He’s laid out on the bed beneath you, a breathless mess, as your ass bounces on him. His large hands caressing your ass. Warm and possessive without meaning to be, guiding you down onto him like he can’t help himself.
The room is dim, soft shadows dancing across his skin, and for a moment you forget how complicated this is. How dangerous it feels to want him like this.
You glance back at him, expecting a smirk, a tease or something cocky.
Instead, he’s a mumbling mess.
Muttering broken things into the air, eyes half lidded as your pussy clenches around him.
The headboard creaks softly behind you, and your gaze drifts to the picture frame on the bedside table.
Two kids in a playground.
Two kids who had no idea they’d grow up to end up like… this.
The contrast hits you.
Maybe this always was inevitable.
“Ah ah” he hisses through his teeth as you slow down, rolling your hips instead of bouncing.
His fingers dig a little deeper into your skin. Not enough to stop you, just enough to make your breath catch.
“Fuck” he groans, “don’t do that to me” voice rough, almost pleading as you grind against him with agonising, deliberate slowness.
You lean forward hands on his stomach, feeling the way it tenses under your palms.
“Why?” you whisper, lips brushing the air above his skin. “You like it.”
He shudders beneath you. Head tilting back, breath caught somewhere between a moan and your name.
When you first met SUGURU he had given you a hard time because you couldn’t quite get the pronunciation of his name right. He loved teasing you about it, lips curling into a smirk. “Say my name, you keep messing up one little syllable” he’d say.
But deep down, it wasn’t about your pronunciation. Not really. You said it just fine, just like everyone else. But he wanted to hear it from you more often than necessary. Wanted to make you say his name, again and again, until it rolled off your tongue effortlessly. Until it became second nature.
Now you say his name confidently.
“Say my name”
“Suguru” you choke out between thrusts.
“Say my name,” he murmurs again, his voice dark with satisfaction.
“Suguru” you gasp, body arching beneath him as he thrusts deeper and deliberate.
A pleased hum vibrates against your skin as his lips trace the curve of your jaw. “There you go,” he coos, his pace never faltering. “Knew you could say it right.”
His hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, grounding you as waves of pleasure roll through your body. You’re barely holding on, barely able to think beyond the way he fills you - owns you in this moment.
“One more time,” he taunts, his voice thick with amusement, with lust. His fingers slip between your legs, rubbing slow, teasing circles against your clit.
“Come on, pretty girl. Let me hear it.”
Your breath stutters, nails dragging along his back as a broken moan tumbles past your lips. “Suguru”
Your voice falters as pleasure crashes into you, as his name spills from your lips in a cry, just like he wanted. Just like he knew it would.
He groans, burying himself deeper, eyes dark and wild as he watches you unravel beneath him. “That’s it,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips, his smirk returning. “Knew you’d get it right eventually.”
And with the way he’s ruining you, you’ll never forget it.
Thinking about how perfect life would be if Nanami was your husband. Treated like a lady in public whilst he fucked you like slut in private. He radiated every bit of respect and class. You would never have to ask for anything. Perfume? Yours. Designer bags? A given. Back shots while he bends you over his desk? Out of the question. His tie stuffed in your mouth, silencing your moans as you mumble in pleasure. His deep voice calling you his “good girl” makes your pussy clench, unraveling under his touch. Yes, he’s a gentleman for sure, but behind closed doors is where you see the darker unrestrained side of him that he only reserves for you.
Every moment with him is intoxicating. The difference between the reserved man in public and the passionate one in private is enough to make your head spin. You love your weekends together; a dream felt routine where grocery shopping turns into stolen moments, his hand brushing your lower back, his lips grazing your ear with promises of what's to come. And when you get home? The groceries aren't the only thing getting ate. His hands explore, his lips worship, and he reminds you just how much he cherishes you.
Yoongi hated seeing you cry. He hated to see the wetness of your cheeks and the slight puffiness of your eyes, given any situation he’d make it his right to avoid it - like when he accidentally spoke to you in a different tone, or when he was being short with you one time. But he couldn’t help the feeling he got when he heard you cry out for him as you became eager and eager for more of his touch.
Especially when he had a full view of you lose it as you grind on top of him. Rubbing your clothed throbbing pussy against his cock. You were desperate for more, the wet patch on the fabric of your panties full proof. He could tell you were on the verge of tears as you eagerly rocked against him, trying to ease the tension between your legs. Eyes shut tightly as your pussy ached for something more.
You were so needy - so good for him.
It made him go feral every-time he noticed the first tear escape your eye, and then when the rest followed along with your whiny whimpers and soft cries did he tell himself this was probably one of his favourite sights.
His hands would run up your stomach, caressing your breasts - thumb circling over your hardened nipples as you trembled with pleasure. His cock was a twitching - leaky mess too - seeing you in that state was just enough to get his cock rock hard and ready to fuck you, and when he feels your clothed pussy against him does he go even more insane.
He’d give in to your plees, fucking you just the way you like. Eyes lighting up in awe as he watches you in all your glory as he pounds you from below, your hands caressing the bare skin of his torso, working up towards his neck, playing with the silver chain hanging loosely around it.
His lips would kiss your tear stained cheeks whispering praises in your ear, a small smirk hidden on his face. He hated it but he truly couldn’t resist it.
His fingers—ones he knew were your weakness— would trail feather-light across your skin, sending chills up your spine. He’d caress your neck, tilting your head just enough so he could see your pretty face better, admiring you as you took him so well. Because he wanted to see it all, every whimper, every cry, every tear that escaped your eyes.
The way he made you act. Like a baby.
His crybaby.
The nickname he never let you forget.
He’d coo some meaningless sentence like, “hey hey, shh… I got you” caressing your wet cheek knowing damn well he thrives off of seeing you in such a state like this. His cock hits every spot inside you, making you cry out more as overstimulation consumes you with each movement against your skin.
“Yoongi… i-i”, you stutter unable to form a proper sentence. And who can blame you when his cock is pounding deep inside your wet cunt, your body collapsed on top of him as you’re unable to support yourself due to his harsh movements. He supports you by wrapping his arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he takes control.
His eyes never stray away from your face - mesmerised.
“Don’t cry, baby” he bites his lip as his thrusts continue, knocking you forward with each movement. If your eyes weren’t so blurred by your tears and the grip he has around your neck, you would be able to see the mischievous glint in his eye.
He catches your cries with a sloppy kiss. Giving you a sympathetic look as he says, “ah you’re close aren’t you baby?” As he can feel your pussy clench repeatedly. Your eyes shut tightly as you try your best to keep your composure. Even though you’re a mess already.
“Look at me”
He brings his hands towards yours, holding them as he eases you through your orgasm. He kisses your knuckles, eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you.
When he feels you come undone around him, wetness coating his thighs - he caresses your body, shushing you as you shake and cry. His lips kissing your shoulder as you slowly unwind.
And when he’s finished with you - you near enough falling asleep, he will kiss along your skin. Praising you every way he can with words like, “You took me so well” and “I’m proud of you”. Words he knows has you weak. Running his slender fingers along your back caressing your skin, soothing you to sleep. Slowly working along towards your shoulders as he massages them until he hears the soft sound of your snores.
Taehyung had a habit of making you watch yourself in the mirror as he pleased you. The glow of the dimly lit room casting a soft golden hue over your reflection. Taehyung standing behind you, his chest flush against your back, his arms wrapped securely around you.
Presence solid, warm, and intoxicating. His dark eyes meet yours in the mirror, filled with something deeper than desire—something reassuring, grounding.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands trace slow, deliberate patterns over your bare skin. His lips brushing your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
Your breath hitches as his fingers glide lower, teasing, testing. “You’re doing so well for me, baby,” he whispers, the deep tone of his voice washing over you like a lullaby. He knows he has you in a vulnerable position - bare and open. But he’s proud of you, he wants you to see what he sees every time he touches you and fucks you. You should be able to witness how beautiful you look when you take him.
His finger circles around your wet hole - collecting the moisture before sliding in between your folds. You jerk at the soothing and sinful touch, chest rising as you study yourself in the mirror. Your face flushed, skin glowing, and eyes glimmering. Your eyes lower to his slender fingers as they rub your clit - causing your knees to buckle.
“I’ve got you” his voice soothes you as you adjust to the feeling of this intense pleasure. His hold around you tightens when he adds a finger inside you, slowly pumping it in and out - earning a few breathless sighs from you. Every whispered praise, every slow stroke of his fingers, every deliberate movement pulls you deeper into the moment, into him.
Your fingers clutch at the cool surface of the vanity, your body arching into his touch. “Taehyung…” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut, but he tuts softly, one hand tilting your chin back up.
“Look at yourself,” he orders gently, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “I want you to see how perfect you are—how much I adore you.”
His touch is slow, reverent, as if he’s savoring every inch of you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “Every part of you. Do you see what I see?”
You nod, breath catching as his fingers trace down your sides, teasing, exploring. He watches your expression in the mirror, eyes dark yet tender. When your gaze flickers downward, hesitant, he tilts your chin back up with gentle fingers.
“Don’t look away,” he whispers.
His hands continue their slow worship, and a soft whimper escapes your lips. He shushes you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re doing so well for me, baby. Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
You exhale shakily, leaning into him, trusting him. He strokes soothing circles into your skin, grounding you. “I’ve got you,” he reassures. “I always do. Just focus on me. Focus on how good you feel.”
His movements become more deliberate, his lips trailing along your neck as he whispers, “You deserve this. You deserve to be cherished.”
And in that moment, with his warmth surrounding you, his touch guiding you, you believe him.
If you’re taking requests can I please request jungkook first time with no condom and he makes her squirt for the first time, they go for a second round bc jungkook is obsessed 💋😌 size kink + praise kink 🫣.
Also I LOVE YOUR WORK ❣️ read all your fics, literally slay !! 🌟 take care 🤍
First of all thank you so much ily🫶🏽 lm so happy you enjoy my work, I hope you like this one too. I decided to make it extra long since it’s been time since I’ve last did one. You take care too 💋
Notes: MDNI!!! Idk guys I kind of fell in love with Jungkook all over again after writing this. Possessive + desperate Jungkook. He works you tf out! Also sorry if I repeated a lot of shit here I was tired as FUCK writing this!! (Word count 4k+)
The city hummed softly beyond the apartment window, neon lights casting a warm glow against the walls. You leaned back against the couch, stretching your legs across Jungkook’s lap as the remainders of a half watched movie played quietly in the background. The night had started simple, takeout containers scattered across the coffee table, easy conversation flowing the way it always did when you were with him.
But there was something different in the air tonight. Something heavier.
Jungkook’s hand rested on your thigh, his fingers absentmindedly tracing small circles against your skin. It was innocent enough - or maybe you were just telling yourself that. Because the way his touch lingered a little too long, the way his eyes flickered to your lips every time you spoke, made it impossible to ignore the heat pooling low in your stomach.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice smooth and low as he tilted his head to study you.
You realised he did that a lot - study you. It made you nervous especially because you didn’t know what he was thinking.
You swallowed, willing yourself to play it cool despite the rapid rhythm of your heartbeat.
“Just… thinking.”
His lips curved into a small smile, one that sent a shiver down your spine. “About what?”
You hesitated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. About how good you look right now. About how badly I want you. But you didn’t say any of that. Instead, you shrugged lightly, pretending like his thumb dragging along your inner thigh wasn’t making your thoughts spiral.
Jungkook chuckled softly, but there was something darker behind it - something knowing. He shifted beneath you, leaning closer until his face was mere inches from yours. “You sure that’s all?” His eyes slightly squinting daringly.
His breath was warm against your skin, and suddenly, the space between you felt unbearably small. The tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks - months, was finally threatening to spill over.
You could feel the wetness between your legs as your eyes shifted towards his ajar lips for a second, you bite your own absentmindedly.
“You’re doing it again,” he said, his voice softer now.
“Doing what?”
“Biting your lip like that.” His eyes dipped down, watching as you sucked it between your teeth. “You know it drives me crazy.”
Your pulse quickened at his words, and you felt your walls start to crumble. You should’ve been used to this - teasing, flirting, the constant push and pull - but tonight felt different. More intense. Like you were standing on the edge of something you couldn’t take back.
“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” you asked quietly, surprising yourself with the boldness in your tone.
Jungkook’s hand tightened on your thigh, his dark eyes locking with yours. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Tell me.”
For a second, you hesitate, the way he was looking at you like he was barely holding himself together, was the thing that almost shattered the last of your restraint. Before you could say anything, he says, “should I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”
He could tell you were hesitant to say whatever was on your mind. He had a feeling what it was - or more so hoped it was the same thing he’s been thinking about since he can remember.
You look at him surprised. “It’s something that constantly consumes my mind actually…” he continues, brown eyes never leaving yours.
He tries to hold back the slight chuckle that fights to escape his lips - seeing the way you perk up at this new discovery.
You’re so cute.
“I’m thinking about how much I want you,” he admits, the words tumbling out. He’s wanted to tell you this for the longest, he’s usually very bold with his words so the fact he’s managed to keep this on for so long has both surprised and killed him. “And how long I’ve been trying to pretend I don’t.”
Your breath hitched - just for a moment, but it was enough to make his stomach twist. Shit. Maybe you didn’t feel the same. Did he completely fuck this up?
When you make no move to speak, he slowly starts to sit back. Embarrassment creeping in. He didn’t think about the rejection part.
His moves come to a halt when your fingers grab his shoulders. “No no no, wait” you hurriedly speak. You were in such shock that you forgot to reply.
“I feel the same too. I just, I-“
And then, before you could say anything else, his hand slid higher, his fingers brushing against the hem of your shorts.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, leaning in until his lips hovered over yours, “how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” He couldn’t help but to bask in this excitement of his, grinning like a mad man. But everything changes when your fingers move towards his hair, playing with the dark strands like you usually did - but this time it was different, more intimate.
“For someone that’s usually so bold - why is it taking you so long to kiss me?” You mumble not missing the way his eyes grow big with shock at your sudden words.
To be fair, all he needed was your permission and he was on you like wildfire. All the times he’s fantasised about this moment and now he is actually living in it, oh yeah he couldn’t be anymore eager.
The hard on in his pants proves just that.
His lips crash on to yours with so much eagerness that it almost startles you. Almost - because just like him you were eager too. The feel of his lips as they work against yours is enough to make you moan. He groans at the sound of it - hands roaming your body, savouring every touch.
Too desperate for his touch, you whisper, “Touch me”. Even though his hands had already explored almost every inch of your body, still you craved more, more attention where you ached the most.
It’s not that his lips on yours weren’t enough - because fuck, they were. But your other lips needed him too.
Your sudden boldness this evening takes him by surprise. Usually, he’s the blunt one.
But he knows exactly what you mean.
His eyes darken, the shock fading into something far more dangerous, something hungry. Without a word, his hand trails lower, fingers brushing the edge of your underwear, teasing, like he wants to make you beg for it.
“You want me here?” he asks, voice low and rough, his fingers barely grazing where you throb. The question is almost mocking - he already knows the answer.
You nod, biting your lip to hold back a whimper, but that isn’t enough for him.
“Say it again,” he demands, his mouth ghosting over your jaw, breath hot against your skin. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Your heart pounds in your chest as heat coils low in your stomach. You’re already melting beneath his touch, but the way he’s holding back, like he wants you to break first - has you trembling.
“Touch me,” you repeat, voice softer this time, but no less desperate. “Please.”
A low groan escapes him as if your plea snaps whatever restraint he was holding on to. His fingers slip beneath the thin fabric, and the moment he touches you - really touches you, you let out a gasp, your body arching into his hand.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he starts to give you exactly what you asked for.
His fingers move slowly at first, sliding through your wetness with an agonising patience that makes your whole body tense. He’s teasing you - taking his time like he wants to see just how much you can handle.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, almost to himself, like he’s in awe. His lips find your neck, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin while his fingers circle that aching spot, just barely giving you what you need.
It’s not enough. Not even close.
A frustrated whimper escapes you, your hips shifting instinctively, chasing more friction. He chuckles softly against your neck, clearly enjoying how desperate you are beneath him.
“Impatient?” he teases, but his voice is rough, strained, like holding back is starting to get to him too.
“Yes,” you breathe, no longer caring how needy you sound. “I want more.”
His breath stutters for a moment, all the control he’s had shifting immediately. Without warning, his fingers press deeper, sliding inside you in one smooth, perfect motion. The stretch has you gasping, your body arching into him as he curls his fingers just right.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, watching your face closely, like he wants to memorise every reaction.
You nod quickly, words slipping from your lips in a broken moan. “Yes please, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. If anything, your begging only fuels him. His pace quickens, fingers working you open while his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that have your thighs trembling.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Falling apart for me. So pretty when you’re like this.”
The heat building inside you tightens, overwhelming and electric, and you know you’re close, so close it’s almost unbearable. He can tell, too. The way your body clenches around his fingers only makes him work you harder, chasing your release like it’s the only thing that matters.
“Come for me,” he whispers, his mouth brushing against yours. “I want to feel it.”
And with one last stroke - deep and perfect - you do. The pleasure crashes over you in an overwhelming wave, your whole body trembling as his name falls from your lips, breathless and broken.
He doesn’t stop until he’s released every last drop of pleasure from you, watching you fall apart with a look that’s nothing short of possessive. Your body finally relaxes beneath him, a shaking mess. H leans down to kiss you - slow and deep, like he’s already planning to do it all over again.
Your pulse is still racing, body trembling as you try to catch your breath, but he isn’t finished with you. Not even close.
Before you can fully come down, his lips trail lower, leaving a path of soft, lingering kisses down your body. Every touch feels electric, like he’s determined to keep you on edge, to push you even further.
“You can take more, can’t you?” voice low and smooth, but there’s an edge to it - a challenge.
Your body is already oversensitive, but the hunger in his eyes makes your stomach twist with excitement. You nod, barely able to form words, and that’s all the encouragement he needs.
He moves between your thighs without hesitation, spreading you open as if you belong to him. And when his mouth finally meets you -warm and demanding, you let out a broken moan, your fingers tangling in his hair.
“Fuck Jungkook” The words fall from your lips as he licks a slow, deliberate stripe over your most sensitive spot, his tongue working you with the same devastating precision as his fingers.
He hums against you, pleased by your reaction, and the sound of his name leaving your lips. He never thought he’d hear you call his name in this intimate situation - he’s dreamed it, fantasised but to actually hear it, so desperate and fucked out has him relishing in it. The vibration sends another pulse of pleasure through you. Your hips twitch, but his hands hold you down firmly, like he doesn’t plan on letting you escape.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “I could do this all night.”
He gives kisses to your inner thighs before going right back in.
The intensity is almost too much, and yet you don’t want him to stop. Every flick of his tongue, every soft suck, pulls you closer to that sharp edge again - you’re helpless against the rush building inside you.
Your hands tighten in his hair as your body starts to shake again, your thighs threatening to close around his head, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, the way you’re falling apart beneath him only makes him work you harder.
“You’re gonna come for me again,” he says, voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you lose control.”
His words alone send another wave of heat crashing through you, and when he sucks your clit between his lips, it’s too much. Your body tenses, pleasure ripping through you with the upmost amount of force, and you cry out his name as you come undone all over again.
He doesn’t pull away - not for a while even as you’re there trembling, body completely worn out. Only then does he lift his head, his lips glossy, eyes dark and full of heat as he takes in the sight of you - wrecked and breathless beneath him.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he repeats, crawling back up your body to capture your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
More? You think to yourself , unsure if your body can take any more.
His kiss is rough, deep and claiming - like he’s determined to remind you exactly who’s making you fall apart like this. You’re still breathless, body sensitive and trembling beneath him, but the way he presses against you - hard and heavy, makes it clear he isn’t anywhere near finished.
The weight of his body against yours is intoxicating, but it’s his hardened cock between his legs that steals your breath. It’s thick and heavy, pressing against your thigh through the thin fabric still separating you.
You want him. All of him. And judging by the way his fingers curl possessively around your hips, he wants you just as badly.
“Please,” you whisper, your voice soft but full of need. “I want to feel you.”
Your words make something snap inside him. In one smooth motion, he sits back on his heels, dragging his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. The sight of him, his toned chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, only makes the ache between your thighs grow stronger.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, his gaze never leaving yours as his hands move to his waistband. He takes his time, teasing you with the slow drag of his zipper before finally pushing his jeans down.
When he frees himself, your breath catches. He’s thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip - evidence of just how much he wants you. And the way he strokes himself lazily, eyes locked on you like you’re his favorite thing to ruin, makes your whole body burn.
“You want this?” he asks, voice low and dark, like he needs to hear you say it.
“Yes,” you breathe, spreading your thighs wider in invitation. “I need you.”
“I don’t…” His voice is rough, strained. “I don’t have a condom.”
The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. But instead of worry, all you feel is a deeper ache, the need for him overwhelming any rational thought.
“I want to feel you,” you admit softly, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “All of you.”
His breath catches in his throat, and for a moment, he just looks at you like you’ve completely undone him. “You sure?”
“I’m sure”
His expression shifts as something darker, more possessive flashes in his eyes. “Fuck, baby… You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
He moves back over you, one hand bracing beside your head while the other guides himself to your entrance. The blunt tip of him presses against your sweet pussy, and your whole body tenses with anticipation.
“Look at me,” he softly demands, and when your eyes meet his, he pushes in. Slow and deep, he’s stretching you inch by inch until he’s buried fully inside of you.
The stretch burns perfectly, leaving you breathless, and a broken moan escapes you as he sinks all the way in. He pauses, his body shaking against yours as he feels the heat of your bare walls clenching around him.
“Fuck, you’re so tight”
He leans down, pressing a kiss to your jaw before whispering, “You feel so good like this - so warm, so wet. And the way you squeeze me.” His voice drifts off as if in a trance.
His hips roll slowly, deliberately, making sure you feel every inch of him stretching you open. “I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that,” he groans.
A sharp gasp falls from your lips at the fullness, and he groans low in his throat, his head dropping to the curve of your neck. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight around me.”
He gives you a moment to adjust, his breath heavy and ragged against your skin, but the way your walls clench around him makes it impossible for him to stay still for long.
Each roll of his hips brushes against that perfect spot inside you, and soon, your nails are digging into his back, silently begging him for more.
The slick, wet sound of him moving inside you fills the room.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “The way I stretch you open - filling you so deep?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer.
His rhythm quickens. His thrusts harder and more deliberate, the sound of skin against skin sounding through the room making it all the more hot and intimate. His grip on your hips tightens as he drives into you, chasing both your pleasure with an intensity that leaves you breathless.
“Touch yourself,” he orders suddenly, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
The demand sends a fresh wave of heat through you, and with trembling fingers, you reach between your bodies to find that aching spot. The combined sensation of his deep, forceful thrusts and the pressure against your clit pushes you closer, so close you can barely hold on.
“Good girl,” he praises, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. “You’re doing so well, taking me so perfectly.”
His words, his touch - everything about him has you spiraling toward the edge. Your body tightens around him, and he groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.
Your nails dig into his shoulders. The pressure inside you coils tighter and tighter.
“You’re close” he growls, and it’s not a question, it’s a promise.
“Come for me. Let me feel you.”
“Please,” you whimper, the pressure creeping up fast.
“I’m so close.”
His thrusts grow rougher, his breath coming in ragged pants as he chases your release with relentless precision.
“Come for me, baby,” he urges, his voice cracking with how desperate he is to feel you come around him.
“Show me how much you love being stretched, being fucked raw.”
The combination of his cock hitting that devastating spot inside you and his filthy words pushes you over the edge. Your body reacts instantly, your back arching, legs trembling as the pleasure explodes through you. And then it happens. The release hits so hard and fast, you don’t even have time to hold back.
A cry falls from your lips as you squirt around him, soaking his cock and thighs in a hot, messy rush. Your whole body shakes with the force of it, and the feeling of you squirting for him drives him insane.
He wasn’t expecting that - and by the looks of your startled face, you didn’t either.
“Fuck! that’s it, baby,” he groans, his rhythm stuttering as your tight, wet heat pulls him deeper. “God, you’re perfect. So messy for me, so fucking good.” A strangled moan escapes him as he feels you drench him again, and his whole body shudders. He swears he’s in love.
He slows down, letting you ride out your orgasm while his hands stroke over your trembling thighs. But his cock is still hard - still twitching inside you, and his hunger is nowhere near satisfied.
He’s obsessed with the way you fall apart, the way your body gives itself to him completely.
“You’re so perfect,” he breathes, his voice strained as he watches you in all your glory, his fingers working you through the oversensitivity as you couldn’t continue to do it after your orgasm. “So fucking beautiful when you come like that for me.”
His hips falter, and a broken sound escapes his throat as he loses himself entirely, thrusting deep one last time as he spills inside you. The warmth of it, the raw intimacy, only adds to the dizzying high as your body clings to his, milking every last drop.
For a while, the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing, synced together.
When he finally finds his voice again, it’s softer but still a hint of desperation behind it.
“I don’t want to let you go,” he confesses, pressing a few soft kisses along your shoulder. “I want to keep you like this, full of me, until you can’t take anymore.”
He’s still buried inside you, thick, hard, and twitching with need, even after spilling himself deep. But there’s no sign of him slowing down. If anything, feeling you squirt around him, soaking his cock, has only made him more obsessed.
His weight warm and comforting as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“You okay?”
You nod, a lazy smile curling on your lips as you meet his gaze. “More than okay.”
His expression softens, and he leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, like he’s savoring every second. And as he holds you close, it’s clear neither of you is quite ready to let go.
His lips trace your jaw, then your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you shiver. Even after everything, he’s still hard inside you, and the way his hips roll, slow and deliberate, makes it clear he isn’t nearly finished.
His hands trail possessively over your hips, squeezing like he’s memorizing every inch of your body. When he pulls back slightly and pushes in again, deeper than before, a broken moan escapes your lips. The stretch still makes you gasp, like your body was made to take him.
“I can’t stop,” he whispers, voice rough and needy as his lips drag across your shoulder.
“I don’t want to stop, I need you again.”
His words send a shiver down your spine, and you clench around him instinctively, making him groan, like he’s barely holding himself together.
“You feel so good”
The thought drives him wild, knowing his release is still deep inside you, mixing with your wetness.
His hips twitch, pushing deeper, and he lets out a ragged breath when your walls pulse around him.
“I love you like this,” he confesses, no trace of shame in his voice.
“Messy, mine. I don’t want to pull out. I want to stay inside you forever.”
He knows he sounds pathetic, but that’s exactly how you make him. He was even pathetic before he knew what you felt like, and now that he’s got a taste, he’s long gone.
The intensity of his words makes your head spin, and the raw need in his voice only ignites the fire between your legs. You’re still sensitive and aching from how hard he already made you come - multiple times, but his desperation is infectious.
“You can have me”
In one swift motion, he pulls out, only to flip you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up until you’re on your knees. His hand presses against your lower back, holding you in place, while the other strokes over your thigh in a possessive and firm action.
“You look so perfect like this,” he breathes, dragging the tip of his cock along your slick folds, teasing you until you’re trembling with need. “Like you’re made for me.”
Without warning, he thrusts back inside you deep, pulling another strained moan from your lips. The angle has him hitting deeper, rougher, and the utter force of it leaves you gasping.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he sets a brutal rhythm. Every thrust is deliberate, claiming, like he wants to leave his mark on every inch of you.
And god, you want it too.
“You feel me, don’t you?” he mutters, leaning forward until his chest presses against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “Deep inside, stretching you open.”
“Yes,” you gasp, your fingers curling into the leather fabric of the sofa as your body melts under his relentless pace. “I feel you everywhere.”
He chuckles low and dark, clearly satisfied by how wrecked you already are. But it’s not enough - no, not for him. His hand slides around your body, fingers finding your clit with devastating precision, and the combination of his touch and the way he’s filling you sends sparks shooting through your veins.
“Let me hear you,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. “I want to know how good I make you feel.”
You can’t hold back, not with the way he’s fucking you. Your moans spill freely, desperate, and it only seems to egg him on. His thrusts grow harder, faster, until the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room again.
A sharp curse falls from his lips. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, like he needs to remind himself that you’re his.
“You drive me fucking crazy,”
“I can’t get enough, I’ll never get enough.”
“I want to feel you fall apart for me again,” he begs, voice breaking as his hips snap against yours.
“Please, please, baby, let me feel you.”
The raw need in his voice, the way he’s clinging to you like he’s afraid to let go, it’s too much. Your body tightens around him, the pressure building fast and intense, making you tremble beneath him.
“I’m close, fuck, I’m so close,” you gasp, as your legs begin to shake.
“Come for me,” he pleads, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own release hovers just out of reach. “I need it, I need to feel you.”
“Fuck, baby”
His words shoot straight through you, making your walls flutter around his cock. He feels it immediately, and a low, satisfied chuckle escapes him as he thrusts deeper, making sure you feel every inch.
“You love it, don’t you? Being stretched out by me, so full you can barely handle it.”
You nod, breathless and trembling beneath him.
“Yeah?” he breathes, one hand slipping down to your stomach, pressing gently against the bulge he’s making inside you. “Right here, baby? Can you feel how deep I am?”
The pressure makes your head fall back with a choked moan, your whole body burning from the inside out.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with pride and possession. “Letting me fuck you raw, letting me fill you up.”
His neediness takes over, and he can’t seem to get close enough, his chest close against your back as he grinds deeper.
“I’m gonna ruin you,” he promises, voice shaking with how much he wants it. “Keep you full, keep you messy, until you can’t think of anything but me.”
His words unravel you, and he knows it. His thumb circles your clit again, too sensitive and too good all at once, and you can’t stop your body from trembling as another wave of pleasure continues to build. A low, satisfied groan escapes him, and his pace grows almost punishing, every thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you, dragging you higher and higher. Your legs tremble more, the pleasure building too quickly, too intensely.
“You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you?” he teases.
His fingers speed up, and the coil inside you snaps violently. The orgasm tears through you like a lightning strike, and suddenly, you’re cumming around him again, clenching around him.
“Fuck” he groans. With one final, deep thrust, he buries himself, his body trembling as he spills inside you, marking you, claiming you in every way.
For a moment, neither of you moves, your bodies tangled together. Finally he speaks again, his voice is softer, but no less intense.
“I meant it,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go.”
And from the way his body is still pressed against yours, you know he plans to prove it.
Jealous Satoru doesn't get right, he gets even. Especially if it means fucking you senseless infront of the guy you were bold enough to flirt with, so be it. He'll make sure you never forget who you belong to.
He knows deep down inside you love it, the thrill of someone else watching you get rammed from behind, breasts spilling out of your bra from the precise impact of him fucking your tight cunt. He knows you crave being claimed so openly in front of someone else. You bite your lip because you know you should hate it, you really should, you should feel shame but who can blame you when his fat cock is stretching you out completely, giving you so much pleasure, it makes it hard to care. The way your body responds to him as his hips thrust, hitting that perfect spot leaves you weak.
His thrusts are punishing, grips on your hips are sure to leave bruises, and even though you can’t see it, you know there’s a wicked smirk on his face. The lustful man before you is revelling in the sight before him. Hand lazily working his hardened length as his eyes bore into the art that is you, the mesmerising sight unfolding infront of him.
Satoru doesn't miss a beat, one hand sliding up to play with your nipple, smirking at the way your moans grow louder. "See that?" he grunts into your ear, his voice low and dangerous. A hint of your vanilla and cocoa butter scent hitting him, making him go all the more feral. "Look at him-he can't stop staring. He wishes he could touch you, but guess what? You're mine. Every fucking inch of you."
You try to stifle your cries, but it's no use; the heat between your legs only builds with every word he spits, every slam of his hips into yours. The stranger before you doesn't look away-if anything, his arousal only fuels your shame-tinged excitement.
"You love this," he taunts, his tone arrogant. "Being fucked so good, you can't even remember his name, can you?"
“Hmmm, I bet you couldn’t wait for this huh?” Sugurus voice comes out a little strained as your hand runs up and down his hardened length, a faint hiss following shortly after.
You sat behind him, one hand working on his cock and the other caressing his tense shoulder.
After a long night of Suguru working you hard and not letting you cum so easy, you thought to bring up the fact that you wanted to try something new.
You know he’s not the submissive type, hence why you wanted to try this so bad. But you requested anyways, because when it came to you, he’d do anything.
He was evidently wary but complied in a heartbeat. And you’re glad he did because now you’re in full control.
Your hand works in a twisting motion, slightly hardening your grip every-time you get to his tip. He lets out a flustered groan, closing his eyes and biting down on his lip.
“I’m gonna cum” he says through clenched teeth, eyes still closed as he tries to control himself. He never would have thought he’d enjoy this, especially when you’re In control, whispering things in his ear that has his cock twitching just by the sound of your voice. Bringing out a side of him he rarely shows. Taking a deep breath, he focuses on the touch of your fingers that caress his tense shoulder, the other hand that slowly pumps his length, he’s so sensitive he doesn’t know how long he can last like this.
“hold it for me” you whisper in his ear, just like how he does when he’s fucking you. In return he grunts, head falling back onto your shoulder.
A whimper escapes his lips when your hand increases speed on his cock, small droplets of cum leak out of his tip, he’s trying so hard not to cum.
“Baby baby” his hip shoots up as he fights.
“Just a little bit more” you coo. Your thumb strokes his tip spreading his cum around.
“Hmm fuck” his breaths are more shallow than when you first started and his body fights to stay still, he’s a squirming mess - you never would have thought you’d see the day where he’s rested in between your legs letting you have him your way.
Suguru has always been vocal - but you’ve never heard him as vocal as this. It takes you back to how he handles you when you’re being whiny. The way his large hand covers your mouth, creating muffled whimpers.
The surprise on his face is evident when your smaller hand places over his mouth. The vibrations tickling your palm as you continue to work your hand down his hardened length. The wet sounds of his pre cum fill the air, causing you to become wet as well, but your not focused on your needs, having him here like this is enough to please you.
You study his toned thighs that are spread apart just for you. His chest rising up and down glistened in sweat, and his hips - his hips that buckle everytime your grip on his cock tightens.
The muffles of whimpered pleas and deep breaths have your pussy throbbing. He’s been so good, holding on for you, his hand caresses your thigh when you tell him so.
“Cum for me” your voice coos.
He finally releases onto your hand, droplets landing on his thigh and hip. His long hair tickles your skin, as you allow him to catch his breath. Sending him kisses along his shoulder up to his neck.
