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i need sukuna's thick girthy ginormous cocks so fucking deep in my body to the point where i pass out. like one has to be piercing thru my spleen and the other tearing my stomach apart. and then, i want him to bite into my neck and tear out my jugular with his fangs while he shreds my my wet dripping soaked pussy walls with those claws
"Suguru! Watch out!"
𝑔𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈?!?! ✰ riding prof!toru to tears after he gifts you a beautiful box of aphrodisiac chocolates for valentines — aphrodisiacs, gagging, improper use of nanamis tie (and office lmao)
warmth spreads through you, your vision turning hazy as the residue taste of chocolate sits upon your lips. the candy just as sweet as you had expected, although considering who it was from, that's no surprise at all. the surprise is the way heat pools low into your belly burning slow and insistent.
satoru can taste it onyour tongue still, your hands tangled in his snowy hair while your hips rock against satoru as he sits back against the big chair in whoevers office you'd pushed him into.
a lazy smirk on his glistening lips as your fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt revealing more of his pretty skin to your greedy eyes. quickly undoing his belt buckle and pulling it from the loops, to free his cock. "so eager aren't we, sweetie" speaking as if he isnt aching for you too.
"you enjoyed my gift?"
he just cant seem to shut up can he.
"i'll take it you did" speaking so self assuredly
pulling yourself away wordlessly, you make quick work of tugging off your own clothing, every brush of the fabric against your skin sending a jolt through you. biting into his lip, satoru has to keep from cumming just at the sight of you naked in front of him. anticipation quickly builds up inside him, pretty blue eyes curiously, impatiently, following your movements.
tugging a desk drawer open, you rummage around for anything you could use to help your dear professor stay quiet , even if you had to resort to pressing a piece tape over his lips— fortunately, it won't come to that though because you manage to find something even better.
straddling lap hips once more, a soft groan from his lips, satorus fingers digging into your hips pulling you closer to him in a silent plea for more.
holding up the familiar spotted yellow tie you'd retrieved from the drawer, you loop it over his head firmly positioning the fabric in his mouth between his teeth tying it at the base of his neck in a simple but sturdy knot. a spark of surprise shines in your professors eyes for a moment as he processes, his pupils blowing out with desire.
anchoring your hands on his chest, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his mouth, "much better." a desperate muffled sound escapes him, your eyes lidded with a satisfied look adorning your features that makes him throb. "now i can focus on what really matters without any distraction"
your pace isnt at all what satoru had expected, slow and deliberate rather than frantic, needy in the same way he is. you roll your hips against his, your bare cunt grinding against him while his grip on your hips tightens, the silk around his lips just barely restraining his sounds.
reaching between your bodies, your fingers wrap around his cock, stoking slowly. his head falls back against nanamis chair, satorus hips jerk upward chasing your touch.
"so sensitive, professor." you coo. "all this from a little chocolate? were you this excited when you gave it to me?"
his response comes in the form of a muffled curse straining against the tie, the fingers on your hips holding you tight enough to leave marks. lifting your hips slightly, you drag the tip through tour folds pressing it to your clit in a little peck before lining him up with your entrance sinking down on him inch by inch.
one of satorus hands slides up your side to your waist, helping steady you as you take him deeper. a broken moan leaving his lips at the feeling of you clenching around him, the gag doing more to stifle his sounds than to silence thrm. pausing for a moment, you let yourself adjust to him. busying your lips on his neck, your hands trailing over the skin of his forearms and up to his biceps while the slow burn of the stretch eases into dizzying pleasure.
you start with a languid role of your hips. the fabric around his lips darkening, the bright yellow of it changing shades with his saliva.
satoru's sapphire eyes, wide and glassy in desperate reverence and need are locked on you, utterly ruined even though you're only just beginning.
"look at you professor, being so quiet for me. so good."
but his patience withers embarrassingly quick. the hand smoothing along your waist coming down you your hips, planting his feet on the floor to thrust into you in sharp thrust that pulling a gasp from your lips. without pausing, you reach behind you, taking him by the wrists, pinning his hands to his chest, interlacing your fingers with his.
"ah ah, none of that. unless you would like me to find something else for your hands too" leaning in close you continue,
"would you like that, professor?"
you feel how his dick jumps at the threat. a shuddering running down his spine but he nods his head no. you hum, satisfied "good", bracing your own on his shoulders, picking up the pace finally riding him like you've been needing. each roll of your hips hitting all the perfect spots inside you.
"hah fuck. so perfect. so perfect, good to me satoru"
hearing his name fall from your lips was enough to push him over the edge, spilling inside you suddenly leaving his chest heaving and his body trembling around you but you dont stop and your pace doesn't falter. not allowing him a moment of recovery as you take exactly what you need, riding his twitchy over sensitive cock like you want to break it.
tears well up in his eyes, feeling overwhelmed but satoru thinks he may die if you stop.
but you keep going, taking exactly what you need from him. turning hims stupid on your pussy while he cries so pretty for you. the gag slips, the knot losing so you adjust it.
his head falls back on the chair, salty tears tracing a path down his heated cheeks. completely wrecked for you, your composed professor turning stupid at the feeling of your wrapped around him so tightly. the knot securing the makeshift gag in place loosens, allowing the yellow fabric about to slip from between his lips when your hands come up to adjust it.
pressing a peck to his lips, just long enough for him to try tasting your tongue before pulling away, tightening the knot so the tie sits comfortably snug between his teeth a weak whimper coming from behind it.
"i know, i know. you can take it, just a little more" circling your hips to grind your clit against his lower abdomen. "you're gonna give me one more, toru. just-fuck one more?"
you're both delirious with pleasure. the coil in your belly tightening with desperate each drag of your hips until it snaps. your walls clenching around him, easily bringing him over the edge to his rhird orgasm. satorus strong arms loop around you, his body arching off the chair, a dinal choked sound tearing from his throat.
he slumps back, holding your body close to his own trembly limp one. his face a reddened mess of droll and tears. it feels as though the misty haze of lust finally lifts as you slowly regain your breathe after a long moment of peacefully resting against satorus chest. carefully, you reach up to untie the gag, freeing the damp fabric of nanamis tie from his mouth discarding it on the desk.
gently maneuvering yourself off of him in an effort not to cause any discomfort, you grab some tissues wiping his face clean. a smile making its way to your lips when your gazes meet, "happy valentines day,"
his name dances on the tip of your tongue. satoru.
happy valentines day, satoru.
"professor."
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. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | dressmaker!suguru using his measuring tape to see how deep he is inside you
you don’t know how you ended up splayed over suguru’s desk with your legs thrown over his shoulders when minutes ago he was taking your measurements for a fashion event.
slutty little glasses sitting on his nose, measuring tape draped around his neck as he wrote in his notebook. pages strewn with sketches of outfit ideas, messy notes and reminders to himself, your name sometimes popping up here and there.
but somewhere in between talking about your dress, he tugged the measuring tape off and replaced it with your legs, your ankles locked behind him as he laid you back on his desk.
“stay-- hahh stay still for me, pretty girl,” he tries to sound commanding but his voice comes out breathy and shaky. his hands trembling slightly with pleasure as he holds the tape above your contracting stomach. “i just need to measure one more thing. fuck…”
with each deep stroke of his cock, he can see the thick head of it protrude through your stomach. he groans, soft and low, cursing something under his breath. it takes everything in him to not speed up the pace of his mind-numbing thrusts.
“but it’s… you’re so ngh d-deep, sugu,” you mewl, squirming against the hardness of the desk. you clench around him each time his bulbous tip drags against each and every sweet spot he somehow manages to find. you’re sure that he’s kissing your cervix at this point, fuzzy stars blurring your vision.
“i know, pretty, i know,” he coos, glasses sliding down his nose as he tries to read the numbers on the tape. “and you’re taking it so well for me. taking me so-- fuck, you’re so tight… taking me so well.”
a whimper slips past your lips in response to his depraved praise before it turns in a choked gasp when he presses his palm down on the bulge in your stomach. you quiver violently, fingers finding something to hold onto, grasping helplessly at the wooden surface under you.
the hand that was pushing down on your stomach slides down to grip your waist, pinning you down with a soft click of his tongue.
“stop moving so much,” he chides gently with a subtle, firm undertone.
“can’t, sugu… ‘s too much.” you’re panting, eyes barely half open, going limp against the desk as he drives into you so good that it almost hurts. you can’t decide between wanting more or for him to stop because it’s that much overwhelming.
he leans down, your thighs folding into your chest. his hair tickles your cheek, hot breath caressing your mouth, violet eyes locked onto yours.
“you can take it. i know you can. you always take it for me like my perfect girl,” he whispers, pressing a ghost of a kiss to your lips before he pulls back, straightening again.
his thrusts become torturously slow, taking the measuring tape back in his hands and stretching it over your stomach unsteadily. you try to steady your own breathing, trying to stay as still as you can despite the intimate smooches of his tip to your sweet spot, only making the puddle under your ass bigger.
then, his breath hitches, smirk faltering. cock throbbing against your plush walls. he has to bite back a groan.
8.6 sweet inches.
“god, look at that, pretty girl,” he breathes out, a raspy strain of his voice as he tries to hold back just how ruined he is at the mere sight. and you follow his gaze to the bulge in your stomach, clamping down on him like a vice which forces him to stutter out a curse. “f-fuck… you really do take me so deep. take me so fucking good.” and he sounds proud. almost tame compared to the frantic snap of his hips that follows soon after like he can’t help himself.
you cry out his name, throwing your arms around him to hold onto him as he drills into you like a man gone insane. he’s groaning, rough and low, tossing the tape aside to focus on you now.
the desk creaks weakly under you, protesting the force of his hips. though, it’s barely audible over the lewd squelching with each push of his hips and the smacking of skin against skin.
he leans back down again, dragging his teeth over the lobe of your ear, breathing heavily. “you know, i think i could get even deeper if i had you bent over this desk. wanna try?”
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smth smth cowboy!suguru cumming in your panties before dropping you off to college/work nnggh smth smth
༄ cowboy!suguru sometimes finds himself needing to remind you to breathe when he fucks you, but he's gotten used to it by now—
recognizing the heaving of your chest nearly coming to a stop, the air escaping your lungs to quickly as the pleasure overwhelms you in the best of ways.
with tender hands, suguru slips his arm between you and the cotton sheets of the mattress, pulling you up from your position on all fours in one strong swoop and carefully flipping you on your back. brushing the hair that sticks to your forehead with sweat, suguru presses light fluttering kisses to your reddened cheeks— "breathe for me"
his warm palm slides up your body to your chest, stopping at the valley between your breasts like an anchor. the other hand clamped around your waist rubbing little circles in encouragement and somehow it only makes it worse, your breathing stuttered in your chest.
"need you to breathe for me darin"
sugurus hair falls around you like a curtain, shutting the rest of the world away from your shared moment. guiding one of your hands to his chest, "with me, baby that's it" and a shaky exhale tumbles past your bitten lips, you're breathing gradually returning to a steady pace as you feel your hearts erratic beating calm to a sync with his.
"there you go, there's my gorgeous girl"
his face is so close to yours, noses brushing and you feel just so close — just the way you like it. wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss along the column of his throat your lips brushing the tender skin, muttering something under your breath.
suguru hears it, and chooses to tease you about it anyway.
"hmm? what was that?"
the flush on your face spreads.
backing away just enough to see your beautiful face glow for him, suguru cannot help his sly grin. "can't give my girl what she needs if she won't tell me"
"you know what i need, stop it."
his smile grows, chest tightening with immeasurable fondness for you. "do i? indulge me baby, wont you?"
your bodies are tangled in the sheets, his hips fucking into you slowly like he's trying to tenderly coax the words out of you, the hand on your chest moving back to it's position between your legs to play with your clit. the rough pads of his fingers stroking it before pressing into it, drawing out the letters the make his name on it.
"suguru, need you to fuck me like you mean it"
pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, suguru then rests his own against you. pretty violet eyes looking straight you and you almost forget how to breathe again.
"whatever my dove wants."
a/n: can you tell how bad i love him :D
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Professor Pornst✰r !?!?
·˚ professor/pornstar! satoru gojo x student! reader
·˚ content warnings & tags: 18+, uni au, switch (mostly sub) professor satoru, switch student reader, satoru is older than reader, reader has a fat crush on him, use of sex toys (vibrators, strap on,), pegging, oral, piv, filming, masturbating, office sex, improper use of nanamis tie, etc etc
I ·˚ secret pornstar satoru gets discovered by his lonely horny star student
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geto, nanami, and gojo paint your face [18+]
warnings: bukkake, cumshots, swallowing, handjobs, masturbation (f&m), oral (m!receiving), crude language, nastyyyyyy
your knees are melting into the hardwood floor, splinters kissing the redden skin. your thighs stained with your own arousal and the stickiness of the messes they made just moments before. the fast drip of warm cum hitting your flushed chest and rolling down your damp body, spilling between the valley of your breasts and the goosebumps against your pelvis bone. globs of white leaving trails of their pleasure to paint pornographic pictures and whispers of stories that are ticking at the tip of your tongue and theirs.
you’re currently caged between the three men. solid, muscular thighs and curved cocks block your view of anything else. feather like touches graze the ends of your hair, sweat curling the ends. calloused palms rub against your tits, your nipples hardening under the weight. your own hand following quietly, rolling down the pre-made tracks of heat and bruised signs of sexual affection. your position making it easy for you to just slip inside — but you wait, teasing yourself with hovering fingers at your slippery folds.
the room is in a messy haze of sensuality, gruff groans ringing between bodies and the walls. pangs of excitement zinging straight to your dripping, used core. the smell of limbs that have wrapped around each numerous times, mixing everything from spit to sweat. three different colognes to your weakened perfume. releases to releases. an earthy type of musk wafting over their heads and hanging over yours, making your room feel tighter than it ever has been before.
“you’re pretty like this,” he whispers as if you’re the only person in the room. you look up with heavy eyes, wet lashes — the events of the night dragging across your features as you catch his eye.
also also thinking about cowboy suguru and the belt part made me drool imagine him restraining your wrists using his belt hejehehe
mmmphnnnngh i'm imagining it tehehe him saying smth like "don't go running from me know" AND OMGOMH pulling him in by his belt loops??? he almost came in his pants. instantly he's ready for you
BEAR!!!!!
BEARRR!!!!
hornae cowboy!suguru hcs because i said so :>
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru's favourite thing in the whole world is laying back comfortably and watching you lose yourself riding him with his hat on your head
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru and his breeding kink. he'll hold you down in a deep mating press with your ankles thrown over his shoulders. piercing violet eyes looking straight at you the entire time, save for when he occasionally closes the short distance between you both to press sweet kisses to your teary cheeks and whisper filth into your ears, spilling load after load into your dripping puffy cunt
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who loves fucking you in a nice sturdy headlock.
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who absolutely lives to eat you out. he's not picky about how but if he were to pick his favourite ways to have you cumming on his tongue — one would be having you sit directly on face, none of that hovering nonsense he'll pull you down and guide you hips to grind on his nose and tongue himself. drinking you in, savouring the view of his woman sat so pretty on her seat.
the other way he enjoys eatting you out would be having you on all fours, your back arched to push your ass high into the air for him to devour and your pretty face pressed into the pillows beneath you. his greedy fingers kneading and fondling the soft flesh, kissing up your inner thighs and biting at the plump skin before burying his face against you. licking at your clit and sucking around
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru and the terrible habit of speaking to your pussy. whether he's tongues buried into your pussy or he's got you ridding him so sweetly or he's fucking into fast with quick harsh snaps of hips — he'll be talking to her. gently shushing your moans to hear the obscene sounds your dripping cunt makes for him. "let me hear her darlin' "
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who likes holding your tongue between his thumb and forefinger when he cums on it. politely asking you to open you mouth for him, taking your tongue in his fingers before spilling all over it, smearing his release all over your tongue then pulling you into a nasty kiss
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who calls you his pretty bird/dove, his sweetheart, his darling, his angel — the common theme being that he never fails to mention, even if only subtly, that you're entirely his just as he is entirely yours.
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who would, very very rarely, let you tie him up in a chair ropes and toy with him to the point of tears but each time you get to it's an absolute treat. he lets you stoke him and kiss up his dick until he's shooting blanks and can only manage broken whines of your name
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru who gently reprimands you when you curse in bed with a simple, "language." or "watch your mouth." on nights he's being a little meaner
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru would shoot anyone that would ever dare make you upset but all the same, he's got a thing for seeing fat tears spill from your beautiful eyes when he edges (or overstims) you
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru typically wears a thick heavy leather belt and makes a show of taking it off when you're sit so pretty between his thighs. its tantalizing how he pulls it free from the belt loops, his strong hands wrapped around the leather and you're dripping at the thought of them roaming your skin
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru holds so gently when he's got you in lotus position, thrusting into you so tenderly while whispering in your ear how sorry he is for ever making you worry
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru talks you through it so well you think just hearing him speak could make a mess of your panties
·˚ ༘ cowboy!suguru and his top tier aftercare no. matter. what. cleaning you up gently and holding you close to his chest for as long as you'd like. always making sure your hydrated, comfortable, and had something to eat
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. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | of course suguru’s only birthday wish is for you to sit on his face <3
it’s bright and early, his voice still groggy, your movements still lazy. you didn’t have the chance to get out of bed before he lured you back in with a couple of sugary words and needy hands that roamed over all the right places.
it wasn’t long before he settled you above him, pretty hands holding onto your thighs, keeping you tethered to his face. his mouth hot and messy on you, low hums vibrating through him and only adding to the pleasure.
your soft moans fill the room, your thighs trembling on either side of his head as he laps at your folds and leaking entrance clenching around nothing.
“mmm, my sweet girl. you really live up to your nickname,” he hums, as he continues to swipe his tongue over you, flattening it and soaking up every drop of your arousal.
shuddering with the pleasure buzzing through you, your body buckles forward and you grip the headboard for leverage as he lavishes attention on your cunt all swollen and pretty for him.
“love it s-so much, sugu,” you mewl, eyes screwing shut, teeth capturing your bottom lip between them. “feels s’good.”
you feel the way his lips curve up against you in a smile. “yeah? ride my face, then, beautiful. make yourself feel even better.”
your hips almost move on instinct, immediately grinding back and forth, clit bumping against his nose and dragging along his tongue that dances in time with the rock of your body. he pushes his face deeper between your thighs, smothering himself as he sucks and licks at your sloppy lips.
usually, he’s so sensual and tender with you. taking his time, making you fall apart gradually until your mind goes blank and all you can think about is the pleasure that he blesses you with.
but now, he’s messy. almost desperate, like he can’t get enough and already wants more. already drunk on you, intoxicated by your scent and taste.
his jaw aches from how hard he works to make you unravel above him, but he doesn’t pay any mind to it. his sole focus is you, your taste, your breathy moans which are the sweetest morning call.
“f-fuuuck ah…! suguru, suguru,” mindless little whines fall from your lips as your head tosses back, overcome with bliss the closer you get to that edge. “keep going, please.”
you grind against his face faster, using him for your own pleasure but that’s all he wishes for - for you to make yourself feel good on him. your hips stutter in their fervent sways each time his tongue flicks over your twitching nub. he drags the tip of it through your slit, more of your syrupy arousal coating his tongue and he groans softly at the mess he’s making of you.
he lets you ride his tongue as you please, your movements becoming choppy and frantic. one hand clutching the headboard and the other reaching down to tangle in his hair.
“mhm, yeah, pull my hair, pretty girl. there we go. feels good, huh?” his words are muffled against you and you can only nod dumbly in response, stuttered moans of his name bouncing off the bedroom walls.
“so so good hnngh… g-gonna cum, sugu.”
“lay it on me, sweet girl, give me all of it,” he practically purrs, just as desperate as you are to make you cum. latching his mouth onto you, lapping at your folds greedily, throat bobbing as he guzzles down your sweet, sticky sap like a drunkard.
suguru is a mess himself when you finally fall apart on his tongue, body convulsing, tightening and going lax. and he moans when you drench his tastebuds, only shoving his face further if that was even possible, not wanting to waste a single drop. every single ounce of you deserves to be worshipped and devoured, and he’s your most devoted sinner.
his eager licks slow down to gentle kisses, soothing over your sensitive folds. and once your body stops trembling and you pull off him, he’s smiling lazily. purple eyes so tender and content, lips and chin glossy with your decadent slick.
“i don’t think any other part of today will be able to live up to that.”
a/n: happy birthday to the prettiest princess ever this is so rushed because i got the idea last minute 😭
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i don't care i'm fucking true form sukuna, two cocks and all
༄ suguru spoils his own birthday surprise too early
suguru has been killing time all day, flailing around while, finding himself now sat on the ground next to you. carelessly scrolling back and forth on his home screen with his head in your lap while you sit at your desk typing away at your computer and flipping through pages and pages of annotated notes scattered across your desk. he enjoys reading them, sometimes drawing little doodles in page corners or leaving sweet 'i love you' messages and silly one liners hidden between the lines of text for you to find as you read — eager to subtly weave himself closer to you in even the littlest way.
for the past few hours sugurus been contently sitting by your side as you study, your hand coming down to pet his hair every so often when he pokes your thigh reminding you to have some water. his finger taps at his phone screen but sugurus hardly paying it any attention now, listening instead to the sound of your typing or quietly reading something under your breath.
a poorly contained pout tugs at his lips as he turns his attention back to you, rounded amethyst eyes watching for a moment how your glasses slip down your nose and your back is arched uncomfortably over your desk to look closer at your computer as you adjust your sitting position for the nth time.
clicking his phone off, sugurus hand rests on your thigh and you can feel the warmth of his palm through your shorts as he traces along the folds in the fabric. "how much longer?" his voice soft with longing and need.
"ill be done soon,"—lying straight through your teeth. "just gonna finish up this little bit" but really you're just stalling.
"are you ignoring me?", fingers dragging up to play with the waistband of your shorts, dipping just beneath it lightly brushing against the skin of your belly. "i am not." suguru presses a kiss to your thigh before he shifts his position, pushing your knees apart to sit between them in the tight space beneath your desk. he hums, "then, do you have anything to say to me?" you peek at him over your glasses with an unimpressed look and he flashes you a sweet smile before he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. "i dont believe i do—suguru what are yo-"
"shhhh. focus on your books, baby. dont let me distract you" he trails messy open mouthed kisses all the way up your thighs, sucking and nibbling at the soft skin there to leave pretty purple marks he'll get to admire later. suguru kisses your pussy through your shorts, the bridge of his nose pressed to your clit through it, his frustration evident in his impatience.
pulling away from you completely leaving you wanting. hips chasing him, "you're almost done aren't you?" his facade fraying at the edges when he looks up to you from between your thighs, chest raising and falling with each breath he takes, your pretty face glows a deep flustered pink and your glasses sitting askew on your nose and the sight nearly has him making a mess of himself in his pants. "dont go wasting precious time now"
refocusing your attention, you return to work; trying to pay him no mind while your fingers fly shakily over the computer keyboard without really typing anything coherent. suguru continues his teasing ministrations, stripping your shorts away, dragging them off you hips down your legs and throwing them aside to kiss your pretty pussy only to discover the surprise beneath. a pretty lacy pair of underwear hugging your hips in his favourite colour — pale yellow with intricate designs and a cute little purple bow sewn on the front. his eyes wide at first as he takes it in, the pout on his lips slowly long forgotten and replaced with delight, melting to a wicked grin.
"oh? what do we have here angel?" his finger hooks around the delicate hem of the panties, tracing the straps where your thighs and hips meet with maddening featherlight touches. "is this all for me?" leaning in, suguru presses a kiss right over the already damp lace, groaning at your taste and sending a volt of pleasure straight through you. "how long where you planning on keeping this-" he pauses, gently snapping the band against your skin "from me?" he teases.
pushing the flimsy lacy fabric aside, pretty violet eyes dart from your face to between your legs at your glistening folds. "ignoring me all day, pretending to study, and this whole time you're sitting there dressed pretty as a present just for me"
starting off slow, he spreads you open on his fingers. flattening his tongue against your exposed sex to lick from your dripping entrance to your clit in a broad firm stroke of his tongue, groaning against your cunt at your addicting taste. his movements are deliberate and practiced knowing exactly how to undo you.
on your desk, your notes and laptop sit forgotten. the string of nonsensical letters you've typed into your document staring back at you before the screen goes dark, displaying the mirror reflection of the mess hes turning you into. your head falls forward, glasses slipping down your nose, and your hands reaching down to tug him closer you by the hair. pulling just a breath away to look up at you, sugurus chuckling against your pussy, the vibration sending pleasured trembles up your thighs .
the lower half of his face covered in a sheen your arousal, his eyes gleaming as he reaches up from beneath the desk to fix them back on your nose, tapping your cheek "you've got lots of work a head of you pretty, pay attention"
sinking two fingers into your weeping entrance, sugurus tongue focuses on your clit. sucking and kissing at it reverently — worshipfully. biting gently when he notices you getting too distracted. "fuck, suguru- please" pumping his fingers faster. harder. "so polite huh, baby. "
obscene sounds of him between your legs fill the room. your fingers tug him closer into you, "mmnph 'm gonna cum. wanna cum sugu-" your hips buck into his wrists in time with each thrust of his fingers dragging along your velvety walls, broken moans spilling from your lips as your pace begins to falter, your back arching off your chair as the coil tightens in your lower belly. tightening further with each passing second,
willing your rollled eyes open, you peek below you from the rims of your glasses to see sugurus face buried between your legs. a slight furrow tugging at his brows and a rouge blush painting his face from his wet cheeks to the tips of his ears, as he looks straight back at you.
sweat dribbles down your forehead and you cum into his mouth with a loud moan. your legs tremble around his head as he carefully pulls his fingers out, delivering a few slow licks to your clit snd twitchy hole to help you ride out your orgasm.
(and to savour the feeling of your warmth on his tongue for a few moments longer)
tenderly pulling away, suguru fixes that cute pair of panties back in place and pushes himself up from under your desk. pressing sweet kissing all the way up your slack body before coming up to plant a desperate kiss to your lips letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"do you have anything to say to me now?"
looking over his shoulder, you drag a wobbly hand along your laptops touchpad to illuminate your computer screen again; a nonessential sting of letters on your document from you incoherent typing earlier greets you, your eyes tug down to the bottom of your screen to read the he displayed time: 12:23 A.M.
taking his face in your hands, you press a kiss to his nose — "happy birthday suguru, you're far too nosey for your own good. mmm- ruined.. my surprise for you" your words get slurred between the kisses you share as his hands pull you up in his arms, carrying you in bridal and heading in the direction of your room to unveil the rest of his birthday gift.
a/n: hehe its my beautiful princess husbands birthdae!!!
🏷️ @satorus-princess