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[summer-oil-inactive]

contents: suguru geto x gn!reader. mindless drabble i wrote to cope with the temp being slightly higher than usual (i am sensitive). non-sexual nudity, suggestive but not explicit; suguru gets hard but does nothing about it & reader doesn’t comment on it. he’s just really really into you. syrupy fluff and desire. wc: 1k

Today the outside world is still: no wind in the air or clouds in the sky. You're in the mouth of May, stuck between her gums, soon to be dislodged (it’ll only get warmer outside of her maw—) and sprawled out on a mattress just big enough for two people to sleep in, emerald-green curtains curbing sharp light from your skin wearing nothing but a pair of boxes that don’t fit around your hips. A windchime by the open window rustles from the blast of the AC, its whirring drowning out the gentle glass-toll.

Sweat blankets your body, heat-fatigue dulling your muscles. You exhale like a wounded dog. 

When Suguru sees you he feels himself harden, blood rushing southward to pulse in his groin; so sudden he feels dizzy with it, heaving for silent breath. The same effect you always have on his body when you're this woefully at ease, laid out on your side with your belly exposed, baring the tight knots of your spine and branches of your ribs. You were clothed when he left, so he wasn’t prepared for it. Your thighs slick and parted, chest rising sluggishly: pebbled nipples soft and puffy. His fingers twitch at his sides like they don’t know where they’d rather be. Too many options. All of them susceptible to being taken apart. Something gluttonous unhooks his mouth as he adjusts himself, a disciplinarian palm at the front of his shorts, urging his own dormant need to unwind.

With a soft smile on his lips, he calls out to you.

”I'm home.”

And you, half-asleep and melting, with what little burst of energy your sleepy neurons catch hold of, use your groggy voice to answer: ”Welcome back.”

Then you flip onto your back— droopy eyelids straining not to fall once they're pried open— to stare at the ceiling like a dead cicada. The sheets he washed last night now wear an imprint of your body, darkened with sweat where you laid. Taking care not to trip over the empty waterbottles scattered on the floor, he makes his way to where you've chosen to ride out the heatwave. 

"How are you holding up?” He heaves a plastic bag over to the nightstand, weighty with popsicles in honeydew and ramune flavours, cold cans of iced tea, sparkling water and espresso. There's a ring stain on the wood from your morning cup of coffee that he's sure he asked you to clean.

”I think I'm dying.”

Suguru cracks a smile.

”I doubt that,” he teases, fingers clasped around a can of green tea wet with condensation. ”But we don’t want you overheating.” He leans over to press it flush against your cheek, watching you shiver, ice-cold aluminum cooling your features— goosebumps blooming down the valleys of your shoulders. When your lips fall around a garbled moan, the ache in his lower region responds. Suguru swallows. 

Oh, you’re bad for him.

”Thank youuu,” you whine with relief, high and wanton. Slippery fingers fumbling with the ring, struggling to break it open. He slips a thumb underneath yours, snaps it clean, then guides it to your lips, already parted and waiting. You're a good, pliant little thing for him. His sweetheart. Ring stains be damned. Suguru watches, half-delighted, as you take greedy, hasty sips— watches your throat bob like a ship wracked with saltwater.

When you're finished, you sigh. Your naked chest lifts with the force of it. Only then does he think to indulge himself, his own body hot after the mission you sent him on, reaching for a can of afternoon tea. He hands you a popsicle for good measure.

”… Are you tanning?” you ask suddenly. Lifting your head to get a better look, too tired to sit straight.

He blinks. ”Am I?” Raising his arm up to the curtain-filtered light, he sees that you’re right; his skin is darker than before, sunkissed, though only slightly. It's near imperceptible. Sometimes he wonders if you know his body better than he ever will.

”I like that look on you,” you admit, mouth full of crushed ice and honeydew. Pink tongue peeking out to lick your lips clean once you swallow. ”Like when we went to Kansai.”

(That was two summers ago. Not quite a honeymoon, but something like the promise of it: that’s how he wanted it to feel, anyway. You lived leisurely in the countryside, among rice fields and slow-flowing creeks, picking out ingredients for dinner from the markets you'd pass by on your way back home from your excursions. His skin did tan, then. More than it had since he was a child. You were both outside too much for it not to.)

”Should I try to get it back?” he smiles. Low-curved, wanting. Too sultry to be sweet.

”I mean,” you pop your sticky fingers into your mouth, ice cream gone with the wind. "I'd probably pounce on you.”

”Oh, how awful.”

”Terrible,” you tip your jaw back. ”I'd ravage you. Well, I guess I'll be doing that regardless, though."

”When you're done melting, I assume?"

”When I'm done melting,” you nod.

Suguru's laughter brushes against his ribs, the touch feather-light, stoking the fire buried underneath it. It’s soft and brittle, but weighty with delight. Finally he can't resist getting above you, climbing onto the mattress, biceps straining on either side of your head. His lips find purchase on your forehead. ”I’m looking forward to it.”

Two clammy palms clasp onto his cheeks, slippery but purposeful; you guide him to your open mouth. It feels something like praying. Your lips are cold and syrupy. He swipes his tongue across the seam of them, not to rouse but to clean, his own mouth sweet with the taste of apricot-flavoured chewing gum.

Blood pulses heavy in his heart, in his groin. The sound of it rushing through him drowns out the whirring of the AC overhead.

[summer-oil-inactive]

suguru is desperate, tonight.

in hindsight, you probably should have noticed all the ways he tried to clue you in on it. subtle hints; a touch lingering longer than usual, warm palms resting at your hips instead of the small of your back. the cologne he only wears when he wants to get you hungry. he's too polite to say it outright, but it's always obvious when you think back — his lips at the column of your throat this morning, the slightest whine to his voice before breakfast. when you kissed him goodbye, still tasting bitter off the coffee he made you: a flickering, candle-lit heat to his gaze. 

tiny, tiny hints. that's his style. building up, and up.

crashing, the minute you stepped through the front door.

you could feel the tension in the air, in his body, the all-consuming desire in the low-curved smile on his lips, and of course you weren't unaffected by it. of course you were carried along, by the waves of his devotion when he kissed you welcome home — of course you were.

what else is there to do, when you have a beautiful boy in the palm of your hand?

(nipping at your fingers, in search of scraps. breathing oxygen into your lungs.)

"baby…"

a voice like caramel, soothing to your ears. your brain is mush, so stuffed with cotton you barely hear it, too distracted by the wet, warm muscle of his tongue — the warmth of his body, his hands, careful not to crush you as he keeps you pushed against the couch. groaning, into your mouth.

needy. 

such a rare treat, for him to let you see it.

a weak, breathy whimper bubbles up your throat, spills into his own, his tongue gliding against yours and ghosting at the back of your teeth, a minty flavour to his spit. it's a chain reaction, the moan that follows — your meek response only fuelling the depth of what he must be feeling. the closeness he's craving. even though you're already chest to chest, heartbeat kissing heartbeat, beating in rapid, thumping tune.

with the way he keeps trying to pull you closer, you'd think he wants you to slip between his ribs.

"god, i love you so much. god…"

suguru's voice is silicone, honeyed tongues and teeth, but now the rasp at the throat of it is all you can hear. your senses are overwhelmed, wrapped up in notes of amber, cradled by his scent — his warmth flowing into your body and keeping all coherent thoughts away from your brain. no thinking, only him. your big, gentle boyfriend, kissing you with enough reverence to pluck pearls from the bottom of the seabed. keeping his knee in between your thighs, his big palm at the back of your neck, to make sure you can't run from the love he's giving you.

(not that you'd ever want to.)

love you, you try to say, ultimately sputtering on something like a mewl. suguru only pulls away to whisper praise against your lips, then he's back to waltzing with your tongue. he isn't fast — isn't rough — only intense, in the gentlest of ways. mellow waters lapping at the skin of your ankles, dragging you into the sea; you're being coaxed underwater, having trouble keeping up with the slow, deep rhythm he's set, his tongue in no rush to explore your mouth. you're having trouble remembering the first letter of your name.

your response only makes him hold you closer. there's no space between your bodies, nowhere further for you to go, but he's desperate enough that he's trying, pulling you up into his lap and wrapping both his beefy arms around your waist. mwah, mwah, two sloppy pecks against your spit-swollen lips, before he pries them open again.

you feel a little like you're dying. like you already died, and went to heaven.

suguru must have wanted this, all day. must have been waiting. it must have been a struggle just to help you get your shoes off, to close the door behind you before swallowing you whole. squeezing your body, like a fidget toy — though the way he handles you couldn't be farther from it. he just wants to feel you. to feel your flesh, and bones, and heartbeat, your tongue down his throat.

your boyfriend wants you to eat him alive.

(before he does the same to you.)

big, warm palms settle at your ass, and you know he's hanging on by a thread because he actually squeezes down, ever so gently, feels the fat fill his fingers and robs more air from your lungs before giving it back, heavy, bated breaths shared between the two of you. a gasp pushes past your lips, and he drinks it down. like freshwater, like cherry-red wine, lapping up the last drops at the bottom of the glass. a man intoxicated. drunk on you, his fingers sneaking under the fabric of your shirt to feel your blood beat and rush under his palms. ba-dump, ba-dump. you hold onto his shoulders, dig your nails into the fabric of his skin-tight sweater, feeling so doused in heat you fear your nerves will catch on fire. heat at your neck, at your cheeks, in between your thighs. he licks into your mouth, flames at your teeth.

(as a child, your mother told you the sun was a lion playing catch with the stars. 

you used to wonder what it would feel like to be eaten by it.)

it's dizzying. suguru's kisses are always intense — he's always intense — but it's not often you see him this visibly bothered. he keeps tugging you closer, closer still, little rocks against you, like he can't stomach the thought of you being anywhere else. his rhythm is getting sloppy, and your breaths are getting more sparse, bodies melting together like gum on a hot, scorching sidewalk at the precipice of summer—

chew, and spit. you can't think of anything else. nibbling at his bottom lip, just to stay afloat.

fortunately, suguru knows your body. 

a deep, steadying breath. he manages to pull away, his fingers shaky, deft thumbs rubbing circles into the skin of your thighs.

"s-suguru."

"sorry." his lips are swollen, slick and puffy, his eyes so lidded you wonder if he's really there. if he actually got drunk on your spit. they're hazy, so dark you feel that you're staring into a deep, deep sea, falling towards the bottom, into a gaping, glimmering maw. "i don't think… i can control myself, right now."

(you aren't doing much better. droopy-eyed, lips thoroughly abused, drool seeping out from the corner of your mouth — his or yours, you couldn't say. a swipe of your tongue, and it's gone.

suguru inhales, shakily.)

too tired to speak, you lift your hands to cup his cheeks. they're rosy, cherry blossoms in the breeze, the fuzzy skin of sun-warmed peaches. hot, under your touch. when you smooth your fingertips against them his eyes flutter shut. 

a blissed out breath flows from out his parted lips.

"i think i'd die if i couldn't love you." the words are spoken with bated breath, as if he couldn't keep them lodged inside his throat, couldn't even try. when he opens his eyes again, they shimmer, like sheets of glass, leaves wet with morning dew. 

you don't think he's exaggerating.

"… c'mere," he sighs, running out of patience. "you're too far."

this time, he's more careful. beginning to feel sated, maybe.

one palm on the back of your head, the other on the small of your back. heavy, radiating heat, pouring from the tips of his fingers through the fabric of your shirt, your thighs wrapping themselves around his waist to offer him the same. arms around his neck. he hums into your mouth, appreciative. his tongue glides against the seam of your lips, until you part them for him, letting him kiss you how he likes.

slow, and steady. breathing you in, and out.

(like this, you feel less like two people and more like one construct. a mechanism. inhale, exhale, your chests rising and falling, the way dandelion seeds float up into the sky, the way pebbles sink and sink until they hit the bottom of the sea. 

you think you understand him, a little more than usual. you think you'd drop dead, too, if someone were to pry your limbs apart.)

"i love you," you say, rasping against his lips. 

ba-dump, ba-dump. his heartbeat says it back, before he gets a chance to. 

[squidwardscranberryjuice]

@sugurusangxl 💕💕

[enjinsprettydoll]

efawrgaregaer MY MANNNNN 😩😩😩🥴🥴😵‍💫💘💘💗💕💞💦💦

"your big, gentle boyfriend, kissing you with enough reverence to pluck pearls from the bottom of the seabed. keeping his knee in between your thighs, his big palm at the back of your neck, to make sure you can't run from the love he's giving you."

"suguru must have wanted this, all day. must have been waiting. it must have been a struggle just to help you get your shoes off, to close the door behind you before swallowing you whole. squeezing your body, like a fidget toy — though the way he handles you couldn't be farther from it. he just wants to feel you. to feel your flesh, and bones, and heartbeat, your tongue down his throat.

your boyfriend wants you to eat him alive."your boyfriend wants you to eat him alive."

HELP

[stfusaint-deactivated20260430]

00:19 | Geto Suguru

cw: afab!reader, he calls reader pretty thing and pretty baby, and his little pet… erm… fingering, erm… idk… haha… bye.

“You look so pretty like this.”

The smile on Suguru’s face is predatory from where he looks down at you. His brow furrows in time with yours, lips parting to mock the moans flowing freely past your lips.

His canines gleam in the dark where they tug on his bottom lip, eyes zeroed in on the way your cunt swallows his fingers.

“My pretty little pet, aren’t you? You’d let me do whatever I wanted to you.” Suguru purrs, thumb tap, tap, tapping against your clit, “Bet you’d even beg for it. Huh, pretty thing?”

“Y-yeah,” you whine, hips bucking up into his hand, lip quivering when he adds a third.

“Y-yeah,” he mocks with a laugh.

The sound of Suguru’s fingers pulling free from your pussy is obscene, a trail of your cum glistening in the light. He lands a harsh slap on your clit, shushing you when you cry out at the sting.

“What do you want?” He asks with a smile, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

The contrast of the gentleness he exudes as his fingers churn your insides leaves your head spinning, hands flailing to grab at anything you can.

It’s hard to be embarrassed when Suguru looks at you so reverently, sharp eyes clouded with lust as you fall apart for him again and again.

He slides his free arm under your shoulders, pressing your face to the crook of his neck as his fingers scissor you open.

“Answer me, pretty baby,” he goads, soft lips skimming your cheeks, “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Wanna— wanna cum,” you whimper.

Salty tears are licked from your cheeks as soon as they fall, Suguru’s moans reverberating in the minimal space between the two of you.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

Suguru groans loudly, hard cock rutting against your thigh.

“Say it, say my name.”

“Suguru’s!”

“Yeah,” he moans, large hand grasping the nape of your neck, “Yeah it is.”

Your neck strains at the stretch, chin pressed to your chest as you watch his fingers fuck you open.

“Now watch me make my pussy cum.”

[enjinsprettydoll]

"Salty tears are licked from your cheeks as soon as they fall, Suguru’s moans reverberating in the minimal space between the two of you.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!”

Suguru groans loudly, hard cock rutting against your thigh.

“Say it, say my name.”

“Suguru’s!”

“Yeah,” he moans, large hand grasping the nape of your neck, “Yeah it is.”

Your neck strains at the stretch, chin pressed to your chest as you watch his fingers fuck you open.

“Now watch me make my pussy cum.”"

[nanamisgirly]

taking a shower is impossible ྀི

“suguru…”

you're bare, pressed against your very much naked husband under hot water, and all you want is to scrub your scalp peacefully. not to be pinned against his chest, which—yes, feels divine—but is not helping your situation.

“you always do this,” you sigh, smiling despite yourself.

“well, it's important isn't it? bonding with your wife, not letting the flame die between us.” he leans down, nose brushing yours.

“suguru, we just had sex this morning. i just wanna wash my hair, you're making this impossible…” his hands move up your sides, then down again, sliding over the curve of your hips. he just never stops. “you know i can't wash properly when you're stuck to me like this,” you mumble, trying and failing to tilt back.

water rushes over your shoulders, geto doesn't bother budge an inch—he only reaches behind you to grab his shampoo, “then let me do it.” he says not letting you protest as he squeezes the bottle, letting the luxury spill into his palm. “y'know mine's better anyway.”

“i don't wanna smell like cologne,” you mumble under your breath, your nose scrunching. it wasn't unusual for your husband to shampoo your hair—or to sneak his fancy products into your routine—but it was always funnier when he didn't know. not like he cared, he loooves when you smell like him. plus, the man had long, thick, silky black hair—any woman would sell her soul for strands like his—so it was only fair, right?

he clicks his tongue, “it's sandalwood and vanilla." he insists, “it's classy. it's sensual. it's the reason old ladies flirt with me at the farmer's market.”

you roll your eyes. “because your hair's shiny and look like a myth.”

“and i fuck like one.” he winks, all smugness and sin.

“suguru.” you try to scold, pinching his nipple barbells. he lets out a dramatic squeal that turn into a laugh. his smile falters just slightly as his soapy fingers start to scrub your scalp. 

and it was all cute and tease until you feel it—his cock twitches, pinned between your matching belly piercings. (a stupid VERY IMPORTANT detail you both got on a trip years ago—his dark stud with your initial and yours, a delicate charm that curves to match his.)

“every time,” you whisper “you say it’s about hair, and every time, you get hard five seconds in.”

“correction,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m hard before we step in. this just… makes it worse.”

his hands drift—long fingers sliding down the back of your neck, down your spine, until he’s grabbing a handful of your ass with a soaked slap. you squeak. “sugu—!”

“shh,” he hums, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and wet and open. “just let me love you a little. you feel so good like this. so warm, so soft—” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hitching. “…i can’t stop touching you.”

his lips drag to your jaw, nipping gently. he lathers up again, and this time, his hands come to your chest—slippery palms gliding over your breasts like he’s trying to memorize them through touch alone.

“i’m being helpful,” he says too innocently, voice low, soaked in need. “just a loving husband washing his pretty wife.”

“totally normal,” you manage, barely able to breathe.

“perfectly respectful,” he hums, thumbing over your nipples until they pebble, then dipping down to mouth at one—open kisses on wet skin.

“this is—ngh—this is not how showers work.”

“this is exactly how ours work.”

[enjinsprettydoll]

“shh,” he hums, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and wet and open. “just let me love you a little. you feel so good like this. so warm, so soft—” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hitching. “…i can’t stop touching you.”

[sonarspace]

needy, suguru geto

wc: 2k warnings: 18+ , smut (f! and m! receiving, f! and m! oral, fingering, vibrator, thigh fucking, sex + more idk) and slight fluff. a/n: i know it’s not that good 😔. ignore any grammar mistakes pls it's not proofread.

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you don’t have anything to complain about when it comes to sex with geto. he always gives you what you need. but you want more. you’re aware of his past and how he used to fuck the brains out of his hookups leaving them wanting more. he was all yours now and you’d seen every side of his except this one.

he’s sitting in bed scrolling on his phone waiting for you. you walk out of the bathroom in a dark red sheer robe with a red and black lace lingerie set underneath. he hasn’t looked up from his phone yet, so you walk over to where he’s sitting and put your fingers under his chin and turn his face towards you.

his mouth drops and the phone slips out of his hand. “what’s..” he tries to speak but you kiss him before he can and push him down on the mattress settling over his lap.

he kisses you back just as fiercely. his hands fall down to your waist, playing with the knot that’s keeping your robe tied. “want you to fuck me suguru,” you whisper in his mouth. “yeah?” he groans, kissing down your neck. “yeah. like one of the girls you used to hookup with.”

“what?” he stops and pulls back with a confused look. “i want you to be rough with me sugu. fuck me like really really fuck me, don’t hold back. please baby. want to see that other side of you. use me suguru.”

“baby, it's not like that with you and me. you’re not just a one night stand to me. that side of me…i don’t think i...” he says, his finger drawing circles on your inner thigh like he was trying to keep himself grounded.

“suguru.” you whine and move forward to kiss his lips. he gets on top of you, the kiss turning needy. he undoes your robe, pushing it off your shoulders. “please please, i’ll be good for you.” he laughs against your lips “i know you will, you’re always good for me sweet girl, but-” you tut him “i trust you sugu” your hand caresses his cheek.

“okay” he sighs and you smile widely. he continues “but don’t forget. you’re in control. if you need me to slow down or stop let me know. okay?” he says with seriousness lacing his voice. “okay okay” you reply back cheerfully.

he kisses you once more before he gets off of you "stay still for me, i'll be right back." and walks into your shared closet. you lift your head up and move around to see what was taking him so long and you can see him rummaging through the drawers.

he comes back with something hidden behind his hand. "thought i told you stay still." he squints at you with a head tilt. "just wanted to see what was taking so long."

"sit up," and you do. his eyes trace your body, the way the lace covers you in all the right places. sinful. he pulls out a blindfold from behind his back. "can i put this on?" and you agree. it completely restricts your vision. all you can see is black. you feel his hand on your thigh making its way up to your panties. his fingers tracing press down on your wetness. you whimper. "lie back down."

he pushes your thighs further apart and starts trailing kisses in your inner thigh moving up to your core. he leaves kisses on your clothed pussy moving up to your abdomen and then chest. his kisses move higher, kissing between your boobs, the dip in your throat, your neck. biting down gently under you ear as he sucks at the tender flesh. a breathy moan leaves your lips as you grow wetter with each kiss. he kisses your cheek and you turn slightly to get him to kiss you but he moves away. you whine in protest "kiss me sugu".

"hmmm if you behave, i might." he traces your lips with his thumb, your tongue pokes out and he takes that as his cue to insert his fingers into your mouth. and you suck, cheeks hollowing, bobbing your head slightly. he groans "fuckk, think you can do that to my cock?" and you nod your head without a second thought. "yes sugu, give it to me."

so he does. his knees on are either side of your face. one hand holding the headboard, the other holding his cock lining it up with your lips. he traces your lips with his cock, pre cum leaking and covering your lips as he pushes in.

he swears he sees heaven when he feels the warmth of your mouth taking him. you flatten your tongue so he can reach further into you. he starts fucking your mouth, his cock reaching the back of your throat and slightly curving. you loved it. loved the feeling of tears brimming your eyes as you try not to gag and let him use you. loved that you could make him feel this way.

you hollow your cheeks trying to make it more pleasurable for him. “fuck mm i’m gonna cum” he groans. as he goes to pull out, your hands move behind his thighs to hold him in place. you try to speak with his dick down your throat but end up gurgling instead. “want me to cum in your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. and you nod in return. he thrusts a few more times and comes with a loud moan of your name. you take all that he gives you and continue to suck on his tip until he feels overstimulated and has to push your mouth off. 

“didn’t know my baby can get so dirty,” he murmurs, nipping at your ear. your chin is covered in your spit and some of his cum. he licks it up and kisses you. his tongue pushes in tangling with yours and you moan at finally kissing him like this. “you okay?” he checks in on you after your little make out session. “yeah keep going,” your voice is slightly hoarse from his tip constantly hitting the back of your throat. 

he moves down removing your bra and latching his mouth on your perked nipples. your hand falls to his hair to keep him there. his hand slides in between your thighs, pushing down your panties. his thumb moving in circles over your clit as his middle finger sinks into your needy hole. his tongue on your nipple moves in sync with the thumb on your clit. his tongue flicking and sucking on your nipple while his thumb rubs and presses down on your clit. you pull at his hair and he moans with your nipple in his mouth. you can feel your orgasm nearing, your stomach tightening at the feeling until he suddenly pulls his hands out from between your thighs. “suguruuu noo why did you stop. fuckm,” you whine. 

“you didn’t think i forgot about earlier, did you?” he teases. “told you to stay still, but you just had to disobey me.” he flips you over and pulls you up. your back to his chest.  he grabs your hands and brings them behind your back, tying it with a rope. “this okay? not too tight?” he asks with slight concern. the switch in his voice had you smiling to yourself. “yes ‘s okay.”

he puts a pillow under you and pushes you back down to keep your ass in the air. leaves a trail of sweet kisses from your shoulder to the bottom of your spine. he slaps your ass once, then twice. his hand massages your ass to compensate for the slap.

he pushes your thigh apart and licks down from your hole to your clit.moaning in satisfaction at the sweet taste of your cunt and grabs at the flesh of your ass to keep you still. his tongue starts moving over your clit. alternating between licking and sucking and then down to your hole, dipping and slurping. you can hear the muffled sound of vibrations and you gasp as you feel the cold silicone of a toy touch your clit.

you let out a loud moan as he ups the speed. your clit being stimulated by the vibrator, pressing down at your nub. his tongue dips in your hole and laps at your juices like a starved man. he pulls away completely once again and you whine loudly. your cheeks are covered in frustrated tears "what the fuck suguru" you retort angrily. "i'd be careful with my words, if i were you darling," and he slaps your ass. "mnnph harder" you mewl. and so he slaps your ass harder. watches it jiggle before he's kissing your cheeks, to soothe the pain.

"get on all fours" he orders. tracing your ass with his cock before he reaches between your plush thighs. "squeeze my cock and get me off". you squeeze his cock in between your thighs, his tip pokes at your nub and you whine. start moving back and forth, your ass hitting his pelvis. he pulls you up to his chest, his hand snaking around your throat. the head of his cock hitting your clit has your orgasm approaching again and you beg him to let you come.

"suguru i'm-" you whimper. "you close, doll?" he teases. "yes yes please please let me cum sugu" you whine and he squeezes your throat lightly "go ahead then. come on my cock." and you finally come with a loud cry of his name. your thighs tightening around his cock triggers his own and it sprays up onto your stomach and front of your thighs.

you fall back on him breathing heavily. his fingers moves to your thigh collecting his cum and bringing it up to your mouth. "filthy filthy girl. think the neighbors heard us?" he whispers in your ear. "hmm i think the whole building heard us," and you both laugh.

he lays you down and unties your blindfold and hands. you let out a sigh of relief. your arms are sore but you'd keep them tied behind forever if he asked you. he flips you over and you smile at him lazily. he brings your hands up and leaves kisses your wrists. "missed your face" you say softly. "missed your eyes," he says as he kisses you.

you grab his cock from in between you and line him up with your core. "please fuck me," you beg him. "so needy tonight. gonna milk me out dry." he teases. "please," you groan. "i''ve gotchu baby. you were so good for me tonight. hmm going to take make you feel real good. don't worry."

he pushes in to you. moving slowly and you both hold eye contact. his strokes slow and reaching deep inside you pushing at your g-spot. your eyes roll back. "need you to keep looking at me sweetheart."

he pushes the hair sticking to your head back and kisses you deeply. your fingers tangle in his strands. he pulls back from the kiss to look at where you're connecting and groans "you're taking me so well, fuck." he puts your leg on his shoulder and the angle has you crying "ohhh". he reaches deeper this way. you look down at your tummy, where you can feel and see the indent of his cock and moan loudly "soo deep suguru, please make me cum".

he starts fucking you faster. "baby, 'm close," you let him know. the angle and speed have you cumming in no time. your cunt clenching around his dick, triggers his own and he bottoms out, moaning your name.

you both lay like that for a while. him on top of you and your hand in his hair scratching at his scalp lightly. "how do you feel?" he whispers. "sleepy but good. really good. you?"

"i love you," he confesses. his head hidden in your neck. he was scared to look at you. scared that you might not feel the same way. but all his doubts go away when you immediately reply back, "i love you suguru". you feel his smile in your neck and he lifts his head to kiss you. just soft and sweet.

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[sonarspace]

NO NUT NOVEMBER ?

꒰ synopsis. no nut november or nut november. who knows.. ft. sukuna. choso. nanami. toji. geto. gojo. (separate) warnings. thigh riding. tittyfūcking. chōking. slightly rough sėx. unprōtected. 69. öral. a/n. back again (maybe).. hope you all have a wonderful week!

✧ SUKUNA

it’s only been four days, and sukuna’s already scoffing at the whole idea of no nut november. ridiculous, he thinks. restraint has never been an issue for him—especially not with you. but tonight, with the way you’re straddling his lap, that teasing glint in your eyes, he feels the beginnings of a crack.

you’re barely moving, just a subtle shift of your hips as you sit on his throne, looking every bit like you belong there. his gaze hardens, watching as you lean in close, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest. even as he fights it, his breathing hitches, his grip on your hips tightening.

“you’re really gonna test me like this?” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. there’s a smirk on his face, but it’s more forced than usual, as if he’s already starting to lose his grip.

“oh, i’m sorry—is this getting to you?” you whisper, voice soft, teasing, that wicked little smirk of yours barely hidden.

his jaw clenches, and you see that familiar spark in his eyes. “you think you’re funny, don’t you?” he mutters, tone dark. “testing me, here, of all places.” there’s a slight growl in his voice, but you can tell he’s barely holding it together.

he lets out a low growl, and without breaking eye contact, his voice sharpens as he commands, “out. all of you.” the quiet shuffle of footsteps fades quickly as the doors shut, leaving the room silent and thick with tension.

the second you’re alone, his hands are on you, pulling you closer, his lips hovering just over yours as he growls, “now… let’s see how long that attitude lasts.”

one of his hands drifts up, finding the tie of your robe and giving it a slow, deliberate tug. the fabric slips loose, sliding off your shoulders, and he watches with a dark gleam in his eyes as it falls to the base of the throne, leaving you completely exposed to him.

“you wanted my attention, huh?” he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous whisper against your ear. “well, now you’ve got it.”

he pulls you up, positioning himself, and with one powerful thrust, he’s inside you, filling you completely. a shiver runs through him, and his smirk returns, fierce and possessive as his hands move to grip your hips, holding you steady. “don’t think for a second you’re in control,” he mutters, his gaze fierce, unrelenting.

he leans in close, his lips brushing your neck as he begins to move, each thrust rougher, deeper, driving him further from the restraint he swore he’d keep. “you feel that?” he growls, his voice barely more than a whisper. “that’s me claiming every part of you… reminding you who you belong to.”

his hands tighten on your hips, guiding you to meet his rhythm, his breath hot against your skin as he loses himself in the moment. the intensity in his gaze is almost overwhelming, his usual confidence giving way to something darker, something that borders on need as he pulls you closer, deeper.

“look at me,” he demands, his voice low, ragged. “i want to see the way you fall apart. just like this… just for me.”

you lock eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze almost overwhelming, but you hold your ground, meeting him thrust for thrust. “sukuna,” you breathe out, barely a whisper, your voice catching on each of his movements.

“say it again,” he murmurs, his voice low, ragged, his usual control slipping. “say my name.”

when you do, a shiver runs through him, and his movements grow desperate, his grip bruising on your hips as he drives you both to the edge, each thrust more intense until he finally lets himself go, pulling you close as he shudders, his breath hot against your skin.

as he pulls back, chest heaving, there’s a satisfied smirk on his face, his gaze still dark and possessive. “don’t forget… you asked for this,” he murmurs.

but the glint in his eyes tells you he’s far from done.

✧ CHOSO

choso lasted exactly two weeks, longer than anyone expected—including himself. his quiet, focused nature kept him in control, but tonight, you can see his resolve wavering. he’s watching you as you get ready for bed, his gaze lingering as you slip your shirt off, his breath catching when he realizes you aren’t wearing a bra.

his eyes widen, and a blush spreads across his cheeks as he tries to look away. “a-are you… doing this on purpose?” he stammers, voice barely above a whisper, struggling to keep his composure.

you step closer, a playful smile on your lips as you look at him, tilting your head. “is it working?”

he nods, swallowing hard, his gaze reluctantly drifting back to your chest. “i… yeah. it’s… it’s definitely working,” he admits, his voice soft, almost reverent.

you move in front of him, leaning close so he can see every inch, and his hands come up without thinking, fingers brushing over your skin. he lets out a soft, shaky breath as his hands settle on your boobs, his eyes filling with a raw, almost worshipful hunger as he strokes your skin, feeling the warmth beneath his fingers.

without even realizing it, he leans in, his face pressing into your chest, his lips brushing over your skin. his hands tremble as they slide over your boobs, and he lets out a quiet, desperate sound, his mouth pressing against your skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he loses himself completely.

his tongue flicks over your nipple, his breath hot and unsteady as he nuzzles deeper, barely holding himself together as he finally indulges in the softness he’s been craving. “so perfect…” he murmurs, voice barely more than a breath, as if he’s talking to himself.

you gently push him back, sinking down onto your knees, and his eyes flutter open, his breathing ragged as you help him out of his pants. he watches you, lips parted, as you wrap your hand around his length, guiding him toward your chest.

pressing the head of his cock against your nipple, you let him feel the warmth and softness, watching as his eyes go hazy, his lips parting in a soft moan. his hips jerk forward instinctively, grinding into your chest as his head falls back, completely lost in the sensation.

“oh… god,” he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath as you press him between your boobs, holding him there. his eyes roll back, a deep, unsteady moan slipping from his lips as he watches, entirely undone by the moment.

“does that feel good?” you murmur, and he nods frantically, his body trembling as he begins to move, each slide of his length sending a shiver through him, his hands gripping your shoulders as if he needs to hold on.

“yes… please, don’t stop,” he breathes, his voice filled with awe and need. “i… i can’t hold back,” he whispers, his gaze darkening with raw, desperate want.

“then don’t,” you reply, holding him close, guiding his movements as he lets out soft, needy sounds, his breathing growing more ragged with every slide, his whole body tensing as he loses control.

as he reaches his peak, his body shudders, and he lets go completely, painting your chest and stomach in white, his eyes widening as he gazes at you, breathless and in awe. he’s silent for a moment, taking in the sight of you, then, unable to stop himself, he gently pushes you back onto the floor, hovering over you as his hand trails down your body. his voice is low, almost pleading, as he whispers, “please… let me feel you. i need you.”

✧ NANAMI

nanami had lasted ten days into november, his natural discipline keeping him steady, even as you spent the morning testing his patience. during breakfast, you’d nudged his foot under the table, let your fingers brush his a little too long, your playful glances lingering. he brushed it off with his usual calm, but now, as you slip into his office just after his last meeting, he’s holding onto his control by a thread.

he looks up at you, his gaze lingering, something dark and intense flashing in his eyes. “come here for a minute,” he says, his voice steady, but with an edge that makes your pulse quicken.

you step closer, dressed in a soft, silk nightgown that flows against your skin, and before you can say a word, he catches your wrist, pulling you close. in one swift movement, he turns you around, pressing your wrists behind your back, his grip firm as he holds you in place. his breath is hot against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he murmurs, “you’ve been testing me all day. and now… you’re going to see exactly what that gets you.”

he reaches for his belt, looping it around your wrists, securing them firmly, his fingers lingering just long enough to make you tremble. his other hand slides down, pressing you flat against the desk, the cool surface meeting your skin as he pushes the silk nightgown up over your hips. with one quick motion, he slips your underwear down, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

you feel him press against you, his hand pressing into the small of your back as he positions himself. he takes a breath, and you feel the head of his cock brush against you, firm and thick, making you catch your breath. he guides himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretches you, filling you completely. a low, rough sound escapes his lips, and his hands tighten on your waist as he holds you there, his restraint unraveling with each second.

the desk creaks beneath you as he begins to move, his thrusts steady but intense, each one pressing you deeper against the hard surface. papers slip from the edge, fluttering to the floor as the table rocks beneath his rhythm, the soft creak and the shuffle of falling papers mingling with his ragged breathing.

“all day…” he mutters, voice strained, his hand gripping your waist with possessiveness . “you’ve been pushing me… testing my patience.” each word is punctuated by a deep thrust, the stretch leaving you breathless, his length filling you to the brim

his rhythm grows more desperate, his pace quickening as his control slips further, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, “you feel incredible.” his tone is low, rough, filled with raw need.

the sound of the desk creaking beneath you fills the room as he drives deeper, harder, the intensity building as he loses himself completely. his hand slides up, pressing firmly into your lower back as he pulls you closer, each thrust sending a shock of pleasure through you. “you have no idea how close i was,” he whispers, his voice barely more than a growl, “to doing this hours ago… right here.” his movements grow more urgent, his grip tightening as he lets out a low, guttural sound.

as he finally shudders, burying himself fully, he lets out a deep groan, his breathing ragged, his hand still pressing you down as he reaches his peak. even as he catches his breath, his grip on you lingers, fingers tracing over your skin as he glances at the scattered papers, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

before you can fully recover, he lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you toward the bedroom. his voice is low, a hint of mischief coloring his usual calm tone. “oh, we’re far from done,” he murmurs, as he sees the look of slight confusion your face. “i think it’s only fair that i tease and edge you, just like you’ve been doing to me for the past ten days.”

✧ TOJI

toji lasted one day. just one. patience was never his strong suit, and especially not with you. by the time you get home from work, he’s already at his breaking point, practically pacing, anticipation coiling tight as he’s waited to see you all day.

the second you walk through the door, he’s on you, gaze dark and hungry as it roams over you, taking in every inch like he can’t believe you’re finally here. “took you long enough,” he mutters, voice rough, barely restrained.

before you even get a word out, he closes the distance, hands grabbing onto you and pulling you close, his lips crashing into yours, all impatience and need. his hands roam down to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your clothes, and with one swift, impulsive motion, he grabs hold and tears it off, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room.

“toji!” you huff, exasperated at yet another ruined outfit, but he just chuckles, his smirk widening as he leans in, voice a low, teasing murmur. “shouldn’t have worn anything, then,” he mutters, his hands moving over your bare skin, possessive and rough.

he presses you back against the wall, his body pinning you there, heat radiating off him as he takes in the sight of you, his gaze lingering. he lips you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you feel the thick, hard length of him pressing into you, making your breath hitch.

you’re already soaked, your arousal slick between your thighs, and he wastes no time, lining himself up. in one powerful thrust, he pushes into you, filling you completely, and a low, rough groan slips from his lips as he feels you stretch around him. his cock is thick, stretching you just enough to leave you gasping, clutching onto him as he bottoms out.

the wall behind you creaks with every thrust as he sets a relentless pace, his cock sliding in and out of you, each movement making you slicker, the sound of your bodies joining filling the room. his hand slides up to your throat, fingers pressing just enough to keep you focused on him, grounding you as he takes you harder. the way he fills you has your walls fluttering around him, each thrust hitting deep, brushing spots that leave you gasping and clinging to him.

“one day…” he growls against your neck, voice rough and strained, his fingers tightening slightly around your throat, making you gasp. “that’s all i could last. one. damn. day.”

he thrusts harder, each movement more intense, your arousal coating him, easing his rough pace, his cock thick and heavy inside you. each time he pulls back and thrusts in again, you feel yourself tighten around him, your walls clenching with each push. “you feel so good… so tight around me. you’re gonna remember this every time you tease me, every single time.”

his breathing becomes uneven, his grip on your throat and waist tightening as he pulls you close, thrusting deep until he’s fully seated within you, pushing against your most sensitive spot. with one final, thrust, he pauses, buried as far as he can go, and you feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your most sensitive spot, making an indent as he holds you there.

he shudders, his hold on you tightening, and a deep groan slips from his lips as he finally lets go, his release spilling into you in waves. his cock twitches, pulsing with each spasm, savoring every second of how tightly you’re wrapped around him, his body tense, completely overwhelmed.

as he catches his breath, his hand slowly eases off your throat, and he pauses, his gaze softening as he notices the faint mark his fingers left. without a word, he leans in, pressing gentle, lingering kisses over the sensitive skin, his lips warm and tender against where he’d held you. his smirk is gone, replaced by a quieter satisfaction as he looks at you, voice low and soft. “next time…” he murmurs, “don’t make me wait. one day was already too damn long.”

✧ GETO

geto kept a calendar next to his bed, marking off each day of the month, like keeping count would somehow make it easier to get through. day 19 stared back at him, almost mocking him—no matter how many days he marked off, the restraint wasn’t getting any easier.

tonight, as you settled into his lap to watch a movie, pressing your weight into him, he could feel every shift of your hips and smell that soft, intoxicating scent that told him you were ovulating. his jaw tightened, fingers digging into the cushion as he tried to keep his breathing steady, fighting to hold his composure.

and then you whispered, low and pleading, “screw no nut november, suguru… i want you.”

his hand flexed against your hip, and he closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, trying to keep his calm. “it’s almost over,” he murmured, voice calm, though his eyes betrayed the struggle. “just a few more days. you can be patient.”

“please…” you murmured, voice breathless, pressing closer, testing every last bit of his resolve.

he shook his head, voice strained. “if you need it that badly… then get yourself off.” he positioned you over his lap, hands guiding you to straddle his thigh, pressing you down so you could feel the firm, sculpted muscle beneath you. his thigh flexed, the intricate snake tattoo winding down his leg, every line a reminder of him. but he stayed still, just watching, his gaze dark, waiting.

you pouted, shifting against him, letting out a frustrated huff. “i want you, not just this,” you murmured, grinding down against his thigh, your hands braced on his shoulders, fingers digging into him, trying to break through that last bit of control.

his breathing grew heavier, his gaze flickering down to where you moved against him, your arousal slick against his thigh. each roll of your hips tested his patience, the feeling of your heat soaking through his clothes, your soft whimpers as you tried to get closer.

“just a little longer,” he murmured, though his voice had a rough edge to it, the words catching in his throat. but the way you looked up at him, eyes pleading, breath coming faster, was enough to start cracking his resolve.

finally, he let his hands grip your hips firmly, holding you in place as he lifted you slightly, positioning you so he could slide beneath you. with a smirk, he shifted you, guiding you so you were hovering above his face, your legs on either side of him. “if you’re going to make me lose control,” he murmured, voice dark with intent, “then i’m going to make it worth it.”

before you could respond, he pulled you down, his mouth meeting your center, his tongue pressing flat against your clit, sending a shiver up your spine. he lingered there, savoring the taste of you, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate circles, making you gasp. his hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you exactly where he wanted, guiding you to move just enough to deepen the contact, his tongue slipping lower, teasing your entrance before sliding inside, his movements slow, unhurried, as he tasted you.

you couldn’t help but moan, your fingers tangling in his long hair, gripping tightly as he worked, his mouth and tongue relentless, flicking, tasting, his lips closing around your clit as he sucked gently, sending waves of pleasure through you. your walls pulsed around his tongue, each sensation building, making your grip on him tighten as you struggled to keep your balance, overwhelmed by the way he devoured you.

unable to resist, you shifted, turning so you could settle over his face fully, leaning down to free his cock, feeling the heavy, aching heat of him against your palm. he groaned into you as you wrapped your fingers around him, his cock flushed and hard, a deep shade that matched the warmth on his cheeks.

leaning forward, you took him into your mouth, your tongue swirling over the tip, tasting the salty hint of his arousal. his hips twitched beneath you, a low, muffled sound escaping him as his grip on your hips tightened, but his focus never wavered, his mouth and tongue working against you, your bodies moving in sync as you both gave in to each other completely.

✧ GOJO

it only took six days for gojo to break, though he’d never admit that it was because of you. every little brush of your fingers, every flirtatious smile—it was killing him. now, with him just back from a mission, that need has become almost painful, and he can’t hide it.

“you’re really going to make me keep waiting?” he asks, his voice low and playful but with a hint of something darker as he watches you, gaze intense.

you give him a teasing smile, taking a step back. “come on, satoru… it’s only been six days.”

he laughs, stepping closer, his smile turning into a smirk. “six days too many,” he murmurs, reaching out, his fingers brushing along your waist, pulling you in close. his lips hover near your ear, his voice a soft murmur. “haven’t you missed me?”

you feel a shiver run through you, but you keep your composure, smiling up at him. “maybe,” you tease, “but it is no nut november, you know..”

he chuckles, his grip on your waist tightening as he leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. “hmm, don't really care for it,” he murmurs, his mouth hot against your skin, his hands roaming over your body as he pulls you closer.

you try to keep up the teasing, but his touch is making it impossible to think. “satoru…” you whisper, your voice barely steady.

“yeah?” he breathes, his gaze darkening as he studies you, his blue eyes filled with that familiar glint. “why don’t you just say it? you want me just as much as i want you, don’t you?”

before you can answer, his lips crash against yours, all teasing replaced by a fierce urgency as he pulls you against him, his hands sliding up to tangle in your hair, keeping you close. his kiss is deep, almost dizzying, as his fingers trail down, finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it off with a skillful ease.

he sits back onto the edge of the bed, taking you with him as he pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist, guiding you to straddle him. he looks up, his eyes filled with that playful, almost wicked spark. “if we’re breaking rules,” he murmurs, “we might as well do it right.”

he presses you down, letting you feel him hard against you, and a soft, satisfied groan escapes his lips as he watches your reaction. his hands slide over your thighs, fingers pressing firmly into your skin as he tilts his head back, smirking. “see? this feels a lot better than no nut november, don’t you think?”

you roll your hips against him, feeling him throb beneath you, and his breath catches, his grip tightening as he lets out a low, ragged laugh. “you’re really going to make me work for this, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice dropping.

without warning, he shifts, pulling you down so he can lean in, his mouth finding your neck as he kisses down, his tongue flicking against your pulse. his hands roam over your body, tugging off the last of your clothes, his mouth following every inch of bare skin he reveals. finally, he leans back, hands on your hips as he positions you over him, his gaze never leaving yours as he pulls you down onto him.

he looks down, smirking as he brushes his finger along your entrance, teasing you. “did she miss me?” he murmurs, his voice thick, and before you can respond, he pushes in, letting out a deep groan as he fills you completely. “yeah, sweetness,” he breathes, his voice low and rough, “i’ve missed you too.”

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[faeloresha]

Aftershocks and Anticipation

╰─ Geto Suguru x f!reader

What begins as playful teasing quickly spirals into a raw, intense encounter that shatters their carefully constructed boundaries and leaves them both breathless, with a tantalizing hint of more to come.

content: Explicit sexual content, F/M, dominant themes, praise kink, light biting/scratching, rough sex, internal monologue, sexual frustration, mutual pining, aftercare, emotional intensity.

word count: 2,507

song: Ride by SoMo

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The hum of late-night traffic outside Geto Suguru's apartment was a familiar lullaby, easily drowned out by the canned laughter from the flickering TV. Your spine curved against his chest, the comfortable weight of his arm draped over you. His fingers, tracing lazy circles on your thigh, were a familiar comfort, yet tonight, each brush felt like a spark.

“You're staring,” Suguru murmured, his voice a low thrum against your ear.

“Am I?” you teased, shifting just enough to press closer, your knee nudging his hip.

He responded with that infuriating, knowing smile, the one that always signaled he would caught you with your guard down.

“Mhm.”

His fingers trailed higher, the innocent circles becoming more deliberate.

“Thinking loud again.” His touch stilled, pressing just a little firmer, a silent demand that had you inhaling sharply. His dark eyes, usually so composed, flickered with something warmer, hungrier.

“You’re terrible at hiding it,” he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, rough at the edges.

You didn’t get a chance to reply.

His hand slid fully up your thigh, fingers curling possessively into the soft flesh. The other arm tightened, pulling you flush against him, a gasp catching in your throat.

The TV’s laughter became a ridiculous echo from another dimension.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You didn’t.

Instead, you tilted your head, your lips brushing the line of his jaw.

A challenge, an answer.

He let out a low hum, a sound caught between amusement and satisfaction, before his mouth crashed into yours. There was nothing gentle about it; his teeth caught your lower lip, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that spiked your pulse. One hand tangled in your hair, angling your head, while the other slipped higher, fingertips teasing the edge of your underwear.

“You’re fucking impatient,” he muttered against your mouth when you arched into his touch, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric.

His slow, torturous circles had your hips jerking involuntarily.

“Always so eager.”

His breath hitched as you rocked against his hand, seeking more. He rewarded you with a firmer press, his fingers sliding inside with ease, curling just right to wring a broken moan from your throat.

He swallowed your moan with another kiss, his tongue hot and insistent as his fingers worked you open. Every drag sent sparks up your spine, your thighs trembling around his wrist.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “So fucking wet for me already.”

His thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles that arched your back, a whimper caught in your throat. He grinned, all teeth, before biting down on your lower lip—just enough to sting.

“Suguru...”

“Thought you could tease me and get away with it?”

You gasped as he added a second finger, the stretch making your nails dig into his shoulders. His own breath hitched, his hips shifting as he ground his erection against your thigh.

“Fuck,” he hissed, regaining control, his fingers curling deeper. “You’re gonna ruin me like this.”

The TV’s laughter swelled again, absurdly cheerful.

Suguru's free hand gripped your hip, hauling you forward until you straddled his lap, the sudden friction drawing a groan from both of you. His pupils were blown wide, his usual composure fraying as he watched you rock against his hand.

“Shit...”

“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice rough. “Use me. Take what you need.”

You whimpered, your hips stuttering as his thumb pressed harder against your clit.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”

The pet name, so at odds with the filth, unraveled you. Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped—your cry muffled against his shoulder as you came, his fingers milking you through it with relentless precision.

“Please—ngh... Suguru...”

He hummed, low and satisfied, his lips brushing your ear.

“Good,” he murmured. “But we’re not done.”

His fingers withdrew, the loss aching, and you barely whined before his hands gripped your hips, lifting you effortlessly.

His sweatpants slid down, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking, the tip brushing your stomach as he settled you back over him.

You didn’t hesitate, bracing your hands against his shoulders, sinking down onto him.

The stretch burned just enough to hitch your breath. Suguru's whimper was ragged, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise as he forced himself still, letting you adjust.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his forehead dropping against yours. “You feel—” His words cut off when you rocked forward experimentally, his cock dragging against your walls in a way that curled your toes.

His grip tightened, guiding your movements as you began to ride him in earnest, his hips meeting yours with sharp, shallow thrusts. The angle was perfect, every roll of your hips dragging his cock against that sweet spot, his pelvis grinding against your clit.

“Shit... So fucking good...”

Suguru's breath was hot against your lips, his kisses messy and unfocused.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back. “Look at you. Taking me so fucking well.”

You whimpered, the praise igniting your oversensitive nerves, your thighs shaking.

His other hand slipped between your bodies, finding your clit with unerring accuracy.

“Gonna come again?” he murmured, smug satisfaction dripping from his voice.

“Yes—please...”

“Already? You’re so greedy for it.”

His teeth grazed your throat, his hips snapping up harder, driving his cock deeper.

The words barely registered.

Too much sensation, too much him.

Every nerve alight as he fucked up into you, slow, deliberate thrusts blurring your vision. His thumb kept circling your clit, relentless. When you tried to squirm, his grip on your hip tightened, holding you in place.

“Uh-uh," Suguru whimpered, his breath hot against your jaw. "You don't get to run from it."

His teeth sank into the tendon of your neck, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you gasp, your nails scraping down his shoulders.

“Fuck! Suguru... Fuck you—ngh...”

He laughed, dark and delighted.

You were close, impossibly tight.

His fingers twisted in your hair, forcing your head back. “Tell me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

Words were beyond you now, reduced to panting breaths and broken whimpers. Suguru's smirk was wicked, his thumb pressing down harder.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing yours. “That's what I thought.”

Then it hit—white-hot and overwhelming, your back arching as you came with a cry he swallowed with a bruising kiss.

Your thighs trembled, your walls fluttering tight around his cock, and Suguru groaned, low and ragged, his hips stuttering before he fucked up into you hard, once, twice—his own release slamming into him with a sharp exhale against your lips.

His forehead pressed against yours as you both caught your breath, the air thick with sweat and the scent of sex.

Suguru's fingers loosened, trailing up your sides in lazy, possessive strokes.

You shivered when his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts. He chuckled—a low, satisfied sound—before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, surprisingly soft.

“Mhm...”

“You're heavy," he murmured, though he made no move to shift you. His hands slid around to your back, holding you flush. You could feel his heartbeat, still racing, still yours.

The TV had long since switched to an infomercial, the volume low enough that the salesman sounded like he was whispering.

You laughed breathlessly, your fingers tracing the bite marks you'd left on his shoulder.

“You started it.”

Suguru's grin was slow, wicked. “And you finished it.”

His hand slipped between you again, fingers brushing lightly over your clit. You jerked in his lap with a sharp inhale.

“Or should I say—” His teeth grazed your earlobe. “—we finished it.”

His fingers lingered, feather-light, tracing the dampness between your thighs with a possessiveness that sent a fresh shiver up your spine.

“Shit—please...”

“Sensitive already?” Suguru murmured, his voice thick with amusement, though the way his cock twitched inside you betrayed his own barely checked hunger.

You clenched around him instinctively, earning a sharp exhale through his nose—his composure cracking just enough to satisfy you.

“Still smug,” you managed, your voice hoarse.

His grin widened, all teeth, and he rocked his hips up lazily, just enough to remind you he was still hard, still buried deep. Your breath hitched, nails scraping down his chest in weak protest.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're still shaking,” he countered, his thumb brushing your hipbone where the skin was already flushed.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering on the swollen curve of your lower lip.

“Look at you.”

The words came out hushed, almost reverent.

You expected him to move, to drag this out until you were begging. But he surprised you. His hands slid up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks as he pulled you into a kiss that was startlingly tender. No teeth, no demand—just the slow slide of his tongue, the kind of kiss that made your chest ache.

His lips lingered against yours, soft and unhurried.

You sighed into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him hum. But then he pulled back—just far enough to watch your face, his dark eyes tracing the flush, the way your lashes fluttered when he rocked his hips up lazily.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough but impossibly gentle. “Did you think about this? Before tonight?”

The question caught you off guard.

Your breath hitched when his fingers trailed down your throat, tracing the bruises he'd left.

“Maybe,” you admitted, biting your lip when his thumb brushed over your pulse point.

His grin was slow, satisfied.

“Liar.” His hand slid lower, fingertips skating over your ribs, making you shiver. “I know you did.”

His hips rolled up again, deliberate, dragging his cock deeper inside you until your thighs trembled. “I could tell. Every time you ‘accidentally’ brushed against me in the hallway.”

“Ahh! Shit...”

His teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot. “Every time you stayed late just to walk back with me.”

You gasped when his fingers found your clit again, his touch feather-light, teasing.

“Shut up... Mhm...” you muttered, though your hips jerked.

Suguru laughed—a rich, warm sound before nipping at your collarbone.

“Make me,” he challenged, his fingers circling your clit just a fraction harder, enough to make your thighs tighten. You hissed, hips rolling involuntarily, seeking more friction, but he withdrew his touch just as quickly.

“Please... Just fuck me, Suguru...”

“Ah-ah,” he tutted, his free hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck. “You don’t get to rush me.”

The slow, deliberate grind of his hips was maddening. You whimpered, nails biting into his shoulders, but he only smiled. That infuriating, self-satisfied curve of his mouth before dragging his tongue along your jaw.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with something dangerously close to reverence. “All wrecked and desperate because of me.”

His teeth grazed your pulse point. “Tell me,” he breathed against your skin, “was it worth the wait, hm?”

“Ngh... Please...”

You didn’t trust your voice, so you answered by sinking your teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to make him groan, his hips jerking up instinctively.

Suguru's grip on your neck tightened, his other hand finally sliding back between your thighs, his fingers stroking through your slick with agonizing slowness.

“Greedy,” he chided, though his breath hitched.

His fingertips brushed your clit once, twice—just enough to tease before dipping lower, pressing against your entrance where his cock was already buried.

The stretch burned, his fingers working alongside his length, and you cried out, your back arching as pleasure spiked white-hot behind your eyelids.

“Ohh—fuck... shit, good...”

Suguru's whimper was ragged, his forehead dropping against yours as his rhythm faltered. “Fuck," he gritted out, his voice strained. "You’re—shit—you’re gonna kill me.”

His hips snapped up harder, driving his cock deeper, his fingers curling inside you in a way that had your vision blurring.

“Fuck—please... I'm—”

“Come on,” he growled, his lips brushing yours with every ragged exhale. “Let go. I got you.”

Your fingers twisted into his hair, pulling sharply enough to wrench a groan from his throat—half pain, half pleasure as his hips stuttered beneath you.

“Say it again,” you gasped, riding him with desperate, uneven rolls of your hips. “Tell me—”

Suguru's laugh was ragged, his hands tightening on your waist as he guided your movements.

“Tell you what?” he murmured, though the glint in his eyes said he knew exactly what you wanted. His thumb pressed against your clit, relentless. “That you’re perfect like this? That I’ve thought about fucking you just like this,” His hips jerked up, driving his cock deeper, “every time you looked at me with those fucking eyes?”

You whimpered, your thighs trembling as pleasure built like a live wire under your skin.

His fingers slid from your clit to grip your chin, forcing your gaze to his. “Or do you want to hear how wet you are?”

His voice dropped to a whisper, filthy and low. “How you’re squeezing me so tight I can barely think?”

Those words unraveled you.

Your orgasm crashed over you with a force that stole your breath, your cry muffled against his shoulder as your body clenched around him.

Suguru cursed, his rhythm faltering as he fucked you through it, his own release hitting him hard.

“Fuck—yes, baby...” His groan hot against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

His breath was still ragged against your neck, his fingers tracing idle patterns along the sweat-slick curve of your spine. You could feel his heartbeat beneath your palm—fast, erratic, a mirror to your own as you both came down from the high.

The silence between you was thick with unspoken words, punctuated only by the distant hum of the infomercial still playing on the TV.

He shifted beneath you, his grip tightening just enough to keep you from pulling away.

“Stay,” he murmured, the word rough with exhaustion but firm.

His lips brushed your temple—a fleeting touch that felt oddly tender for a man who just fucked you senseless.

You let your head fall against his shoulder, too wrung out to protest even if you'd wanted to. His fingers tangled in your hair, gently working through the knots his own hands had put there earlier.

The TV's infomercial droned on. Some miracle knife slicing through a tomato with absurd ease as Suguru shifted beneath you, his cock still half-hard inside you.

You gasped at the movement, oversensitive, and he chuckled, low and satisfied.

“Always so reactive.”

His lips brushed your forehead, achingly soft compared to the filth he whispered earlier.

“Tell me,” he murmured against your skin, “did the ride live up to the fantasy?”

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[lilacgrayskies]

☁︎⋅ (18+) rookie!leon is insatiable

“leonnn, I c-can’t-,”you sobbed, tears streaking your face. 

your head rolled back into the pillows as leon thrusted deeper. he had you on your back, his arms holding your legs apart. his cock was buried to the hilt inside your puffy pussy. 

he hasn’t stopped thrusting. not after your pussy clenched around him like a vice the first, or third time. not after your nails clawed into his back, guaranteed to leave marks. not even after you started crying.

“no no no no, baby, please,” he whimpered, burying his face in your neck. “I wanna cum- baby, please, I’m so so so close!”

poor thing. your pussy was spasming violently around him, desperate to milk his cock. it wasn’t until a gush of squirt splattered against his lower abdomen that he slowed down.

leon whined, high and needy, watching as you made a mess on his cock. he leaned up, his eyes hooded as he looked down to where your pussy was stretched around his cock. your clit was twitching. “you made a mess,” his voice cracked. 

as if his cock wasn’t enough, his thumb reached down to rub your clit. small circles pressed against the swollen pearl. “messy girl…” he murmured. “I’m doing good, huh?”

his hips moved slower, but god, he was going deeper. his cheeks were flushed a soft pink as he fucked into you. “you like it, baby? you gonna cum again?” he moaned.

“nghh…! yes, I like it!” you cried out. his large hand rested against your lower stomach, right over the bulge of his cock.

“fuck, you can see it right here,” he said, his thumb tracing the imprint of his cock in your womb. “look, baby, you can see me inside you.”

your cunt betrayed you, clenching and gushing all over again. a creamy ring of cum formed at the base of his cock. leon winced, your pussy feeling tighter this time. he bit his lip, his thrusts faltering.

“f-fuck…!” he whined. one final thrust before he held you against him. hot, white ropes of cum filled you up. heavy breathing filled your ear.

leon pulled away, pulling his cock out to watch his cum drip out of you. you whimpered, feeling it glide down your inner thighs. 

“think you can take one more?” he smirked at you.

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[cryoculus]

him chuckling behind your ear and whispering “yeah? that good, baby?” when you start whimpering as he takes you from behind >>>

[satoruined]

18+ mdni

“you seem a bit leaner lately. been skipping meals?”

his words took a few seconds to fully register. even then, your brain stalled helplessly under the hazy after-effects of many an orgasm. typical suguru to ask this sort of question. your lover who was so fiercely protective, always watching over those closest to him with an observant, gentle eye. (if only he spared a fraction of that care for himself, instead of constantly putting his own well-being last.)

“h-huh? no, i’ve been eating,”

“is that so?”

he cooed, mauve eyes glittering with jest. before you could even try to defend your appetite, a pleasantly deep thrust buried him to the hilt, making your toes curl. tears born of overstimulation and adoration pooled at the corners of your eyes. a stray strand of his raven bangs tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his thumb sweeping to catch the bead of moisture.

“because i was wondering why the shape right here...” his palm slid down to press on the newfound swell of your lower belly—the protrusion providing proof that he was stretching you out from the inside— “looks so beautifully obvious.”

[rkkuna]

— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.

the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.

“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”

true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”

neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.

his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.

sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.

your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!

his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”

“no, she isn’t.”

“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.

“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”

his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”

your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.

“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”

by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.

sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.

“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”

[belimah]

art by ERO

[mimimochis]

｡✧mean!nerdjo punishing his even meaner girlfriend! ✧｡

Summary: You've been secretly dating geeky Satoru Gojo for three months now, playing up your mean-girl act towards him just to keep your peers unassuming. This was simply unacceptable, and you'll have to make it up to your boyfriend in the best way you could

Content warning: porn w/almost 0 plot, nerd!jo x mean-girl!reader, kinda bratty reader, m!recieving oral, fingering, deepthroating, degrading, missionary, rough sex, light bondage (wrist-pinning,) secret relationship, m!dom, sub!reader

18+

Who the fuck did this dork think he was?! 

Satoru Gojo’s grip tightened in your hair, yanking your head forward as he drove his hips up, forcing his cock deep into your throat. You gagged hard, the thick shaft stretching your glossy lips wide. Saliva dripping down your chin while his heavy balls slapped against your skin with each rough thrust. It wasn't some gentle blowjob you were giving him.

No, Satoru was fucking your face like he owned it. All that anger from earlier boiling over into vulgar domination. Tears blurred your vision, but you still took his length perfectly. and sucking as best you could around the invasion.

“Say y're sorry,” he growled, voice thick as he began pulling back just enough for you to breathe before slamming in again. “Apologize properly! Fucking your throat while you apologize to me? Y’have zero decorum!”

The words came out garbled, your mouth full. “Mmph..I'm... sorry. T-Toru, please...” He just laughed instead of any sense of sympathy you were expecting. Thrusting faster as his free hand clamped down on your shoulder to keep you steady on your knees.

The dorm room reeked of his body spray mixed with precum. Posters of old mecha-animes peeling at the edges on the walls and empty Monster cans cluttering his desk. His laptop hummed softly in the corner. Probably still open to some physics sim or Digimon wiki. But none of that mattered right now. This was the real Satoru. The one hidden behind the awkward nerd facade everyone at college knew.

You'd been seeing him like this for a good three months now. Sneaking around as his secret girlfriend while being the stereotypical popular girl someone like him would probably never stand. He was all stutters and geek talk out there, rambling about quantum mechanics or why Magnamon was the best digivolved partner. While you were giggling with your friends. Manicured nails raised to cover your lips as you gossiped with them. Someone just had to humble a vapid girl like you!

That’s why behind closed doors he turned out to be a total sadistic psycho! To be fair, you weren’t stopping this. You pushed his buttons on purpose, acting like a total bitch whenever your clique was around. You couldn’t help but encourage his superiority complex. Nothing turned you on more than when he “put you in your place”

It started that morning in the lecture hall. A kind of place where the seats creaked and the air felt stuffy from too many bodies packed in. You were lounging with your usual crew, those girls who trailed after you, giggling at your comments about the latest gossip magazines. Your skirt riding up your thighs as you perched on a desk, you spotted Satoru shuffling in, his white hair tousled, glasses slipping down his nose, backpack slung low like he carried the weight of the world.

In front of the class, he was pathetic, really. The guy who'd blush if you even looked at him too long, only speaking up to correct the prof on some equation or geek out over digital worlds. Your friends rolled their eyes whenever he opened his mouth. But you knew the truth. The hookups in your car after late-night study sessions, the way he'd pin you down and make you beg.

Today, you went too far. As he walked past your group, head down avoiding eye contact, you extended your leg just right. His foot caught, and down he went, sprawling across the floor with a thud. Papers scattered, his glasses clattered off, and the room erupted in snickers. Your friends lost it, howling as “Oops! Clumsy much, weirdo?”

He flushed crimson, scrambling to gather his things, muttering about friction coefficients like it was no big deal. But when his eyes met yours, hidden behind the recovering lenses, you saw the storm brewing. Blue and icy, promising payback. 

You wished he understood you just had to do this! Your excuses about needing his brain for homework hadn't been cutting it this time. Tripping him in front of everyone? Unfortunately tripping him was straight-up disrespect, and he wasn't letting it slide. His text buzzed your phone right after class.

Toru-baby: My room. Five minutes. Or I'll drag you there myself in front of all your friends.

You'd barely knocked before he hauled you inside, door slamming shut. No hello, no bullshit. Straight to the wall, his body pressing you hard against it, mouth crashing on yours in a bruising kiss. 'You think you can embarrass me like that?' he'd hissed, hands already shoving your skirt up. 

“F-fake bitches laughing while you trip your own boyfriend? Y-yeah…you're gonna pay right now!”

He'd forced you to your knees then, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers fueled by rage. His cock springing free, hard and leaking. No warm-up, no teasing. Just his hand fisting your hair and guiding you down, making you take him inch by inch until your nose pressed against his pelvis.

That was how you ended up where you were now. Girthy cock in your mouth, throat contracting as you took him even deeper. Satoru’s pace quickened, grunts filling the air as he chased his release. “Swallow it all, baby! That's how you make it right f’me…” 

You simply nodded while working around him. The burn mixing with a twisted ache between your legs. He tensed, a low curse escaping, and then he was cumming. Thick ropes pulsing down your throat. You swallowed greedily, not spilling a drop, even as he held you flush against him, grinding out the last of it.

Finally, he eased back, cock slipping free with a wet pop, a trail of spit connecting you for a beat before he smeared it across your lips with his tip. “There, I guess you’re forgiven... But don't test me again.” His voice softened a fraction, thumb brushing your cheek almost tenderly. However the glint in his eyes said he was far from done.

You rocked back on your heels, throat raw, wiping your mouth as you looked up at him. The carpet bit into your knees, and your panties were soaked, clit throbbing from neglect. “T-Toru...” It came out whiny, needy, and he smirked, knowing exactly what you wanted.

“C’mon now, pretty girl. Up on the bed.” He hauled you to your feet, shoving you toward the mattress piled with wrinkled clothes and a forgotten controller. You landed on your back, skirt bunched around your waist, and he was on you in seconds, stripping off his shirt to reveal the toned chest he kept hidden under his hoodies.

He pinned your hands above your head with one large palm, the other yanking your top open, buttons scattering. His mouth latched onto your breast, teeth grazing the nipple hard enough to make you arch and gasp. “Y’love this, don't ya? Acting like a bitch out there just to get fucked like one.” He bit down, soothing with his tongue after, then switched sides, leaving dark marks that'd bloom into bruises.

His hand trailed lower, fingers hooking into your panties and tearing them off with a rip. Cool air hit your wetness, and you squirmed, but he slapped your inner thigh, the sting sharp. “Stay still. Or you’re not getting shit!”

You bit your lip, nodding, and he rewarded you by sliding two fingers inside, thick and curling right against that spot. You moaned, hips bucking, but he pinned you firmer, pumping slow at first, then faster, thumb flicking your clit. “So fucking wet from sucking me off. Pathetic.”

The build was intense, your walls clenching around his digits, but he pulled out right as you teetered on the edge, making you whine in frustration. “Please, I-I’m gonna-“ He chuckled, dark and satisfied, positioning himself between your legs. "Y-you're not gonna cum, ah- fuck unless it's on my dick you got that?!" You nodded as his cock, still slick from your mouth, nudged your entrance before he thrust in deep, filling you completely. You cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He didn't hold back, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, the bed creaking under the force.

One hand stayed on your wrists, the other wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse race, vision spotting. “Mine,” he grunted, pounding harder, skin slapping skin. “No more humiliating me in public. Do that shit again and I'll bend you over in the bathroom. Let your friends hear from the stall how depraved you are!”

The threat only pushed you higher, your body tightening, orgasm crashing over you in waves. You came with a scream, nails digging into his back where you could reach, and he followed soon after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.

He collapsed beside you, both panting, his arm draping over your waist possessively. For a minute, the room was quiet, just your breathing syncing up. Then he murmured, “Heard the new Digimon trailer dropped. We should watch it later.” Like nothing happened.

You laughed softly, turning into him, the contrast in your dynamic hitting you every time. “Like I’d be seen watching that kiddy-shit Toru.”

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@genosblackwife @whispersingojo @6x-x9 @megumisrighttoe

Omg don’t come at me for the cringe ahh dialogue and it literally is js bad porno

tysm @6x-x9 for the proofreaading!!

anyways I js like the idea of fratjo being the sub and nerdjo being the dom yk, js switch it up a bit. and yeah i said this would be out days ago but what r U gonna do abt it?? NOTHING

[kikichoo]

fuck I was humping my mattress while reading this

[plumkissed]

choso being soft with you even when he's the one in control ᝰ.ᐟ 18+ mdni, fem!reader

“i can take these off for you, baby?” choso’s deep voice silks through your eardrums, your lips wetting with saliva as your eyes flutter to a close and you nod, mind melting into a puddle of fantasies while you yearn for all he’s going to do to you.

long fingers hook under the band of your soddened panties, his breath warm as his open mouth ghosts over the unblemished skin of your neck. It won’t last for long though, choso takes pride in garnishing your skin with endless examples of his love for you—examples anyone else who pines for you will be able to recognize with ease.

your hips lift for him. you’re silent in your compliance but immediate and it makes him groan, sharp canines grazing just below your jaw while the space in his sweats depletes with each passing second.

a knee wedges between your trembling legs to part them as he comes to hover over you, watching you writhe beneath him need, like you need his touch to be able to breathe.

“cho…” you whine.

“i know, babygirl. you’re being so patient.”

he applies pressure just where you want it and a gasp chokes from your throat, back bowing and nails sinking into the vein ribbed skin of his forearm. a large, gentle hand caresses your cheek, just before his deft thumb dips into the shaky ‘o’ your mouth has formed.

“yeah… there’s my girl.”

the sound of your delicious little whines are muffled as your lips come to a close, but it’s worth it when he sees the look in your eyes as you look up at him, wet tongue swirling, saliva glistening around his thumb just like it does on his cock every time you sink to your knees for him and suddenly he’s starting to second guess his plan of taking his time with you, but he keeps on. because you come first, always.

he can’t help but admire you like this, letting his head weigh to the side when he sighs, “you’re so pretty.”

your throbbing, slick moistened clit rolls over the area above his knee when he tenses his leg and you squeal, eyebrows bunching in the middle, a desperate plea for him to give you more than what you’re getting.

he kisses his way down your torso, low-lidded intense eyes never breaking contact with yours, a dampened trail of his affection left from his descent. he stops just at your navel, tonguing at the skin there because he knows it drives you crazy, his theory only proven as your hand cards through his hair. you’re near tears and he hasn’t even done anything.

“choso, please…”

“alright alright, m’sorry,” he chuckles lowly, whispering “was just havin’ a lil’ fun.”

licking his lips, he positions himself to lay on his stomach, a full view of your glistening cunt on display and you shudder when he all but growls. it’s primal and feral, has you clenching around what you wish was something. his pupils blowing with that blood thirsty glint he always gets when it comes to you.

he’s got the underside of your thighs in his hands, keeping them open for him because he hates to be interrupted when he eats. nose scrunching slightly as he takes a large inhale, holding the air of your enthralling scent in his nostrils before he exhales loudly, eyes slamming shut to steel himself.

“god, you smell so good… can i taste you, baby? please?”

you’re not sure why he’s asking, the answer is always the same. definitely maybe just to hear that impatient split of your voice when you muster out a response, or to witness the pool of arousal that seeps down between your cheeks and onto the sheets below you because he asked you so nicely. his tongue is already licking impatiently at the slick smeared skin of your inner thigh, like he can’t help himself, eyes that of a man hungry and starved and it only makes you wetter for him.

“say it.” voice soft yet stern in his demand, you whine,

“yes please.”

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suguru taking care of both of your holes ꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ

there’s nothing suguru loves more than fucking both of your holes and watching you struggle to do so.

having your throat tight around an eight-inch dildo while he rams into you, feeling you squeeze around him tightly. 

watching the saliva strings drip one after another and the sounds of your gargling and struggle while he continues to throat fuck you and fuck you from behind. 

it gets him off in more ways than one. everything about this setup gets him hot; having you struggle is a kink of his. 

“come on, you’ve done it before; just breathe through your nose.”

pushing the dildo deeper into your mouth as he pushed himself deeper inside of you.

the coating of your wetness is making its way to his balls, sending a warm shiver down his spine. 

sometimes he had you deep throat him while you rode a dildo, seeing if it was easier for you, and it wasn't; you still struggled to fit all of it inside of you and then slide it out with ease. 

making suguru push his dick further in the back of your throat so he can watch you try to focus on both things at once. 

every time you stopped riding the dildo or meeting the rhythm of his dick going in and out of your wet, sloppy mouth, he'd give your cheek a firm smack to keep you focused or close your nose and watch panic fill your eyes. 

“don’t pull back… don’t you fucking dare.” 

leaning down and blowing in your face a little, then shoving himself deeper, your throat squeezing around his dick tightly, holding onto him, and the dildo inside of you starting to ease up because of how wet you are. 

the slick noises of both your holes getting fucked are like music to his ears; he can go to sleep from those sounds alone. 

closing his eyes while he continued to throat fuck you and soaking in the sounds.

every little sound your body made. your heavy breathing, your little whimpers, your pussy, and the way your mouth starts to sound after he cums down your throat and you start to choke.

squirming on your knees while you still try to keep up the pace and rhythm of riding the dildo, the tip of it digging into your sweet spot near your cervix making you squeeze your eyes shut. 

there are so many feelings in your body that you can’t keep up with, and you end up squirting on the dildo.

suguru is holding the back of your neck and still driving himself deeper, trying to have himself slip down more even if it's not possible. 

making sure he can milk himself dry using your throat one more time while he watches you soak the dildo again. 

your bounces are getting faster because of how slick the dildo is now; his breathing gets harder, and the tip of his dick twitches a little before he cums again, his cum painting the back of your throat and slowly sliding down. 

“you did it; you took both.” 

sliding himself out and cupping your cheek and watching you swallow, his eyes dark with satisfaction. 

[kosmogrl]

[aidashakur]

And for the lady, perhaps a man who acts like loving you is the best decision he’s ever made