You’re fully exposed. Ass up and folded. Moulded to his desire.
Your head is buried in the pillow, trying desperately to handle the heat radiating between the two of you. Failing to muffle the delicious whines that flow from your lips. A melody that matches the rhythm against your ass.
The room is filled with lewd noises.
The sheer pounding of skin-on-skin contact - his mound against your dripping arousal - blends seamlessly with the sounds from your lips. His grip is tight, pulling you back to meet him half-way, eager to not lose this drumbeat he knows you love so dearly. You’ll know it’ll bruise, but you couldn’t care less. Beautiful marks imprinted in your skin for the days to come.
He moves his muscular legs to either side of yours, somehow reaching deeper within you now. Toji rests upon his elbow, surrounding your body and hovering so close, you can feel heat from his body. You swear you feel his sweat mixing with yours. Reaching out, his hand grasps your shoulder, creating a new handle to pull you down onto him.
You feel his dampened hair first. His forehead shares your pillow, sensationally close to your ears. His laboured breath becomes a welcomed reward for folding your body in this way. It reverberates in your ears like a purr.
He’s starting to lose control.
Pulling himself together, a hand reaches into your hair, tugging you back and almost upright on your knees. You suck in air at the sting, which exhales as a mewl, “Ahhhh... fuck.” Your beautiful neck is exposed, and your sweet moans are no longer muffled by the pillow.
Toji’s fingers find your lips, teasing them with the lightest touch before working its way into your mouth. Firstly, one. Then two. Before three lay heavily on your tongue.
Oh, you wish you could have something heavier, but it’s currently brushing against your walls.
You willingly take his fingers. Teasing each digit, imagining it’s his cock as you work up a lathering drool. Your thoughts run rabid while his actions continue their onslaught, the pleasure within you about to snap.
“Ooh… doll. You’re taking me so well. Do you like it?” He growls in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. You instinctively follow them, missing their presence. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips. Forgetting your words and unable to think, you nod in agreement, still whining from Toji’s brutal pace.
Unhappy with wordless expressions, he snaps your head back. Pulling your hair and arching your body just the way he likes.
“Use your words babydoll. I said, "Do you like it?”” he barks it at you. That smile of his spreads across his face when he hears you. A breathless cry, “Y-Yes!”, is forced from deep within you.
Toji, now satisfied, releases your hair. Skilfully wrapping his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexes and presses just so, restricting the blood to your head. The other hand reaches to where you’re joined, circling your clit at an unforgiving pace.
Starting to spin, your head is deliciously dizzy. The pressure on your throat combined with the sensations from your clit, together leaves you open-mouthed and speechless in pleasure.
Your breath is short, and heavy, and he feels it vibrating from within.
His lips seek out your ear, breathing laboriously and matched to his rhythm. That familiar burning sensation ignites and races through your body. Your walls begin to pulsate and tighten around his cock. He can sense it, so groans deeply his command into your ear,
Genre: Smut with Soft!Geto Suguru x Vulva Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Pet Names (sweetheart and baby), Unprotected Sex, Jumps right into the action, Hair in your face, Suguru pauses to tie his hair up, Sweaty, Skin to skin, Sensual, Fingering, Good Boy Suguru, Suguru does his signature purrs, slight cockwarming
Summary: Sugu has beautiful hair. And I’m jealous. Had this image of him tying his hair up and couldn’t get it out of my head.
Influenced Track: Nervous by The Neighbourhood
Word count: 741 words
Art Credit: Unknown (if you know please let me know so I can credit pls. I found it on Pinterest and a reverse image search didn't find anything)
It’s like you’re speaking volumes, but not a singular word is being uttered between you. Both fervent. Heated. Aggressively loving. Addicted to each other.
Every rhythmic thrust into you has you arching into him. His hands caress your skin, delicately grasping at your hips. Skin to skin, he moulds his body seamlessly with yours, his head resting in the pillow beside you. Both misted in sweat and radiating heat.
Suguru’s uttering confessions in your ears, and you devour his pulse in response. The taste of salt lingers on your tongue. He’s wrapping your legs around his waist, perfecting the friction deliciously. Your tracing fingertips rise up his back, each muscle rippling and flexing. Sensitive.
When your fingers reach the nape of his neck, he shudders and groans into the pillow beside you. His signature purr vibrates your eardrum. Moving with fever to your lips, desperate to taste you. You card your fingers through his hair, brushing it to the side, but it falls forward - tickling your face and brushing against your skin.
He hums against your lips. Your fingers holding his hair back, exposing his neck - an opportunity to flat lick from his jugular notch to his chin. Feeling his voice box as he gulps reactively.
Losing a hold of his luscious locks, it cascades down to your face once again.
Suguru lifts himself from you, resting on his knees and not once leaving your body. Reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a hair tie while you lay there watching. Your breath heavy and your skin glowing from his ministrations. Beautiful.
The black hair tie hangs between his teeth while he combs his hair back with his fingers. The shorter lengths framing his face as you observe his beauty, looking like a god between your thighs. Your pussy unconsciously clenching around him.
He throws you a look. Silently telling you not to tease him.
He pulls the tie over his palm, tying up his hair into a bun with the other hand. Courteous to ensure you have no distractions from your high. The sweat beading on his skin catches your eye. Following the beads, like rain on a window, they roll down the contours he’s created, and glide effortlessly over his scars. Leading your eyes over his glorious body, and memories of times before.
Kneeling above you, he can see your eyes eating him alive. That your mind is racing with enticing thoughts by the way your pussy twitches around him involuntarily. Your arousal covers him with every flutter.
“Careful, Sweetheart,” pulling you from your thoughts and reminding you not to tease him, while he fastens the hair tie in place.
He leans on his elbow above you, wrapping your legs around his waist once more. His other hand on your chin and angling your face just so. Lust-filled eyes taking in your blissed-out, rosy state. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, red and swollen from his kisses.
Testing your nerve, you poke out your tongue and lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes widen at your boldness, so he has to nudge you where you’re still joined. The movement has you dropping your mouth wide, brushing over your sensitive spot deep inside. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, resting on your tongue.
You begin to suck his thumb, tongue flicking around it as he picks up from where he left off. Sensuously slow but passionate, he submits every delicious movement into you and pushes you to the edge. You don’t break eye contact throughout, meeting his dark look with your own. His eyes rolling in pleasure as he feels your tongue wrap around his thumb.
The deepest purr rumbles from his throat, vibrating down to your core. You reactively tighten, moaning and suddenly flooding around his length. You can’t hold on. You’re too close, and he knows it.
Desperate, Suguru pulls his thumb away from your mouth in a hurry, replacing the heavy loss on your tongue with his in a kiss. Dancing.
His hand at the nape of your neck, pulling gently and arching you into his warm mouth. Tasting every inch of you as you succumb to the burn in your stomach. You’re trying to speak, but whines and whimpers replace anything coherent.
Suguru coaxes it out of you between kisses. Craving to feel you come undone around him.
You’re fully exposed. Ass up and folded. Moulded to his desire.
Your head is buried in the pillow, trying desperately to handle the heat radiating between the two of you. Failing to muffle the delicious whines that flow from your lips. A melody that matches the rhythm against your ass.
The room is filled with lewd noises.
The sheer pounding of skin-on-skin contact - his mound against your dripping arousal - blends seamlessly with the sounds from your lips. His grip is tight, pulling you back to meet him half-way, eager to not lose this drumbeat he knows you love so dearly. You’ll know it’ll bruise, but you couldn’t care less. Beautiful marks imprinted in your skin for the days to come.
He moves his muscular legs to either side of yours, somehow reaching deeper within you now. Toji rests upon his elbow, surrounding your body and hovering so close, you can feel heat from his body. You swear you feel his sweat mixing with yours. Reaching out, his hand grasps your shoulder, creating a new handle to pull you down onto him.
You feel his dampened hair first. His forehead shares your pillow, sensationally close to your ears. His laboured breath becomes a welcomed reward for folding your body in this way. It reverberates in your ears like a purr.
He’s starting to lose control.
Pulling himself together, a hand reaches into your hair, tugging you back and almost upright on your knees. You suck in air at the sting, which exhales as a mewl, “Ahhhh... fuck.” Your beautiful neck is exposed, and your sweet moans are no longer muffled by the pillow.
Toji’s fingers find your lips, teasing them with the lightest touch before working its way into your mouth. Firstly, one. Then two. Before three lay heavily on your tongue.
Oh, you wish you could have something heavier, but it’s currently brushing against your walls.
You willingly take his fingers. Teasing each digit, imagining it’s his cock as you work up a lathering drool. Your thoughts run rabid while his actions continue their onslaught, the pleasure within you about to snap.
“Ooh… doll. You’re taking me so well. Do you like it?” He growls in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. You instinctively follow them, missing their presence. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips. Forgetting your words and unable to think, you nod in agreement, still whining from Toji’s brutal pace.
Unhappy with wordless expressions, he snaps your head back. Pulling your hair and arching your body just the way he likes.
“Use your words babydoll. I said, "Do you like it?”” he barks it at you. That smile of his spreads across his face when he hears you. A breathless cry, “Y-Yes!”, is forced from deep within you.
Toji, now satisfied, releases your hair. Skilfully wrapping his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexes and presses just so, restricting the blood to your head. The other hand reaches to where you’re joined, circling your clit at an unforgiving pace.
Starting to spin, your head is deliciously dizzy. The pressure on your throat combined with the sensations from your clit, together leaves you open-mouthed and speechless in pleasure.
Your breath is short, and heavy, and he feels it vibrating from within.
His lips seek out your ear, breathing laboriously and matched to his rhythm. That familiar burning sensation ignites and races through your body. Your walls begin to pulsate and tighten around his cock. He can sense it, so groans deeply his command into your ear,
Warnings: Power play, Dom / Sub dynamic, Use of Pet names, Edging, Overstimulation, Whining, acousticophilia, cum eating (slight), swearing, accidentally cums on your face, no gender reader.
Summary: You’ve been edging Choso for so long, that you’ve lost count.
Splayed across the pillow and twisted between his fingers, his dark locks are tormented by his grip. He’s holding on for dear life - Choso’s close. Too close.
His body arches into your mouth, desperate for you to let him. Covered in sweat and heavily breathing, his moans turn to whines. Pining.
This time.
This time for sure right?!
”Please. Please, baby. I’mma.. nngh,” he begs, breathless and shaking.
You stop. Mouth releasing him with a pop. Fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, helping him to hold back. Shuddering, he whines in protest and frustration.
His voice is hoarse. Breaths heavy, his chest rising and falling as he looks down towards you. His eyes are soft, tender and needy - full of admiration. Just for you.
Soothing him to settle, you maintain eye contact as you kiss his thighs. The skin is soft and sensitive, twitching to your touch as you snake your way up to his hip. He’s watching your every move, his breathing finally relaxes.
Choso’s delicate skin bruises delightfully when you mark him, right at the end of his V-line. He sucks in air before shakily exhaling, reacting to your tongue pressing into the mark. His cock leaking onto your fingers, still tightly wrapped at its base.
You hum in delight. Proud of the mess you’re making of him.
How long has it been?
How many times now?
You’ve lost count.
Poor Baby.
Lowering yourself down the bed, Choso’s gulping as he sees you readying for another round. Your hand wrapping around him in the way that he loves, moving just right, thumb casually brushing his sensitive, little slit. You notice how his cock is almost purple, and rock solid under your touch. So pretty.
His thirsty moans return quickly. Hands clutching hold of anything.
His tangled hair.
The cotton sheets.
Your hair.
His body writhing, pushing himself up on his heels.
He’s close again.
”Baby?” he mewls, holding his breath. Unable to finish his sentence, you take the hint.
Your fingers clasp tightly around his base again, but it's just a little too late. One, singular rope of cum forces itself passed the barrier. Landing in his v-line, and settling on his mound in a pool.
You look at him in amazement. He’s blushing. A glow so pink across his cheeks that it complements his scar deliciously. The blush flows all the way down his chest, where it rises and falls so quickly. His eyes look apologetic. He’s trying not to make eye contact with you. He didn’t get permission. He acts like he betrayed you.
Reaching out to his chin, you reassure him. Angling him so he can see your caring smile.
With fingers still wrapped around him, you lean down. Tongue dipping into the v-line pool, making sure to keep eye contact while you taste him. His cheeks become redder. His scar gets bigger. A needy moan breaks through his lips suddenly, his hand covering his mouth. Ashamed that such a sound escaped him involuntarily.
Under your touch, he’s somehow not softening. If anything, he feels harder. Glancing quickly, Choso’s cock still twitches in hues of pink, red and purple.
Gingerly testing, you start your motions again. He protests, but you know better. You can feel it. You can see it.
”Baby. It’s ok. Trust me? Please?” you coo.
”But, I-I… I d-dunno. I j-just…,” he whimpers. Stammering through his words - Overstimulated.
Cocking your head to the side, “You just what baby?”
You don’t stop your movements. Gently and slowly working him the way he likes, careful not to cause him discomfort.
Choso shakes his head, “I d-don’t think I c-can. I mean… I j-just d-did!”
Pausing, you look down at your hand, confirming what you believe. Your eyes seek his, so you state your request, “Hmmm. Will you allow me to find out?”
Nodding his consent instantly, you don’t hesitate, mouth falling around him. Choso’s moan is guttural.
Repositioned between his legs, your fingers dig into his hips. Nose brushing his mound while taking him deep into your mouth. Sweat covers his body, collecting and rolling down his contours as you look up at him. Choso watches you through heavy, lust-filled eyes.
Mouth dropped and panting, gulping air as you swallow around him. Tongue desperately covering his drying lips. His scar stands bold, off-set by the bright blush across his face. His eyes rolling to a close as his head lolls back, exposing his neck.
Each one of his appreciative sounds has you salivating around him. His taste is salty-sweet on your tongue - delicious and addictive. Your actions have him in a daze once again. Losing control of his body, Choso’s arching off the bed in search of release.
Curses appear between his groans. Begging. Pleading under his breath. Blending together harmoniously, sounding so pleasing to your heart.
You’ll let him this time.
Snapping back to you, his eyes are lost in pleasure. Lust-filled and watery, with tears staining his cheeks. Choso’s look warns you there’s no going back. Seeking permission, he cries out, “Baby.. P-Please? C-Can I..?”
He doesn’t want to let you down, not that he ever would. Wanting consent from his baby before he peaks.
Your mouth releases him, kitten licking the swollen, leaky tip.
“Yes, baby. You c…”
You don’t get to finish your sentence.
Choso yowls.
Shuddering without control, his body contorts. His veins stand proud from his skin as pleasure races around them. Muscles tight. Toes curled. A white knuckled grip on the pillow behind his head, as he releases into the air. A little catches your surprised face, while most of his cum lands onto his glistening stomach.
It takes a while for his body to relax. The pleasure subsides, and finally he opens his eyes to see the mess painted on your face. Instinctively, he grabs the wet tissue next to the bed. Sitting up and cupping your face to clean it gently.
Matching his aftercare, you wipe-up his stomach. Ticklish giggles mingle while you both playfully clean each other. Choso’s lips appreciatively lay kiss after kiss on your freshened cheeks. His hand on your jaw angles you to meet his lips. Tenderly and deeply, he kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue.
With a contented sigh, Choso rests his forehead on yours lovingly. His hands still cupping your jaw as he gratefully praises,
Genre: Smut with Soft!Geto Suguru x Vulva Reader (Y/N)
Warnings: Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Pet Names (sweetheart and baby), Unprotected Sex, Jumps right into the action, Hair in your face, Suguru pauses to tie his hair up, Sweaty, Skin to skin, Sensual, Fingering, Good Boy Suguru, Suguru does his signature purrs, slight cockwarming
Summary: Sugu has beautiful hair. And I’m jealous. Had this image of him tying his hair up and couldn’t get it out of my head.
Influenced Track: Nervous by The Neighbourhood
Word count: 741 words
Art Credit: Unknown (if you know please let me know so I can credit pls. I found it on Pinterest and a reverse image search didn't find anything)
It’s like you’re speaking volumes, but not a singular word is being uttered between you. Both fervent. Heated. Aggressively loving. Addicted to each other.
Every rhythmic thrust into you has you arching into him. His hands caress your skin, delicately grasping at your hips. Skin to skin, he moulds his body seamlessly with yours, his head resting in the pillow beside you. Both misted in sweat and radiating heat.
Suguru’s uttering confessions in your ears, and you devour his pulse in response. The taste of salt lingers on your tongue. He’s wrapping your legs around his waist, perfecting the friction deliciously. Your tracing fingertips rise up his back, each muscle rippling and flexing. Sensitive.
When your fingers reach the nape of his neck, he shudders and groans into the pillow beside you. His signature purr vibrates your eardrum. Moving with fever to your lips, desperate to taste you. You card your fingers through his hair, brushing it to the side, but it falls forward - tickling your face and brushing against your skin.
He hums against your lips. Your fingers holding his hair back, exposing his neck - an opportunity to flat lick from his jugular notch to his chin. Feeling his voice box as he gulps reactively.
Losing a hold of his luscious locks, it cascades down to your face once again.
Suguru lifts himself from you, resting on his knees and not once leaving your body. Reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a hair tie while you lay there watching. Your breath heavy and your skin glowing from his ministrations. Beautiful.
The black hair tie hangs between his teeth while he combs his hair back with his fingers. The shorter lengths framing his face as you observe his beauty, looking like a god between your thighs. Your pussy unconsciously clenching around him.
He throws you a look. Silently telling you not to tease him.
He pulls the tie over his palm, tying up his hair into a bun with the other hand. Courteous to ensure you have no distractions from your high. The sweat beading on his skin catches your eye. Following the beads, like rain on a window, they roll down the contours he’s created, and glide effortlessly over his scars. Leading your eyes over his glorious body, and memories of times before.
Kneeling above you, he can see your eyes eating him alive. That your mind is racing with enticing thoughts by the way your pussy twitches around him involuntarily. Your arousal covers him with every flutter.
“Careful, Sweetheart,” pulling you from your thoughts and reminding you not to tease him, while he fastens the hair tie in place.
He leans on his elbow above you, wrapping your legs around his waist once more. His other hand on your chin and angling your face just so. Lust-filled eyes taking in your blissed-out, rosy state. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip, red and swollen from his kisses.
Testing your nerve, you poke out your tongue and lick the tip of his thumb. His eyes widen at your boldness, so he has to nudge you where you’re still joined. The movement has you dropping your mouth wide, brushing over your sensitive spot deep inside. He pushes his thumb inside your mouth, resting on your tongue.
You begin to suck his thumb, tongue flicking around it as he picks up from where he left off. Sensuously slow but passionate, he submits every delicious movement into you and pushes you to the edge. You don’t break eye contact throughout, meeting his dark look with your own. His eyes rolling in pleasure as he feels your tongue wrap around his thumb.
The deepest purr rumbles from his throat, vibrating down to your core. You reactively tighten, moaning and suddenly flooding around his length. You can’t hold on. You’re too close, and he knows it.
Desperate, Suguru pulls his thumb away from your mouth in a hurry, replacing the heavy loss on your tongue with his in a kiss. Dancing.
His hand at the nape of your neck, pulling gently and arching you into his warm mouth. Tasting every inch of you as you succumb to the burn in your stomach. You’re trying to speak, but whines and whimpers replace anything coherent.
Suguru coaxes it out of you between kisses. Craving to feel you come undone around him.
You’re fully exposed. Ass up and folded. Moulded to his desire.
Your head is buried in the pillow, trying desperately to handle the heat radiating between the two of you. Failing to muffle the delicious whines that flow from your lips. A melody that matches the rhythm against your ass.
The room is filled with lewd noises.
The sheer pounding of skin-on-skin contact - his mound against your dripping arousal - blends seamlessly with the sounds from your lips. His grip is tight, pulling you back to meet him half-way, eager to not lose this drumbeat he knows you love so dearly. You’ll know it’ll bruise, but you couldn’t care less. Beautiful marks imprinted in your skin for the days to come.
He moves his muscular legs to either side of yours, somehow reaching deeper within you now. Toji rests upon his elbow, surrounding your body and hovering so close, you can feel heat from his body. You swear you feel his sweat mixing with yours. Reaching out, his hand grasps your shoulder, creating a new handle to pull you down onto him.
You feel his dampened hair first. His forehead shares your pillow, sensationally close to your ears. His laboured breath becomes a welcomed reward for folding your body in this way. It reverberates in your ears like a purr.
He’s starting to lose control.
Pulling himself together, a hand reaches into your hair, tugging you back and almost upright on your knees. You suck in air at the sting, which exhales as a mewl, “Ahhhh... fuck.” Your beautiful neck is exposed, and your sweet moans are no longer muffled by the pillow.
Toji’s fingers find your lips, teasing them with the lightest touch before working its way into your mouth. Firstly, one. Then two. Before three lay heavily on your tongue.
Oh, you wish you could have something heavier, but it’s currently brushing against your walls.
You willingly take his fingers. Teasing each digit, imagining it’s his cock as you work up a lathering drool. Your thoughts run rabid while his actions continue their onslaught, the pleasure within you about to snap.
“Ooh… doll. You’re taking me so well. Do you like it?” He growls in your ear, pulling his fingers from your mouth with a pop. You instinctively follow them, missing their presence. Drool covering them as he smears it across your lips. Forgetting your words and unable to think, you nod in agreement, still whining from Toji’s brutal pace.
Unhappy with wordless expressions, he snaps your head back. Pulling your hair and arching your body just the way he likes.
“Use your words babydoll. I said, "Do you like it?”” he barks it at you. That smile of his spreads across his face when he hears you. A breathless cry, “Y-Yes!”, is forced from deep within you.
Toji, now satisfied, releases your hair. Skilfully wrapping his fingers around your throat. Each digit flexes and presses just so, restricting the blood to your head. The other hand reaches to where you’re joined, circling your clit at an unforgiving pace.
Starting to spin, your head is deliciously dizzy. The pressure on your throat combined with the sensations from your clit, together leaves you open-mouthed and speechless in pleasure.
Your breath is short, and heavy, and he feels it vibrating from within.
His lips seek out your ear, breathing laboriously and matched to his rhythm. That familiar burning sensation ignites and races through your body. Your walls begin to pulsate and tighten around his cock. He can sense it, so groans deeply his command into your ear,
his deep but soft voice ruffling through your ears as you do something all on his command? making your stomach tingle.
it was a different kind of pleasure, getting instructions to do something from a sexy ass man who has the voice of an angel.
telling you how fast to go, slow down, roll your hips, keep your eyes open, every command you could think of, suguru was saying it.
his voice had a pur to it, like a cat who is relaxing into your ears, he’ll say certain words or your name with a little roll in it.
making your things clench with pleasure, he knew how to use his voice for good and knew how to use it.
you’ll be on top of him and your legs would be almost about to give out and he’ll be below you gripping your thighs whispering to “take your time, breathe.”
his soft commanding voice made you want to go faster just so he could finish, it gave you a boost of confidence.
when he was far away he’ll send you voice messages with his voice low and deep like his mouth was directly up to the mic.
shivers ran down through you as you registered what he had said, having to repeat the voice message 2 or three times.
he knew how to really get you to do things, siting behind you, whispering in your ear how nasty you were touching yourself.
or fucking you and degrading you with that soft voice of his, almost sounding like sweet nothings instead of him calling you a nasty slut.
using every word he spoke to you as advantage knowing how much you loved it when he was deep in your ear telling you how to feel good.
his soft breath hitting your ear every-time he said anything really heightened your pleasure, it felt so good, like a coat in 20 degree weather.
“you like touching yourself to me, hm?”
“you like this nasty shit.”
“using me for your pleasure, i’m hurt.”
“shhh baby breathe, you can take me.”
“right there. it feels good doesn’t it?”
“just shut up… please just be a good girl.”
those phrases he said would come flowing through your ears in random moments of the day like he was there in that moment.
it made your cheeks heat up with embarrassment knowing it was wrong thinking about it, but he sounded so good.
your phone filled up with all the voice messages and videos he would send telling you the nastiest shit.
there was no shame, and you will never have any, if a man has something that makes you feel good, why not use it?
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