loved it.
He couldn’t help seeing you all worked up; he would earn a glare from you every time he ticked you off, fists clenching in anger. It all made his blood rush straight to his cock, he’s probably wishing your fist would stroke his cock inste—
“Are you even listening to me?” you groaned. Fingers that held a tight grip on your pen, now aggressively tapping against the hard surface. “Bet you’re thinking of which girl to fuck next, you perv.”
He cast you a glance before turning his face towards you. “Hm? Repeat that for me?” Geto cooed.
“Oh, fuck off Geto.” you snap at him, irritation boiling over the fact that he was in fact not listening at all.
“Ya really that indecisive? Don’t get all moody on me now.” he purrs with faux innocence as if he wasn’t picturing you being fucked dumb in his head.
“Your place. I’m heading there at 8. The sooner we finish, the better.” You scoffed, while continuing to jot down notes on your iPad.
“Oh, trust me. I want this over as much as you do, pretty girl.” he drawls out, though, what he probably wanted to say was, “please stop talking like that unless you want me balls deep in you.”
Needless to say, Suguru was obsessed with you, but that’s a secret he intends to keep.
Suguru Geto also intends to hide the fact that every night, his hands would slip inside his boxers, pulling out his hardening length. Propped against the headboard, he palms his growing erection, rubbing the leaking bead of pre-cum over his aching cock. He shakily gives himself a squeeze, once—twice, and starts stroking himself slowly.
His hips jerk upward, the sound of wet plaps echoing throughout his dorm. He runs his thumb across his slit, his mind drifting to you, flooding him with images of that feisty little mouth of yours wrapped around him, your tongue tracing slow circles from the base all the way to his flushed tip.
His head hung low, strands of hair draping over his face. “Mhm, shit—” he grunts, continuing to pump his throbbing cock as his grip tightens with each jerk. “F-f—hah, so good… F’me—” he lets out a breathless chuckle with his jaw slightly ajar, his hips buck into his tight fist, breath hitching with every stroke.
Every drag of his hand felt so fucking good.
And so fucking nasty.
“S-shit—g’nna cum,” his hand began to falter, replacing its steady rhythm with frantic, messy, strokes. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer he’d memorized by heart. He felt his balls tightening as the tight coil in his stomach started to unravel. “Shit, g’nna cum—FUCK!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
All the blood that flowed down Suguru’s cock rushed back to his head. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand only to realize you had been waiting at the door. He stiffly threw on the clothes he found discarded on the floor, tying his hair up in a rushed attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with you standing impatiently, “Took you long enough.” tapping your foot against the pavement
“Relax, you just had to wait around 6 to 7 seconds”
Before you came up with a retort, your gaze dropped to his sweatpants—more specifically the noticeable bulge straining against it.
He noticed where your eyes drifted and a crooked grin pulled at his lips, “...Heh, could use a hand here.”
Yeah… Your schedule’s gonna be pushed back for a few hours..
Through the corner of his eye, the person Suguru loved to tease was staring daggers at him, and that someone was you. Well, it was no secret that the both of you— well, mostly you, were at odds with each other.
Honestly, no one could blame you. You wore a grimace whenever he opened his annoyingly smart mouth, using every opportunity to retort with some snarky remark.
On the other hand... He fucking loved it.
He couldn’t help seeing you all worked up; he would earn a glare from you every time he ticked you off, fists clenching in anger. It all made his blood rush straight to his cock, he’s probably wishing your fist would stroke his cock inste—
“Are you even listening to me?” you groaned. Fingers that held a tight grip on your pen, now aggressively tapping against the hard surface. “Bet you’re thinking of which girl to fuck next, you perv.”
He cast you a glance before turning his face towards you. “Hm? Repeat that for me?” Geto cooed.
“Oh, fuck off Geto.” you snap at him, irritation boiling over the fact that he was in fact not listening at all.
“Ya really that indecisive? Don’t get all moody on me now.” he purrs with faux innocence as if he wasn’t picturing you being fucked dumb in his head.
“Your place. I’m heading there at 8. The sooner we finish, the better.” You scoffed, while continuing to jot down notes on your iPad.
“Oh, trust me. I want this over as much as you do, pretty girl.” he drawls out, though, what he probably wanted to say was, “please stop talking like that unless you want me balls deep in you.”
Needless to say, Suguru was obsessed with you, but that’s a secret he intends to keep.
Suguru Geto also intends to hide the fact that every night, his hands would slip inside his boxers, pulling out his hardening length. Propped against the headboard, he palms his growing erection, rubbing the leaking bead of pre-cum over his aching cock. He shakily gives himself a squeeze, once—twice, and starts stroking himself slowly.
His hips jerk upward, the sound of wet plaps echoing throughout his dorm. He runs his thumb across his slit, his mind drifting to you, flooding him with images of that feisty little mouth of yours wrapped around him, your tongue tracing slow circles from the base all the way to his flushed tip.
His head hung low, strands of hair draping over his face. “Mhm, shit—” he grunts, continuing to pump his throbbing cock as his grip tightens with each jerk. “F-f—hah, so good… F’me—” he lets out a breathless chuckle with his jaw slightly ajar, his hips buck into his tight fist, breath hitching with every stroke.
Every drag of his hand felt so fucking good.
And so fucking nasty.
“S-shit—g’nna cum,” his hand began to falter, replacing its steady rhythm with frantic, messy, strokes. Your name spilling from his lips like a prayer he’d memorized by heart. He felt his balls tightening as the tight coil in his stomach started to unravel. “Shit, g’nna cum—FUCK!”
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
All the blood that flowed down Suguru’s cock rushed back to his head. He grabbed his phone from his nightstand only to realize you had been waiting at the door. He stiffly threw on the clothes he found discarded on the floor, tying his hair up in a rushed attempt to look somewhat presentable.
As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted with you standing impatiently, “Took you long enough.” tapping your foot against the pavement
“Relax, you just had to wait around 6 to 7 seconds”
Before you came up with a retort, your gaze dropped to his sweatpants—more specifically the noticeable bulge straining against it.
He noticed where your eyes drifted and a crooked grin pulled at his lips, “...Heh, could use a hand here.”
Yeah… Your schedule’s gonna be pushed back for a few hours.
The rally, while demanding justice to the politicians who stole from us, is also a cry for the Filipino people.
Our local tinderas, our taxi drivers, jeepney drivers and kuya tricycles, our construction workers, our small business owners who keep everyone afloat when the goverment can't, our college students who work hard to pay for their tuitions and those who work to the bone to support their families, even our non-working children who have to navigate through flood that could be avoided: all of these people, all taxpayers, deserve accountability and transparency from the so called "public servants".
They deserve so much more than the iota the government is giving them.
suguru. g loves to take care of his hair. and he loves taking care of yours as if it was his own
The bathwater’s gone lukewarm by now, but you’re too drowsy to care, your back resting against the broad, bare warmth of Suguru’s chest. His knees are bent by your hips, legs stretched on either side of yours, anchoring you in the water like a cradle. You sigh as his fingers part your hair again, slow and deliberate.
“Lean back a little.” He murmurs, voice soft and low by your ear.
You obey, and he tilts your head gently with one hand while the other cups water, pouring it over your crown. It trickles down in warm rivulets, trailing your temples and ears, dripping from your chin back into the tub. His fingers follow, combing through soaked strands like he’s sculpting something precious. No rush. No roughness. Just patience, reverence.
The scent of his shampoo lingers in the air, faintly floral and familiar now because it lingers on your pillow, too. He rubs the lather in with careful circles, massaging your scalp like it’s an art form, thumbs pressing just right, knuckles never tugging.
“I read somewhere that you’re supposed to work the roots, not the ends.” He says absently, and you can feel him smiling against the back of your head. “If you scrub the ends, you just dry them out. They’re delicate. You gotta treat them like silk.”
“Mmm.” You hum, eyes closed. “You treat my hair better than I do.”
“Obviously.” He snorts, but he kisses your temple right after.
When he rinses the suds, he cups your forehead to keep the water out of your eyes. Every movement is unhurried. He doesn’t speak much while he does this, but he doesn’t need to. It’s all there in his touch: the way his nails skim your scalp like whispers, how he runs his fingers through each strand to make sure it’s smooth and tangle-free before he conditions it.
You’ve never seen him carelessly do anything with his hair. And now, with yours, he treats it like an extension of his own pride. Like it’s sacred. Like you are.
“You always take this long?” You murmur, lazily opening one eye.
He leans down, his nose brushing your wet shoulder. “You’re lucky I’m not doing the whole routine. I usually mask, oil, and steam too.”
You laugh, but you already know you’d let him. You’d sit between his knees in every bath for the rest of your life if he let you.
And the way his arms curl loosely around your waist, holding you there like you belong, maybe he would.
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