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suguru wants to watch a movie (with you as his snack)
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“sit still,” suguru murmurs into your ear. his eyes are trained on the television in front of you both, some new action movie he’s been begging to see. you don’t know the name. you haven’t been paying attention for a while.
“i’m–fuck–i’m trying,” you tell him. your head falls back against his shoulder with a gasp and he tuts, disappointed. you try to still your hips, lifting your head back up to watch the screen. but with two of his fingers stuffed deep inside your cunt you can’t help but buck further into the pleasure.
“not hard enough, doll.”
before the movie even began suguru had you situated between his legs, back pressed against his chest with one of his arms curled around you. 5 minutes later his other hand was trailing down the the side of your body, spreading your legs, his fingers catching on the waistband of the frilly little shorts that made his cock twitch when you wore them.
“suguru, can we please watch the movie?” you ask him, catching his wrist as he tried to drag your shorts down.
“we are watching the movie.”
“well i can’t focus because you’re distracting.” you try to put as much conviction in your voice as possible, but suguru feels the slight tremor of your body as his fingers press into the meat of your thighs. you’ve always been so easy to rile up.
you feel his chuckle through your back. his head leans forward a bit so his mouth is positioned directly on your ear before he whispers, “do you want me to stop?”
now your shorts and underwear are discarded, thrown to the other side of the couch, and your chest is heaving and your ass is rubbing against suguru’s cock, desperate for something you know he won’t give because he’s a fucking tease. but as disinterested as he’s acting, you feel his cock twitch against your back each time you clench around his fingers.
suguru’s fingers keep a steady rhythm driving in and out of you, the wet, slick noise combined with your gasps sending heat to your cheeks and down your body. it almost drowns out the sounds coming from the tv. and you know your arousal is leaking down suguru’s fingers and leaving a stain on the couch. how embarrassing.
“so messy,” suguru mumbles, eyes still trained on the screen like you’re not falling apart against him. his second hand taps your thigh twice, telling you to keep your legs wide open for him before moving up your stomach, sliding in your shirt, and trailing it’s way up to harshly rub your hardened nipple between two of his fingers.
your back arches so far from his chest and he has to let go to press you back down to him and keep you still. your eyes clench shut at the added stimulation and suguru sighs behind you.
“making so much noise, moving too much,” he adds in a third finger and your eyes jolt open. he doesn’t give you time to adjust and they speed up inside you without warning. a whimper gets caught in your throat and you claw at the couch cushions as the pleasure builds inside you.
“can hardly pay attention now,” he sighs. “but you’re taking my fingers so good. s’okay doll, i got you.” he drags his lips down your neck and his fingers angle up at just the right spot and you throw all caution to the wind.
“sugu–sugu, please, fuck!” you gasp, baring your neck unconsciously. his lips find the sensitive spot below your ear and he sucks. suguru hums into your skin as you shudder in his arms, the hand that once found your nipple going to your clit, making soft circles on the nub and causing your eyes to roll back. the noises you’ve been desperately trying to hide break free in earnest, spewing suguru on, making his cock throb against your back.
“that’s it, doll. say my name. make a mess for me,” he breathes. his heartbeat pounds against your back and it’s the only thing keeping you on earth. your hips move out of your control, grinding forward onto his fingers and backwards on his cock. his breath hitches and you latch onto that slip in his composure. his fingers aren’t enough, you need him to fill you, need him to fuck you dumb–
“sugu, please! n-need you, need your–oh my fuck–!” suguru’s finger moves faster on your clit, and your back bows. you press your head hard against his shoulder and pant harshly into the air. suguru moans against your neck at how tight your cunt is squeezing his fingers. his composure is almost gone, but he wants to feel you first. so badly.
“need my cock, doll?” he asks softly into the skin of your neck. “wanna make a mess all over my cock, yeah? gonna need you to come on my fingers first.”
you shake your head against him, getting too overwhelmed too fast. no, no, no, no–
“no! it’s too much, too much–ngh!”
suguru stops circling your clit to slap it, just once making you jolt and yelp before continuing. “don’t tell me no,” suguru nearly growls in your ear. “you’re so pretty when you come for me. let me feel it.”
your hands leave the couch cushions, one scrambling and scratching on suguru’s left leg while the other reaches behind you and grabs his hair in a fist. suguru hisses at the pain, fingers still snapping so deep and good inside you. your whines heighten in pitch and your eyes scrunch at the pooling heat in your stomach. it’s so close, so close but you need more–
“c’mon, doll,” suguru whines. his hips hitch up your back and you feel his cock grind against your back. “you’re killing me here. the faster you spill around my fingers, the faster i’ll get my cock in you.” his voice lowers a few octaves when he says, “wanna fill your pretty cunt so bad.”
the filth leaving suguru’s mouth breaks the dam keeping your orgasm at bay and you spill all over his fingers and the couch with a yell of his name and a sharp tug on his hair. suguru’s fingers inside you and on your clit work you through, prolonging it until you’re squirming and whining in his lap, trying to get away.
"that’s it, baby. so gorgeous when you come for me,” suguru groans. he plunges his fingers in deep one last time and curls, making your back arch once more. a high keen leaves you before you settle back against him, panting as he stops the torture on your clit and slowly removes his fingers from your cunt with an obscene sound.
he lifts his fingers to his mouth and moans at the taste, the sounds urging you to turn your head and watch as he cleans your cum from his fingers with a half lidded look in your direction. the sight brings a gasp to your lips.
“always taste so sweet, doll,” suguru breathes when he finishes cleaning off his fingers. then he takes you by the hips and lifts you off his lap, pushing you softly to lie on your back next to him. suguru makes his way to his knees between your legs, forcing them open to stare at the state of your cunt. you watch in anticipation as his jaw hardens and his fingers grip your knees where he holds you open.
the tv illuminates half of his body, and you see the reddening of his cheeks and the disheveled state of his hair that you caused. he’s a sight to behold and you want him closer. you take your hands under your knees and spread your legs wider, heat licking up your neck and face at the action, but it warrants the response you want.
you're such a pretty sight underneath him, shirt bunched up around your chest exposing you and light sheen of sweat coating your body. and you offering your cunt up to him, staring with eyes that display the need you have too much pride to beg him for outside of a desperate moment? it’s too much.
suguru groans, pushing your thighs up to rest against your chest before reaching down his body to tug his sweatpants and underwear just low enough for his cock to spring free and slap against his covered stomach. suguru grips the base, its usual pale pink head an angry red, and you and suguru both watch the sticky trail of precum that leaves a string connected from his shirt to the tip as he guides it down to press against your clit, rubbing himself through the mess he made of you.
“inside, sugu. need you to fill me up, please.” your face heats again as you test out the filth suguru usually says with your own voice. you turn your head away, embarrassed, but the statement is music to suguru’s ears.
suguru’s second hand leaves your leg as he grips your chin in his fingers and forces your eyes back to him. he’s closer that he was before, leaning between your open legs, forcing them to stay that way and blocking his teasing of your cunt from your view. his pupils are wide, dilated to where you can barely see the purple of his eyes. and he’s panting like mad, you can feel his breath on your lips with the closeness. your breathing syncs as you finally feel his tip push inside you with a groan, slipping in so easily from your past release.
“when you ask me so nicely, doll, how can i refuse?”
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