ᡣ𐭩🐚Mermaidia🐚ᡣ𐭩

Thirteen.

You stirred gently, the morning light filtering in through the curtains, casting a soft golden hue over the room. Geto's strong arms were wrapped securely around your waist, and the warmth of his bare skin pressed against yours was a comfort you had grown to crave.

Last night’s memories lingered in your body like a flame that refused to be extinguished. Every kiss, every praise, every movement—etched into your bones, into your heart. You shifted slightly, savoring the closeness, and his arms instinctively pulled you tighter against him. He murmured sleepily, voice low and gravelly, “Sleep more… it’s too early.”

You smiled, your back to his chest, letting yourself melt into him.

But then… you arched, just the tiniest stretch, and you felt it—his arousal pressed firmly against the curve of your lower back. A rush of heat bloomed beneath your skin, and you gasped softly, flustered.

Already?

You hadn't even moved that much—yet here he was, even in his sleep, already stirred by your presence.

Geto groaned low, half-asleep, and turned you to face him. He settled on his back, one arm still snug around your waist, the other draped over his eyes. His breathing slowed. He’d fallen asleep again.

But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

Your body was humming—each inch of your skin alive with anticipation. The remnants of last night had only deepened your desire, and now, as your eyes drifted down his body, you were reminded of something you read in the books Manami recommended. A way to give pleasure. A way to initiate.

You swallowed hard. You had never done it before. Not once. And Geto… he was massive. The very idea made your heart race, caught somewhere between thrill and hesitation. You bit your lip, eyes flickering up to his sleeping face.

Would he be angry? Would he find it annoying if I woke him up like that…?

But the heat between your thighs said otherwise. It pulsed, a quiet ache building inside you, almost unbearable now that you had tasted what it felt like to have him—all of him. Your thoughts grew tangled, both shy and bold, as your fingers curled against his chest.

You wanted him.

You needed him.

And this time… maybe it could be you who reached for him first.

You carefully slip out from under Geto's arm, his steady breathing telling you he's still asleep. You crawl over him, straddling his hips. You take a moment to admire his sleeping form, the way the sheets drape over his muscular chest, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks. Your heart races as you reach down, wrapping your hand around his erect cock. He's thick, massive, and you can't help but imagine how he'll stretch you.

You guide him to your entrance, biting your lip as you slowly sink down. You gasp as he fills you, his size a delicious stretch. You lean forward, your palms pressing against his abdomen for support. You remember the books, the gentle rotations of the hips. You start to move, your movements slow and exploratory at first. You circle your hips, grinding against him. You moan softly, the sensation overwhelming. Your eyes flutter closed, lost in the pleasure.

As you move, you feel every inch of his cock. You gasp, your eyes widening as he fills you completely. You continue your slow rotations, your hips rolling in circles. You're lost in the sensation, your body moving on instinct. Then, suddenly, you feel his hands on your hips. You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. You look down, meeting his piercing, hungry gaze. He's awake, his eyes dark with desire.

He smirks up at you, voice rough from sleep, "Well, well, well," he murmurs, "Look what I wake up to." His grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. He pulls you down, impaling you on his fully erect cock. You cry out, the sudden movement stealing your breath. He chuckles, the sound low and rough, "Fuck, you feel good," he groans, "Riding your husband’s cock while he is sleeping? Haven’t I fucked you enough last night?”

Geto starts to move, his hips lifting off the bed to meet yours. He's slow, intense, each thrust a claiming, a possession. He's filling you completely, his thick cock stretching you wide. He leans up, his lips brushing your ear, "That's it, my little wife," he murmurs, "Take my cock like you were made for it. Your pussy is so tight, so perfect." His hands roam your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples. He rolls his hips, grinding against your clit with each thrust. He pulls back, his eyes locking with yours, dark, intense, filled with a primal hunger.

He smirks, his voice a rough growl, "Come for me," he demands, "Come all over my cock like the good little wife you are." He increases his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. He's pounding into you now, his hips a blur of motion. He leans in, his teeth sinking into your shoulder. He feels you tightening around him, your orgasm approaching. He growls against your skin, "That's it, come for me. Squeeze my cock with that tight little cunt. Show me who you belong to." His fingers find your clit, rubbing hard circles. He's pushing you over the edge, into an abyss of pleasure.

You come undone, your body convulsing around him. He groans, his own release following shortly after. He fills you, his hot cum marking you from the inside. He stays inside you, his hips twitching with each spasm of pleasure. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before.

Your skin was still flushed and glistening from the heat of what just happened—your body draped over Geto’s, tangled in sheets damp with shared warmth and sweat. He was still inside you just moments ago, your breath catching with every slow, deep movement you initiated. The moment he’d stirred awake to find you on top of him, riding him gently, your name spilling from his lips in a groggy, breathless groan—it had been intoxicating.

Now, his arms wrapped tightly around your naked body, his palm spread across your back as you lay against his chest, still catching your breath. The morning light hit just right—illuminating the sheen on your skin, the soft pink of your cheeks, the way you tried to hide your flustered face in his bare chest.

“That,” Geto drawled, voice hoarse with satisfaction, “was the single greatest view in the history of mankind—waking up to my sweet wife bouncing on my cock like that.”

You whined into his chest, your cheeks heating impossibly more. His low, dark chuckle vibrated against your skin as he held you tighter, clearly enjoying your embarrassment.

“Don’t hide,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “You did so well… I liked every bit of it.” His voice lowered, suggestive and fond. “In fact, I strongly encourage it.”

You looked up at him shyly, only to be met with a smirk that was as teasing as it was affectionate. Before you could respond, Geto shifted beneath you and lifted your body with ease, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs as he stood.

You gasped and instinctively clung to him, your legs tightening around his waist.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against your ear with that dark, sultry tone that always made your spine tingle. “Round two,” he whispered, smug. “Let me return the favor.”

Two.

It was just another quiet evening in your sanctuary, the sky painted in soft twilight hues, cicadas humming their timeless song. Your family moved with the calm rhythm of routine, confident in their seclusion, certain the outside world could not reach you here.

And then he came.

He arrived at your hidden residence as if fate had simply led him there—alone, unthreatening, his smile laced with just enough confusion to be convincing.

“I was wandering,” he said, hands raised in harmless surrender. “Didn’t know a place like this existed.”

You all believed him.

Why wouldn’t you? He carried no hostility in his aura, no arrogance in his tone. His voice was smooth—almost reverent. He introduced himself as Geto Suguru, a wandering sorcerer with no ill intent. He said your home was beautiful, sacred. Said he meant no disrespect.

And the worst part? He made it believable.

Your elders welcomed him cautiously at first. But Geto had a way with words, a way of lowering walls without ever seeming to try. Within hours, he'd earned their respect. Within days, their trust. They didn’t see the hunger in his eyes—but you did.

The first time you saw him, really saw him—your breath caught. There was a flutter in your chest, but not the gentle kind you were used to. No. This one felt sharp, dangerous. Like a bird trapped behind your ribs.

His eyes met yours and held. Piercing. Hypnotic. Like he could see through every layer of your being and wanted to peel each one back, slowly.

Your skin prickled. Your knees weakened. And when he spoke—God—your whole body trembled.

There was something in his voice. Low, velvet-smooth, threaded with quiet dominance. He never raised it. He didn’t need to. Every word was soaked in intention, and somehow, he always managed to say your name like it was meant to be whispered behind closed doors.

Even when he smiled, when he played the perfect guest, when he charmed your clan into comfort—you couldn't shake the feeling.

You were being watched. Studied.Hunted.

You were the prey—and he, the predator who’d already chosen you.

It happened one quiet afternoon, when the air hung heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and the hum of cicadas softened into the background. You were gathering herbs behind the main house, not expecting anyone to find you there. Not expecting him.

But then you felt it—that subtle shift in the atmosphere. The weight of someone's gaze. The brush of presence against your skin like a warm wind that shouldn't be there. You turned, and there he was.

Geto Suguru.

His approach was slow, measured, too casual to be coincidence. His dark robe hung open at the throat, loose at the sleeves, his hair still damp from the bathhouse. A single drop of water slid down his collarbone, disappearing beneath the fabric—and you stared. Just a second too long.

He noticed.

He noticed everything.

The way your lips parted, breath hitching as your eyes dipped lower. The way your fingers fisted the fabric of your dress, knuckles pale, as if grounding yourself was the only way to stay standing. The flush that crept up your cheeks—innocent, instinctive, and far too revealing.

He moved closer. Not too close. Just enough to make the air thicken between you.

“You always look so serious,” he said, voice low and laced with something unreadable. “But your face gives you away.”

Your name left his lips like a secret, drawn out in a tone that made your heart stutter. You gasped—again. Just like you always did. And he smiled, slow and knowing.

Every time he said your name, your body betrayed you. Every time he stepped into your space, your breath shortened. He knew what he was doing.

He’d seen it all—the stolen glances, the quickened pulse, the way your eyes had widened the first time you caught sight of his bare torso emerging from the bathhouse steam, your entire being freezing like time had stopped.

You hadn’t spoken. You hadn’t needed to. He saw it in your eyes.

And yet, he never rushed. He never touched. He simply waited—like a predator indulging the dance before the kill, savoring the way you teetered on the edge of curiosity and fear.

“Relax,” he murmured now, gaze locked on yours. “I’m just talking.”

But he wasn’t just talking. His voice curled around you like silk and smoke, and when he turned to leave, he brushed close—deliberately. Not touching, but close enough to let his scent cling to your skin.

He didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.

One.

You were a sanctuary in human form—graceful, gentle, and untouched by the sins of the world. Hidden away in the quiet hush of rural Japan, your clan had protected you with the fervor of worshippers guarding a shrine. A curse user by birth, yet untainted by violence, untouched by desire, and untouched by men. Your existence was a secret your bloodline kept close, a treasure too pure to risk exposure.

But Geto Suguru found you.

The fallen special grade, a sorcerer with ambition coiled beneath his skin like a serpent. He came seeking stronger curses to consume, something monstrous to absorb into the chasm of his cursed soul. But what he found instead was you. And unlike the others, he didn’t want to consume your cursed energy. No—what he wanted was far more sinful.

He wanted you.

Not for love. Not even for power. But because your purity made his twisted hunger ache. He looked at your soft-spoken nature, your unspoiled heart, and saw something he wanted to ruin—beautifully. He wanted to devour your soul, yes—but slowly. Seductively. With reverence laced in corruption.

He didn’t want to protect your gentleness. He wanted to unravel it. To coax out every secret desire buried beneath your modest smile. To see how your voice would tremble when spoken in sin. To make you something scandalous—but only for him.

So he played the role of the suitor. Charming. Respectful. Devoted. Your family, still clinging to ancient ideals and desperate for someone strong enough to shield their gem, gave you to him with solemn pride.

But they didn’t know what Geto Suguru really saw when he looked at you. They didn’t see the way his gaze lingered too long. Didn’t feel the heat of his touch veiled in courtesy. Didn’t hear the way his voice lowered when he said your name, like a man savoring the first taste of something forbidden.

You were meant to be preserved. But he came to ruin you—beautifully, wholly, and irrevocably.

He hadn’t meant to find you. Not then. Not like that.

Suguru Geto had wandered farther than usual that day, deep into the rural belly of Japan in search of powerful curses hidden in forgotten places. The air was thick with spiritual energy, and he followed it like a trail, certain it would lead him to something monstrous—something worth absorbing.

Instead, it led him to you.

He stumbled upon a waterfall, its cascading waters feeding into an enchanted river cradled by trees and ancient stone. Flowers bloomed like secrets around the bank, and the place felt untouched by time, holy in a way that made even someone like him pause. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as what came next.

You stepped into view, barefoot and unknowing. You hadn’t sensed him—not yet. You were too at peace. Too immersed in the serenity of your hidden sanctuary.

He stood frozen, hidden among the trees, when your fingers grazed the first piece of clothing.

One by one, you peeled the layers off your body. Slow. Natural. Like a ritual meant only for the river, the sky, and yourself. And then your bare back turned to him, moon-pale and delicate, glowing against the green of the forest.

He couldn’t breathe.

You stepped into the shallow waters, your figure reflected in rippling silver. Your posture was relaxed, as if the world held no threats, no eyes, no hunger—only peace. He watched droplets slide over the curves of your body, each movement gentle, hypnotic.

And then you turned.

Just slightly. Just enough. Your face tilted in his direction. You couldn’t see him—his cursed energy was cloaked, his presence veiled by trees—but it didn’t matter. That single moment sealed your fate.

His eyes devour you, hungry and intense.

They linger on your face, taking in the delicate features, the calm, collected expression.

He drinks in the sight of your breasts, full and round, rising and falling with each breath. He imagines cupping them, feeling their weight in his hands, his thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks of your nipples.

His gaze trails down, lingering on the soft swell of your hips, the gentle curve of your waist. He wants to touch you, to explore every inch of your untouched skin.

He's a man starved, and you're the feast laid out before him.

He wants to savor you, to claim you, to make you his. The purity of your skin, glowing in the filtered light.

It was all too much—and not nearly enough.

Geto Suguru, the fallen saint of jujutsu, felt something awaken in him.

A craving. An obsession. It wasn’t just lust. It was need. You were untouched, unknowing, divine—and he had to have you.

Not to protect. Not to worship. But to claim. To taint. To ruin.

And from that moment on, he decided:

Nine.

The sun filtered through the paper screens of the main house, casting warm light over the tatami floors. You stood beside Geto Suguru, dressed in a more modest travel kimono, your heart fluttering in your chest like a trapped bird. This was it—the final morning at your childhood home. The last time you'd walk these familiar halls not as a daughter of the clan, but as someone else's wife.

Your mother stood before you, calm and composed as always. She looked at you with quiet pride, brushing a stray hair from your face before whispering, "You did well. You’ve fulfilled your duty with grace. A wife brings honor through devotion."

Your father offered a solemn nod. “Geto-dono has done much for our family. We owe him more than words can repay. Go with him. Serve him well.”

You bowed deeply, hiding the twist of uncertainty in your chest. Geto bowed as well, offering words of gratitude, but you could feel something else just beneath his smile—a quiet triumph. He had their blessing. Their trust. Their full approval.

The attendants moved quietly, efficiently gathering your belongings into the car that had been prepared for your departure. The clan had spared no effort. Silk cushions lined the seats, and every item you owned had been packed with care. But the deeper meaning was clear: your ties to your old life were being sealed and sent off, boxed and delivered into his domain.

You stepped into the car, your breath catching as the door closed with a soft click. The world outside your clan’s gate slowly disappeared behind tinted glass.

Geto sat beside you, looking completely at ease, his presence dominating the space even in silence. You kept your hands folded in your lap, but his found your thigh with ease, the weight of his palm warm and firm through your layered dress. His fingers moved in slow, careful strokes—not indecent, but intimate enough to claim.

He could feel it—the tension in your muscles, the way your breath caught in your throat.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, turning his head toward you. “Is it fear, little wife?” His tone was gentle, almost amused, but there was something sharper behind it. “Don’t be. You have me now. That’s all you’ll ever need.”

Then he pulled you into his side, his arm wrapped firmly around your shoulder, anchoring you there. You didn’t resist.

“I know it’s a lot,” he added in a low voice, brushing his lips against your temple. “But it’ll be beautiful. Peaceful. Just the two of us… always.”

You tried to believe him. You tried to find comfort in his warmth, in his certainty. But deep inside, something unsettled stirred. This was your first time leaving the safety of your clan’s walls—the only world you had ever known. And the man taking you away from it all? He was both your protector and your captor.

Geto smiled as the car rolled deeper into the forest roads, as the city began to vanish into trees and shadows.

In his mind, this was perfect.

With every mile, you were pulled further from your family, your clan, your old identity. And soon, there would be nothing left to cling to—no safety net, no ties. Only him.

Just as he wanted.

The car pulled to a soft stop, and as the doors opened, your breath caught in your throat.

The mansion that stood before you was nothing like the estate of your childhood. Nestled deep within a forest clearing, it was grand, serene, almost ethereal. A sprawling structure of dark wood and curved eaves, surrounded by blooming trees and delicate lanterns that swayed in the breeze. At its heart was a towering shrine, glowing softly beneath the fading sunlight.

Your eyes widened in wonder. “It’s… beautiful.”

Geto stepped beside you, his arm steady at your back. “I’m glad you like it,” he said with quiet pride. “The people in the nearby villages come here when they feel something is wrong—sickness, strange dreams, misfortune. They offer prayers, donations. And I… cleanse what lingers.”

He smiled, but there was something in his voice—a curl of amusement that suggested there was more to it. Something you didn’t understand.

You nodded slowly. “I didn’t know people could live like this. I’ve never been beyond the clan walls until now.”

“I know,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against yours, coaxing your hand into his. “But that’s over now. This is your home. With me.”

Attendants came to greet you, bowing low with practiced reverence. “Welcome, Madame,” one said, her voice light, respectful.

Your heart skipped. Madame.

The title made you stiffen, made your cheeks flush with something you couldn’t name. You barely managed to nod as your luggage was taken inside, your feet hesitant until Geto lifted your hand and brought it to his lips.

He kissed your knuckles slowly—deliberately. His mouth lingered, soft but claiming.

That single touch ignited the memory of his lips on far more delicate places. The heat of it bloomed down your spine. You gasped softly, and Geto didn’t miss it. He never did.

His dark eyes fixed on yours, watching the shiver of remembrance roll through your frame. “You’re so easy to read, little wife,” he said under his breath, low enough that only you could hear. “One kiss, and you remember everything I did to you.”

Your breath hitched. Your hand trembled slightly in his grip.

And yet—you didn’t pull away.

Geto smiled at that. Not with sweetness, but with something darker. Something satisfied. He could see it happening—your slow unraveling. The way you had begun to move toward him not out of duty, but want. He knew how to draw it out of you, piece by piece. And he would. Completely. Until you couldn’t remember a version of yourself that didn’t belong to him.

He would make you his. In body, in mind, in soul.

You didn’t know the full extent of it—his plans, his hunger, the shadowed thoughts behind that calm expression. All you knew was that his fingers laced with yours as he led you into the mansion.

You stepped over the threshold, not knowing it was the last line you’d ever cross of your own will.

And once you were inside, the door shut behind you with a soft click—like the sealing of a fate you couldn’t yet see.

Geto’s hand gently pushed open the tall double doors, revealing the room that would now be yours. Your eyes widened, breath catching softly.

The room was a vision of elegance and power—walls trimmed in dark lacquered wood, gold-accented shelves lining one side, and at its heart stood a magnificent bed. Four grand posters framed it, hung with sheer black curtains that shimmered like liquid shadow under the warm glow of lanterns. Gold thread traced the fabric, catching every flicker of light. Everything about it whispered quiet opulence… and something far more intimate. It was too personal. Too deliberate.

You stepped inside, almost reverently, your fingertips brushing over the polished surface of a desk, then the armrest of a carved chair. Everything was ornate and yet untouched—waiting for its purpose to be fulfilled.

Then your eyes landed on the bed, and your breath hitched.

You felt Geto’s eyes on your back before you even turned.

He didn’t approach. Not yet. He just stood at the threshold, watching. Possessive and composed.

Then, in a voice like velvet pulled taut, he said, “This is our room. And that… is our bed.”

His words echoed in the stillness, sinking deep into your bones.

You turned slowly, heart thudding, face burning. Heat curled up your neck and bloomed over your cheeks as your gaze darted toward the bed again. The implications wrapped around you like invisible chains, binding you tighter than any rope could.

Geto chuckled, low and rich. “My beautiful wife is still so shy,” he mused as he stepped forward, every movement fluid, measured, as though savoring your discomfort—your innocence.

He reached out, running his knuckles slowly along your bare arm. You shivered beneath the touch. It wasn’t cold in the room, and yet your skin trembled.

“You’re trembling again,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I haven’t even touched you properly… and yet you react like this.”

You gasped when his lips grazed yours—not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth, a threat of what could come. Your fingers clutched the fabric of your dress tightly, anchoring yourself as an unfamiliar heat curled low in your belly.

Your heart beat so loudly, you feared he could hear it.

“Suguru, I don’t… I can’t…” you whispered without thinking, voice barely audible.

Geto leaned in closer, his mouth just beside your ear, and his breath made your skin tingle.

“Hush, my little one. I know. That feeling…” he said slowly, “is desire. Yours. For me.” He let the words drip into you like ink into paper—indelible, permanent. “You don’t need to fight it.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, firm yet gentle, as he pulled you flush against his chest. “This is your home now,” he whispered, brushing his lips over your temple, “with me. No one else. Just us.”

And despite the storm of nerves in your chest, despite not knowing what to do or what came next—your body didn’t resist him. It leaned in. Trusted. Ached quietly for something you didn’t yet have the name for.

And Geto knew it.

As he points to the space between his legs as you shook your head no.

“Nah i’m good sugu.”

He let’s out a dark chuckle his eyes now jet black.

“Don’t make me come get you pretty girl.”

You let out a nervous chuckle still looking at him when you found your voice again.

“Nah, you’re not gonna do shit.”

You turned away not noticing that he was slowly stalling towards you. When his lips ghosted by your ear.

“Don’t make me say it again brat.”

Your body trembled once his body touched yours.

“What’s the matter brat?”

His hands roam down your shoulders as he lowers himself. Soft kisses trailing down your neck. Your body tenses against his touch.

“Where did your little attitude go princess?” He chuckles out.

“All bark no bite huh?”

His eyes quickly connected to yours while you just smiled up at him.

“Fuck you.”

He just laughs..

“Don’t worry little girl. I got you.”

His hand wrapped around your throat pushing you flushed against the bed His free hand roaming under your shirt finding your pretty tits. Softly tugging on your nipples as you let out a sting of moans your tried to thrash out of his grip but he's stronger than you holding you completely still.

"Ugh! Youre such a perv!"

Once again he just laughs

"Says the one whos moaning like a slut."

Your face now burning red.

"Now, now pretty girl dont get all embarrssed now."

His massive body now hovering over your eyes rapidly searching for any means, to get away from your freakishly hot and massive man your cunt is screaming to be played with but you dont want to give him the satisfaction that he was right.

“You know i already know what youre thinking pretty girl.”

His hand got slightly tighter around your neck.

“Wanna run away from me little girl?”

His gaze burning into your pretty eyes when your eyes finally looked on his. your thighs are closed slightly rubbing together trying to get some sort of relief. but the moment his eyes caught on to what your were doing his hand was quick at work quickly forcing your thighs apart, forcing his knee in between your legs inching closer and closer to your clothed core. you whine out trying to push him away but his hand found your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Are you aloud to pleasure yourself brat?”

You tried to look away but his grip wouldnt let you

“You dont own me bitch”

A dark chuckle left his lips his knee now pushing directly into your clothed cunt. Still trying to push away from him whimper after whimper left your pretty mouth youre still trying to break all contact from him but he wont allow it.

“Where do you think youre going brat?”

Now youre annoyed with him.

“Stop fucking teasing me Sugu!”

A firm hand met your cheek before you could stop, yourself you choked out a moan your hand ran to cover your mouth his eyes still connected to your pretty face. This is all new he never slapped you before now all you want is more. Your eyes darkened.

“ I should have know you were a masochist.”

He chuckles out, next he was on you, quickly pulling your hands above your head only needing one hand to hold you down you refused to meet his eyes your thoughts running wild until his hand found your chin grounding you back to him.

“You like that baby?”

With you feeling a little embarrssed so you kept quiet your face burning as your nodded your head he just smirks.

“What was that baby? I don’t think I heard you baby.”

Now a huge pout pained your face, You looked away from him.

“Don’t make me say it Sugu.. Please..”

He laughs as his hand connected your cheek again causing you to moan out again. Your face burning red.

“You gonna answer me princess?”

You’re looking at him pout still on your face. When you let out a small whisper.

“Yes sir..”

He can see how small you are right now and he loves to push your buttons just as much as you like to push his as well. A small smirk dancing on his lips.

“I’m sorry princess, I still can’t hear you.”

You want to scream at him , you really dont want to embarass yourself but you know that all he wants right now.

“Ugh! yes sir! i loved it!” You yelled out.

“There’s my good little brat.”

He laughs but his eyes quickly found yours.

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Yes sir?” His voice stern

“Yes sir..”

“Good girl..”

Your eyes on him again whines falling from you one of his hand still holding your wrists while the other hand is trailing your body your mind is only on him every lingering touch your whines got louder.

“Please sir..” You quickly choked out

“Please what princess?”

“Please fuck me sir..”

He finally lets go of your wrists both of his hands are now running down your body.

“Do you deserve to be fucked princess?”

His hands ran down to your hips, playing with the waistsbands of your shorts as more broken whimpers came from you.

“No sir..”

“Mhm.. So why should I give you anything princess?”

He pulled your shorts and panties completely off, now your bare cunt now face to face with him.

“I’ll be so good for you sir!”

“Good. You better.”

His lips wrapped around your clit. You honestly lost it the moment his lips touched your clit he’s sucking hard and sloppliy, loud moans flood the room and his name on repeat.

“I’m already so close sir!”

Youur legs are trembling around his head your knees are feeling weak a soft gasp left your lips. When you felt his fingers teasing through your folds.

“Not yet pretty girl give me a few more mintues..”

His middle and ring finger teased into your soaked hole. Slowly inserting his fingers inside you. Loud moans fall from you your cunt immediately tightened around him, his lips wrapped around your clit. You’re on edge, truly about to lose it. His eyes connected with your pretty face watching your face contort with pleasure.

“Not yet princess.”

His pace got brutal his fingers now bullying your cunt your moans and whines got louder with every pump of his fingers.

“Oh god fuck! Fuck! Please sir! I’m so close!”

Tears are streaming down your face, he chuckles out as his pace never faulters

“Go ahead Princess come for me, come all over my fingers.”

His lips connected your clit again sucking harder than before your legs are now numb your cunt clenching hard around him he wanted to tease you more but when you felt him slowly start to pull away. Your fingers was quick to lock with his hair pulling his face back to your cunt, his nose roughly nudges your cunt. Causing you to fall over the edge.

“Oh fuck! Sugu!”

His tongue is running through your folds, as your rubbing your cunt all over his face. Heavy groans coming from him, loud whimpers and moans coming from you. Your legs are trembling hard as you couldn’t keep going, but he never stopped.

“Too much Sugu, I can’t take anymore please!”

His eyes met yours. Your slick covered his lower face dripping down his chin. As he’s teasing your folds. His hands roam your body once again meeting your tits.

“God you’re so fucking pretty Princess.”

His hands are fondling your tits pulling your perked nipples. Soft moans falling from your swollen bitten lips.

“You gonna let me play with you princess?”

You nodded your head slightly. Your eyes are heavy. Damn near unconscious as his hands cup your breasts again.

“God you’re just made for me huh baby?”

“Only for you Sugu..” You mumbled out.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth savoring your taste on his tongue. He’s rutting into your leg like a dog trying to find his own relief. When he finally just gives up. He stands to his full height. Pulling his sweats and boxers down to his ankles as he forcefully grabs your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. Forcing your legs open .

“You gonna take this cock like a good girl. Yes sir?”

Your eyes widen as you nodded your head. He just smirks and slaps your cunt. While you screamed his name. His cock now lined up with your pulsing cunt.

“Speak brat.”

“Yes sir! I’ll be good. Please fuck me sir!”

“Good girl.”

He filled you so fucking good. Your cunt squeezed hard around his cock. Moans falling from both of you. Your hands found the hem of his shirt tugging him towards you.

“I wanna kiss sugu please.” You slowly choked out as his pushing his hard cock inside you.

“My pretty girl.”

He smiles softly as he slowly leans into you, you smashed your lips against his making out with him sloppily, His hips continuously hit yours. His tip kissing your cervix.

“God you’re so fucking tight baby.”

He’s getting close. And you know he’s getting close as his cock spasms inside you. You’re so close once again. His thumb met your abused clit again.

You pulled away from him. Breathing heavily. “Gunna cum Sugu!”

His lips run down your throat leaving soft kisses behind. His hips get sloppy losing the tempo he had.

“I’m gonna fill you so good princess.” He chokes out.

“Please Sugu! Can I come please!” You’re pleading, cunt tightening hard around him.

“God fuck! Come for me princess.”

His thumb rubs your clit hard as he’s slamming into your cunt. You threw your head back. Your legs numb again, as Suguru’s hands found your hips as he just rams into you. Your cunt twitches around his cock as your moan out his name as you let go for the second time tonight. His eyes wide watching you, as you release a clear liquid all over his middle.He moans out at the sight of you. He thrusts his cock fully into you. You can feel him in your cervix as he fills you to the brim with his cum. He slowly pumps into you riding out his high. As he leans back towards you pulling you into a headed kiss. You whimper against his lips as you felt him get somehow deeper into you.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

“Only for you Sugu.” you lazily said.

He slowly pulls his cock out of you. His cum leaking out of you. He slowly runs his fingers through your folds meeting your soaked hole forcing his cum back into you. You’re overstimulated, your cunt is sensitive. You just whimpered out his name. as you noticed he’s still rock hard. His cock a pretty shade of red, leaking his come and coated with your slick.

“Sugu..” You said softly as you try to slowly sit up.

“Yes princess?” he looks at you with a soft smirk.

“Wanna help..”

You slowly slinked off the bed. Sitting prettily on your knees. As you wrapped your hands around his base. Your eyes met his as he lets out a soft chuckle. You gave him a confused look when he pointed at you on the ground. Now you know why he chuckled.

So much for being a brat.

“You’re such a good girl for me princess.”

You let your tounge loll out as you slapped his cock against your tounge. You felt every vein on the underside of his cock. Both of your eyes filled with lust when you finally took him down, his tip hit the back of your throat quick you try to suck him hard. But couldn’t find a good rhythm. When Suguru’s right hand gathered up your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty throat okay, princess?”

You moan around his cock and he accept this. His other hand ran under your chin as he forces his cock down your throat a small gag came from you. His moans are getting louder. As you moan hard against his cock again. He continues to fuck your throat your nose meeting his base. Moans filling the room his cock twitching down your throat. His grunts are deep. You basically have heart eyes right now.

“Gonna paint this pretty throat white. Swallow everything okay princess.”

You nodded slightly. As he picked up the pace again. His cock hitting the back of your throat hard. His cock twitches uncontrollably forcing himself down your throat spilling his seed.

“Holy fuck.. Such a good fucking girl. Swallow it all Baby.”

And you do. He slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth as you finish swallowing everything sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Good girl..”

He bends down to meet your lips with his. Kissing you deeply.

“Thank you so much Sugu.”

“Anything for my Bratty Princess.” He chuckles out.

Shoko rests on your bed, cross legged, squinting as she pours the remnants of something into her flask. Yuki rolls her eyes. “You’re so old fashioned.”

“Practical.” Shoko shrugs.

“Hey, guys-“ you say suddenly, sitting up, “I can take birth control if I drink, right?”

Yuki nods sagely, cracking open the ringpull on the can in her manicured hand. “As long as you don’t puke it up.”

“Okay, great.” You say, happily turning back to your mirror and brushing the wand across your eyelashes a final time.

According to Yuki, there’s no common set aesthetic between the attendees at their gigs. “Everybody just dresses sexy. That’s about it.” She’d shrugged on Friday morning over another overpriced coffee, “so wear something sexy.”

Do you look sexy? Probably- your skirt isn’t too short, but your shirt hugs your tits so well it’s almost embarrassing to go out in daylight wearing it. As such, you end up dragging on a jacket to avoid flashing the unsuspecting public- but, as it turns out, there was probably no need at all.

“Oh my god, I’m sweating already.” Shoko says. Her shirt is just as low cut as yours, which makes you feel a little better- plus, there’s probably more skin on show than there is fabric in the bar.

If you can even call it that.

It's more of a club with a bar attached than what you were expecting. Condensation drips down the walls, gathering moisture and slicking the surface. Lights bounce off people’s hair, faces, pupils dilating then shrinking back down as the strobe comes into contact with their eyes; you feel like you’ve stepped into a kaleidoscope and somebody is vigorously shaking it as you slosh around in the beads.

A particularly vicious strip of green laser stabs at your vision and you wince, eyes still adjusting to the atmosphere. But when they do, you realise you shouldn’t have been concerned about the neckline of your shirt at all.

Yuki was right- everybody in this room seems overwhelmingly sexy. Gazes track along bodies that curve for attention, strangers disappearing into tucked-away bathrooms together with their cheap drinks lying sticky and spilt on the floor.

“Yuki, what the fuck? It’s huge in here!” You yell over the music thumping through the speakers. Actually, the room isn’t too huge- but there’s so many people. Crammed wall to wall, body to body, people stagger past you to puke outside and there’s a couple in the corner making out.

It’s not just that corner, or the occasional bathroom stall, you realise- everywhere you look, there’s skin pressed to clammy skin and glitter smeared across fingertips; couples are pressed up against the exposed bricks, clothes snagging on railings. You whirl around to Yuki accusatorially as Shoko inconspicuously sips from the flask tucked into her purse. Not that there's any need- about half of the people in here are drunk already.

“Is this a sex club?” Shoko groans. Yuki laughs and takes the flask from her hand, smiling at you both. “No, obviously not- people just get kinda rowdy sometimes.“ Your own swig of alcohol warms your stomach and throat, a comforting buzz humming below your skin, and suddenly the venue doesn’t seem too bad at all.

Somehow, you end up pressed against the flimsy barricade separating the crowd of thrashing bodies from the stage. Above you, there’s two men singing into the same microphone with a woman perched behind a keyboard and you furrow your brow. “Yu, is this them?”

Shoko laughs. “Wow, anticlimax much?”

Yuki giggles a little drunkenly, unscrewing a can of something bright and sweet from her bag. “Daiquiri.” She explains when you squint at the label, pulling you a spare, “and no, this isn’t them- trust me, you’ll know when they’re on- oh my god, oh my god, it’s them!”

The venue practically erupts. People scream behind you, Yuki excitedly grabbing Shoko before turning to you and shouting something incoherent, her voice drowned out easily by the sheer volume of everybody else.

The crowd surges forwards, breath knocked a little out of your lungs as your canned cocktail sloshes in the can crumpling under your fingers. There’s a sudden burst of light from above as the spotlights fan out across the crowd, and you screw your eyes shut instinctually at the sudden explosion of white- but your ears are still open, and you can hear the amount of swooning female voices drowning out everything else.

The band can’t be everybody’s type, can they?

Your question is answered immediately when you manage to get a good look at them.

And holy shit.

“I know, right?!” Yuki yells into your ear, blonde hair tickling your neck as she leans in towards the stage to laugh at the dumbstruck look on your face. “They’re hot!”

More than hot. You aren’t quite sure where to look first, totally overwhelmed and spoilt with choice; you start at the front, to the white-haired, sunglasses wearing, grinning frontman who’s lapping up the attention.

“Is everybody having a good time?”

He only has to greet the crowd once before they’re all yelling and vying for his attention again, to which he just laughs and scrapes his hair back. “Thought so. Lemme introduce you to the band!”

You stare, slack jawed and flustered, while Gojo- as he introduces himself while grinning, much to the delight of apparently everybody- does exactly as he said between adjusting his mic stand.

Choso Kamo on the guitar, dark bangs falling softly into eyes smeared with dark makeup as his fingers slip along the fretboard; girls drunkenly squeal his name over and over, but unlike Gojo he looks almost embarrassed- a cute flush working onto his face. Gojo also mentions he’s the stand-in keyboardist, to which he blushes even harder and focuses on the chords.

Ryomen Sukuna sits behind the set of drums at the back, twirling the drumsticks between his fingers. When Gojo calls his name into the mic, he grins widely and flexes his tattooed biceps to encourage the desperate crowd’s attention; cymbals crash and vibrate when he lowers his hands, mouth barking out a laugh when Gojo pulls a face at him.

But then, finally:

“And now, my best friend and our resident bassist- come into the light, let the ladies see you!” Gojo teases; the people behind you only make more noise as he turns to face forward, beckoning his laughing friend closer, and you see why immediately.

Suguru Geto, as Gojo announces over the screams, is the kind of hot that steals your breath away and makes you want to suffocate if it means you’ll get to keep staring at him. You’re so close you can see the thin strips of eyeliner framing his eyes.

“I told you they were everybody’s type.” Yuki says into your ear, grinning knowingly as you gape up at the men- or, more specifically, man- in front of you.

“Yeah.” You nod dazedly, only half registering the words coming out of her mouth as your eyes zero in on the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Something metallic and shiny glints under the lights as he does so: a tiny piercing, a little silver star on the pink muscle.

You’re struck by how effortless he makes it look. Bass thrums through the amps, the floor, travelling up through your starstruck body in cloying waves that make your brain vibrate within your fragile skull.

Your mouth dries, then immediately waters again when Geto throws his head backwards briefly mid-song while his polished nails work the strings. Hair spills across his shoulders, strands falling messily from where they’ve been loosely tied back.

Try as you might, you physically can’t pull yourself away from staring at him. Not even through Choso’s abashed guitar solo, not even when Sukuna flings his drumsticks about and flashes a sliver of (tattooed, obviously) tanned abdomen to the crowd.

It’s their final song now, and you’re feeling pre-withdrawals from Geto’s presence. Suddenly, rather embarrassingly, you understand exactly why so many people in here come back again and again. You would too, just for a glimpse of him.

You need a drink.

The abandoned and lukewarm can in your hand will have to suffice, sweetened alcohol swilling about in your mouth and dripping down the side of not just the can itself, but your forearm. Without breaking the stare you’ve been holding on Geto’s gorgeous face since the very first song, you stick your wettened tongue out and drag it across your skin.

Cocktail collects on your tastebuds as you go, still gazing in entrancement up at the bassist. You’re so deep in analysing his face, the studded eyebrow piercing, the thin wisps of hair plastered to his forehead from sweat, the gauges decorating his earlobes, that you don’t realise that he’s staring back, too.

You freeze, tongue now flattened against your wrist and its rapid pulse as his eyes lock onto yours- and god help you, he smirks. A lazy, devastatingly slow facial expression as he gazes with heavy eyes directly into the face in front of him.

It’s about as cliche as it gets, you know- but for a few seconds, as Geto’s lips curl upwards and his fingers keep plucking, as the alcohol pools on your tongue and sticky skin, everything seems to blur. Muting and slowing, the sounds and smells around you stop their assault on your senses and the room narrows down to just you and the bassist who’s very blatantly ogling you.

And then, like a building wave crashing back to shore, everything quickens back up as Gojo finishes the final lyric and tosses his pick into the pit of swarming fans. A little plastic triangle, thrown to people who practically dive over each other to grab the keepsake.

“Thank you for coming!” Gojo yells into the mic, “and-“

Whatever else he says is drowned out, a rush of blood in your ears when you realise Geto’s turning to leave the stage, bass propped up against the amplifier and his eyes tugging away from yours. Your chest almost pangs.

The pavement outside, almost an hour later, is damp and gritty. You’re muttering curses to yourself as you try to ignore the man vomiting around the corner; as if that wasn’t bad enough, you’re looking for Yuki- who was looking for Shoko. So now, you’re ultimately alone while the vague smell of cigarette curls around you and embeds itself in your clothes.

“I can’t believe this.” You mumble to yourself. The alcohol has mostly lost its hold on you now, fading down to a background buzz that would be pleasant if you weren’t in such a dismal mood.

“Hey.”

You look up begrudgingly, monotone expression slapped across your face, before you see who’s speaking and almost scream. “Uh, hi!”

Beside you, cigarette in hand, stands Suguru Geto of all people. The ash burns and drops to the floor where it sizzles out, probably landing on your shoe with how close he’s standing, but you don’t care.

He smiles down at you and stubs out his cigarette. God, he’s even prettier up close. “Suguru.”

You already know. He knows you know. He knows everybody else here knows- it’s just a formality to get your name. And he does, obviously.

His lips curve again, something dangerous flickering behind his eyes when they drift down just a little to the dip in your top. “Did you enjoy the show?”

He’s murmuring at a normal volume, but it may as well be that he’s just shouted it into your eardrum with the way you jolt. “Yeah, I did.” Frowning, “but I think everybody else did too.”

Geto tilts his head, a gleaming wave of hair washing across his shoulder. “Honestly, gorgeous? I don’t think I even noticed anybody else. Not with you staring up at me all prettily, you made it hard to focus on the set.”

Avoiding his eye contact for fear you’d probably squeal, “you made it hard to focus on the rest of the band, too.”

He straightens up finally, tucking a lock of hair behind his gauges; you’re disappointed to say the least- were you too boring? Too forward? Your fingers fiddle with the hem of your skirt nervously, and Geto notices. Or, more precisely, he notices the way your thighs look in the skirt.

Not that you notice.

What you do notice, however, is the way he clears his throat and you snap your head up to look at him.

“My car’s parked around the back. Everybody else left.”

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s a thinly veiled invitation, you know that; Shoko and Yuki can handle themselves, can’t they? And you’re not sure if it’s the heat Geto’s presence brings to your face or the way the alcohol is still coursing happily through your veins, but somehow you find yourself placing your fingers with his ringed ones and following him towards the car.

Initially, you weren’t quite sure what to expect from his car, but it’s actually quite nice- air freshener hung tidily, boxes of instruments and equipment stacked in the boot. All of your curiosity, however, is brushed away like dust to the wind when Geto opens the door- and encourages you to cosy up in the backseat.

Your head thunks lightly against the glass, nervy hands automatically wrestling the steadily rising hem of your skirt back down; Geto stops you, fingers gently curling around yours and pushing the material back up your thighs until he has a clear shot down to your underwear.

He breathes out, self-satisfied and hungry, his thumb reaching forwards to tenderly glissade down the soaked fabric. Your hips twitch instinctually towards the touch; embarrassment isn’t even in your periphery anymore, too worked up to care as he keeps lightly teasing your pussy.

“Lie back for me, pretty.”

You do- god help you- and warmth pools between your legs at the sight. Geto’s crammed below, chest almost flattened to the seats, silver jewellery cool against the heated skin of your thighs when he props your legs over his shoulders and leans in.

He lets his breath fan across you at first, before swiftly pulling your panties to the side and grinning at what he finds. You can’t see between your legs, too busy craning to get a glimpse of Geto’s face, but whatever you’re viewing doesn’t matter- because as soon as he closes his plush lips around your clit your brain blanks.

Geto presses another tender kiss to your sensitive skin again before drawing back and lining an obscenely slow, teasing lick through your wetness. It’s more for him than you, undoubtedly; he can’t find it in himself to feel selfish or guilty, not when you taste so good.

You jolt, hands flying to the crown of his glossy head and gasp. “What- why are you c-cold?”

Geto smiles against your cunt, chastely kissing your inner thigh before slowly unfurling his tongue and- oh, how did you forget? His pretty little piercing, nestled right in the middle, glimmering with traces of your slick.

Words fail you, a breathless curse slipping from your mouth when your head falls back again.

“Fuck,” he moans into you, tongue flicking across your clit, “sooo good for me.”

Two fingers work themselves around you, cold rings pressing against your clit and you muffle a whimper into your palm. Geto looks displeased, to say the least. “Don’t do that. Let me hear you, pretty.”

To punctuate his point, Geto’s pulling away to hear the way you gasp indignantly as your orgasm gets ripped from you. “You can’t do that-“ you say, voice cracking, “you’re cruel.”

He just smiles, piercings glinting, as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks. Your breath hitches and your chest rises below your top at the sight, so lewd and unrefined compared to everything he showed onstage earlier.

He laughs at your expression and sits back in the seat, undoing his belt without breaking eye contact. “Take your panties off for me, pretty.” You startle, halfway crawling across the seats towards him, before quizzically removing the soaked piece of fabric from where it’s all tangled at your thighs.

“Now, hand them to me.”

You do. You’re expecting him to maybe gag you with them- or himself, he doesn’t seem above that- but what he does instead makes your nails dig into the seat. Geto takes the ruined, messy fabric of your underwear and wraps it around his base.

“Fuck.” His hips stutter as he does, panties clinging to his sensitive skin as he loops them. He smiles. “There.”

You stare. Unabashedly- because what else are you supposed to do when the bassist you’re fucking in the back of his car uses your panties as a cockring?

And your gaze isn’t averted from his cock itself either; adorned with a few zigzagging veins- and a tiny sliver orb nestled at the tip. It’s identical to the one on his tongue, you notice with amusement. You wonder briefly if he has any earrings the same, but the gauges glint back at you and answer your question.

“Okay, up you go.” Geto settles back in the seat and grins as you swing your legs determinedly over his lap, your soft thighs bracketing his toned hips- but all your bravado disappears the moment your greedy hands wrap around his dick and realise just how thick he is.

The fabric at his base swallows up only what seems to be a tiny portion of his cock, slippery fabric splayed across tan skin that fades into the prettiest pink at the tip. Pre leaks down, soaking into your panties further and you tremble in trepidation.

“C’mon, gorgeous.” Geto coos, rings cold against your hips. “I’ll help you out…”

He does, guiding your slick cunt to the tip and letting gravity do the work. As you swallow him up you shudder, that teeny little piercing nudging at all your soft spots and coaxing even more wetness from you. “Ohh, fuck.” You breathe, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

He laughs and caresses your spine as you finally bottom out, lace scratching your skin just a little. “I told you I’d help you out, hm?”

You moan in response, hands curling into fists at his skin for leverage as you begin to lift and drop your hips. Geto’s head tips to the side, eyes half shut as he stares unashamedly at where you’re conjoined together.

He watches and feels the way your cunt squeezes around him as he slides out, only for you to squeak into his ear when Geto slips back in to the base and notches deep.

Your thighs are burning already, legs trembling as you fight for purchase on the smoothness of the car’s backseat. “Slowing down already?” You huff, hair sticking to your temples.

“S’not my fault you’re so…” you trail off, cheeks bright as Geto jostles inside you again. “No, go on.” He says, smirking against your throat as his tongue piercing licks a filthy stripe up the salty skin. “What am I?”

“You’re-“ you heave, “you’re… big.”

Oh, he smiles at that, piercings shimmering as he grins wickedly up at you. You don’t even realise he’s looped his hands around your waist, that he’s spread his thick thighs just a little further, until Geto’s using the excess leverage to yank you down onto his cock like a doll and you sob.

“Fuck, fuck, Geto-“ you gasp, nails cutting marks into his shoulders as you try and cling on.

“I think we’re much past the formalities by now, pretty.” He pants, tugging you closer to dig his teeth into your flesh and balm the ache with his tongue’s cooling metal ball. “Suguru works just fine.”

You try to say Suguru, you really do, but he chooses somewhere between the second and third syllable to slam his tip into your cunt and you blank. What you end up with instead, is a wanton cry of:

“Sugu-!”

He groans. “F-fuck, yeah, gorgeous.”

The underwear tangled around his base is sodden beyond repair by now, a mix of pre and slick infiltrating the fibres of the fabric and soaking it completely through until it’s barely recognisable as your panties anymore. “Sugu, Sugu, Sugu-“ it’s like your own personal mantra.

Your hand, shaky as it is, latches onto your clit and rubs frantic little circles over the nerves. It’s messy and uncoordinated but it feels so good you gasp, the noise dripping like sugar into Geto’s awaiting ears as his pace pushes you to continue.

Geto groans out small susurrations against your collarbone and chest, sucking purple marks into the soft skin. Your head tips back and your pussy pulses dramatically around him- and Geto grins.

“You close, pretty?”

“Yes, fuck, so close-“ you hear yourself whining, mascara smudged beneath your eyes. Geto’s makeup isn’t faring better- eyeliner streaks darkly across his temples as you grab his face to bring him forwards.

The kiss is nothing short of nasty- more spit and breath than lips, your tongue searching for the piercings studded across his lips and the extra sensation they add to the kiss. Geto moans lowly, a cracked little noise that echoes from his throat and into your mouth. When your fingers stutter, it’s Geto’s hand that comes down to cover you and rub harder.

You clamp down tightly around him when you cum, the orgasm overtaking all five senses until everything you feel is coated in a numbing mixture of bliss and overpowering pleasure. Geto fucks you through it, welcoming the extra tightness as his teeth dig into his lip.

When Geto finally cums, it’s messy, hot and thick- white streaks viscously down your inner thighs as you overspill, coating the ruined panties wrapped around his dick even more. His hair spills over his shoulders like water, curtaining you both as he smushes his mouth to yours again.

“Hck-“ you squeal against his tongue when he brings you in, your arms wrapping around his neck as his hands drag you closer by your hair and back. Spit drips down your lips and Geto eagerly licks it all back up.

Utterly fucked-out and ruined, you slump against his chest while Geto reaches into the pocket of his jeans, fingers curling around a plastic lighter and a packet of cigarettes. He nudges the window down just enough to let the sex-sticky humidity fade out into the night, and clicks his lighter.

The slow puff of his cigarette seems to revitalise him, eyes turning up as he smiles. You don’t even smoke, but when he wordlessly holds it out to you between two fingers you find yourself leaning forwards and chasing whatever he offers.

“My friends are probably waiting.” Your voice is embarrassingly hoarse, makeup probably obscenely ruined. And you don’t have any panties to wear, either.

“I, uh… I can’t walk back.”

Geto laughs. “Wow. It was that good?” You flush.

“Not like that-“ although, your legs are shaking. “You stole my underwear. I’m not walking back without any panties-“

Geto brushes a piece of hair from your face as you ramble. “You can stay over at mine, if you want. I’ll drive you back tomorrow.”

You should say no- but you’re tired, your legs are shaking, and he’s still buried inside you, so you find yourself agreeing.

Yuki <3

You good?

Me and Sho couldn’t find you, she said you walked off with somebody

Hope you had fun!!

If the string of drunken winking emojis is enough to go by, they aren’t exactly worried out of their minds about you and you huff. By now, you’re slumped in the passenger seat as Geto kicks the car into drive, and you snap a quick photo of his head and torso as he reverses, attaching it to the message you send Yuki.

You

Lots of fun

Be back tomorrow!

Your phone buzzes repeatedly, vibrating against your hand as the city lights blur past you, reflecting from shopfronts and puddles of water.

“Hey,” Geto says, one hand on the steering wheel and the other brushing across your thigh, “we’re playing again in two weeks. If you wanna come.”

“Wow, I have to wait a whole two weeks to see you again?” You joke, voice still strained and tired from all your previous moaning.

Geto grins, piercings shining. “Now, I didn’t say that, did I?”

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a/n: his hair is gorgeous- and thank you all again!

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never in a million years had suguru expected his girlfriend to be so upfront about such a big, personal decision. the thought of having you say those words had never crossed his mind.

“can you repeat that for me, sweetheart?”

could you blame him for asking you to clarify the words you’ve uttered? that man has seen you as an oblivious and innocent woman ever since the start of your relationship. of course, unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were anything but that.

you may be a virgin, but your mind was a place for the most lewd and nasty thoughts. it’s just that you’ve been scared of being intimate with a man—it’s frightening, especially when having heard the many online stories about how badly it could hurt. some say that such descriptions were over exaggerating, however your inexperience still lead you to believe everything you’ve read about the topic.

and then you started dating an older man named suguru. you’ve met him by chance at a mall in kyoto and he was the first one who approached the other. you remember how suguru politely asked you for some advice regarding what type of presents he should get for ‘two teenage girls’. of course, you agreed to helping him out and that’s how you two eventually ended up brainstorming about possible ideas in a cozy café.

once seated, chosen drinks in both your hands, you asked the man whether the gifts were meant for his daughters. somehow, that’s the first connection the neurones in your brain had made once suguru told you about the two teenagers he was picking out presents for.

you remember it vividly; the sweet, gentle sound of the laughter that accounted as your answer, the eyes of the then stranger looking rather nostalgic as they stared into the liquid in his cup. suguru responded vaguely; “i guess you could say that, yes.”

that little ‘date’—if you could call it that—ended on a wholesome note. suguru thanked you for your time and made sure that you safely got into the train you needed to take home. he did want to offer you a car ride, however he kept that question to himself since he knew that no woman would voluntarily agree to be taken home by a stranger. even if suguru had the purest of intentions.

there were a couple more dates that followed after that one; all where you both gradually got to know each other better. you’ve found out so much about suguru—the details about his own life being both fascinating and sad at the same time. likewise, suguru had also learned much about you. he always shows great interest in what you tell him, even if it’s a minuscule detail. he remembers it all as well—a feature which caused you to feel funny things in your stomach.

you realised you were catching feelings for that mysterious yet sweet and loving man; it was inevitable. the way he makes you giggle, his respectful and easygoing manner of speaking, the slight touches you two shared on accident.. all of it added to your little crush.

however, you didn’t actually think suguru was falling for you too. you only met up for a few times, plus, you seem out of his league—both due to your age gap and difference in the things you’re pursuing at the time. you were in college, trying to get your degree whilst he already had a job as a powerful leader of an organisation and was trying to achieve one of many goals with them.

there’s not a chance he’d like you, right?

wrong. you were confessed to a couple weeks after your first meeting and have been in a relationship for over 4 months now. it still felt like a dream; having your first boyfriend be such a gentleman. it truly felt like you already met the love of your life whenever he was near.

suguru’s been nothing but sweet and caring to you, has never asked you to engage in any sexual activities nor even ever dared to touch you in places you haven’t consented to. the furthest you’ve gone in terms of intimacy in those four months, were make-out sessions. just some tongue action here and there—adding sprinkles of neck kisses and hickeys.

there were times where you wanted to let things escalate, however you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to ask your lover. suguru wasn’t the person to decide your feelings for you either—if there was no verbal consent coming from your lips, he’s not going any further. even if he wanted to as well.

you were grateful that suguru was that willing to wait for you, no matter how long it might take. not only were you anxious of the possible pain the sex would bring, but it was partially due to the fact that your lover was much more experienced in that field.

what if you were lacking? what if it wasn’t satisfactory enough for him and he’d eventually leave you for it? it’s obvious that suguru wasn’t the type of man to actually do that, however you couldn’t stop the many possibilities from running free in your brain.

your change of mind was rather spontaneous; it was today when you suddenly came up with your final decision. you were staying over at suguru’s, the sun was out and he was sitting on his balcony, reading a book whilst sipping on his coffee. what caught your eye was his bare back and the muscles which were on display to you.

suguru was shirtless and the seams of light were making his skin glisten—the view making your own body hot and bothered. you bit your lip and approached your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his neck. that skin-to-skin contact made you sure of your decision; you needed him. in more ways than one.

that’s how you ended up saying what you said. the statement left suguru baffled since you uttered it in his ear out of the blue. he couldn’t deny one thing however; the idea certainly did send a shiver of excitement down his spine.

“i said,” you repeat with a little mischievous grin, leaning in closer to your lover once he turned around to face you properly—as if searching for any hints that your words were indeed not his imagination, “i wanna lose my virginity to you.”

it wasn’t. you actually said it—the words that would take your relationship a step further. although, suguru couldn’t help but wonder where your sudden decision came from. his hands found their way to yours and he held onto them like they were two delicate flowers.

“i’m happy to hear that, though i’m curious,” your lover starts off carefully as he places chaste yet soft kisses on your palms, “why so sudden?”

you shrug nonchalantly like you didn’t feel that twinge of nervousness in the back of your mind as you felt suguru’s lips on your skin. ‘it really was happening now, was it?’—that kind of feeling was the cause of your subtle anxiousness.

“well, ehh— you just looked good.. sitting there.. i guess.” you mumble, voice trailing off in embarrassment whilst your eyes darted around the balcony in attempt to avoid suguru’s gaze. your flustered expression and adorable confession makes him laugh gently. it was not a mocking laugh at all—more of an amused one;

“just when i thought you couldn’t get any cuter..” the long-haired man muses, the locks of his bangs grazing ever so slightly against your hands as he keeps holding them, “you never fail to surprise me, do you know that?”

suguru had a way with words that made you weak in the knees. or maybe it’s simply because he’s shirtless and kissing your palms so romantically. you don’t know which one it was.

“but, love,” suguru continues carefully as he stands up, your eyes following his as he towers over you, “are you a hundred percent sure? i don’t want to do anything you aren’t comf—“

“yes.” your answer cut your boyfriend off and he’s left in shock once more. your eyes were filled with determination, yet the faint glint of nervousness in them didn’t escape suguru’s sight. you’ve given your verbal consent and are even the first one to suggest the idea— what more could he ask of you?

there hung a silence between you two, the breeze blowing through suguru’s dark locks making him look even more majestic than he already was. you had no doubt about it; today was going to be the day. it had to be.

“then, if you’d let me have this,” his low voice sounded more sensual than it had ever been as his hand found its place on your cheek, fingertips rubbing against your ear, thumb softly pressing onto your skin—

a slow and romantic kiss followed straight afterwards. it had caught you slightly off guard, even when knowing fully well that this was what you were longing for.

his lips moved in tandem against yours, the soft touch making you feel certain emotions that you hadn’t even thought existed. this man whom you called your lover had never been unable to expose you to new sensations. and soon, he’ll grant you another one. a much pleasurable one.

one arm circled your waist, the other held up, hand on the back of your head to deepen the passion-filled kiss you shared. his lips parted your lightly trembling ones, the tips of your tongues attentively rubbing against one another as if to test the waters; was it fine to go further? are we actually doing this?

you were. it was set in stone as your throat formed soft noises of satisfaction, shaky breaths being exchanged by the two lovers on the balcony—not one of you realising that the weather was changing in the background. the sun was setting, creating the perfect mood for the situation as you were still engrossed by each other’s moves and touches.

it was only for the sake of catching your breath that you had pulled away. your cheeks felt hot, as did your entire body which was still pressed against suguru’s—chest to chest. the proximity was one you both had enjoyed many moments before, however this instant was unlike any other. you both knew as you stared at each other in silence, your quick breaths doing the talking instead.

“will you let me..” the voice of which you have grown to adore spoke to you, the owner grasping your attention once more by holding onto your hand. suguru’s fingers smoothly slid across your skin until they found the puzzle they were meant to complete—that being the gaps between your own fingers. once your hands were tightly intertwined, the man finishes his sentence;

“will you let me love you?”

his face was still close to yours as he uttered those beautiful words to you, warm breath lightly fanning the thin strands of hair on your cheeks to the side, lips subconsciously trying to brush against yours once more. but, they could wait. they could wait until the agreement leaves your mouth.

“of course.” the answer escapes before you could even register it properly. this makes suguru smile against your lips as he captured them in another sweet kiss. he muttered a small ‘thank you’ and then swept your legs off the floor—strong arms placed under your thighs to hold you up against his body whilst the hungry kisses continue.

suguru doesn’t know how he got there; carrying you over to his bed, settling you down onto the soft mattress, his body caging yours underneath him, eyes fluttering over every detail of your exposed skin. he hadn’t had you like this ever before; he hadn’t had you in his bed for a reason as sinful as this, only ever for cuddles or sleep.

“you’re beautiful.” the dark-haired man whispers as he carefully takes off the clothing covering your figure—the gorgeous skin his hands still have yet to explore. suguru can’t remember the last time he has treated anyone like this; like a treasure he’s had the honour to find and keep to himself. there hasn’t been a single woman in his life that he’s cared for this much—you’re the only one capable of mellowing him and his heart.

“stunning,” another compliment; another breath spent to praise you. your lover’s fingers teased the edges of your bra, lips kissing down your collarbone and towards the centre of your chest—each touch being done with precision. your bra became undone a second later and you let the straps fall of your arms, all the way until your breasts were fully revealed.

suguru’s breath hitches, mouth forming more saliva than in any previous instants, the liquid being pushed down his throat with a gulp. you didn’t have the chance to feel conscious of yourself in a moment like this; the dim light of the bedside lamp shone on suguru’s face, his lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva whilst his gaze was lingering on the new sight in front of him—he was utterly obsessed.

“may i?” his hands were already reaching out for the plump flesh and they came in touch once you nodded shyly. his palms were warm as they kneaded your breasts and his fingers brushed against your nipples, which made you whimper from how sensitive they were now that someone else has finally touched them.

suguru took notice of your reaction and put pressure on both small buds once again, thumbs rubbing your areolas in circular motions, “that good, princess?”

“mhmm— y-yes,” you mutter through a moan. your body was pushed further onto the mattress as your lover put more of his weight on you, your entire chest area getting covered by licks and kisses, slow and deliberate ones that left you yearning for more. suguru’s eyes gazed up at yours for consent once his parted lips hovered just above your sensitive nipples, his breath on them alone making you squirm already.

with another nod, suguru wasted no time taking one nipple into his warm mouth—wetting it with his saliva as his tongue slid around the area. his long fingers squeezed, twisted and pulled on your other nipple to give you both stimulations at once.

“mm, so good.” his muffled voice caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. suguru slowly lets his lips travel across your tits, sucking on them, even kissing down the curves until he reaches your torso. he gives that area the same amount of love and attention whilst your fingers were tangled around his smooth, long hair. suguru clearly seemed to enjoy the sensations; he let out small moans and hums against your bare skin to indicate that you should continue playing and tugging at his locks.

his tongue abruptly came to a stop right above the waistline of your panties—the barrier he was about to reach past for the first time. the hesitation was visible in his body language, however his fingers eventually tugged at the fabric, preparing to take it off.

your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched suguru slowly pull the last piece of cloth away. your thighs pressed together on instinct, stopping your panties from exposing your bare cunt.

“should i stop?” suguru asks with a raised eyebrow, fingers pulling away from your underwear now that he’s seen you close your legs. you didn’t want him to stop—it’s just the nerves that made your body move on its own command;

“please— no,” you shake your head, biting your lip as you swallowed your own saliva out of pure desire. you craved him now that it’s come this far, “need you. need you so bad, suguru.”

those words caused suguru’s brain to shut down. any irrelevant thoughts were thrown out of the window; the only thing his mind was telling him to do, was to take care of your needs. your body was laid out on his bed—trusting eyes looking up at his in anticipation, pretty hands grasping onto his sheets like it’d calm you down.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.” suguru sighs, fingertips slightly shaking as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, eyes pausing on the revelation. to say that suguru was simply rendered speechless, was an understatement. that man was on the verge of letting loose of any self-control and just dive his face right between your thighs, eating you out like he’s fantasised of doing for a while now.

“fuck.” your boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before opening them to smile down at you—the handsome smile that was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, “i’ll be careful. i promise.”

naturally, you nodded along. you’ve built up enough trust between one another during the past few months to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. the palm of his hands patted your thighs slightly before spreading them apart, once again showing your glistening folds, a slight wetness to them from your own arousal.

suguru couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. he’d already have devoured your dripping cunt if it wasn’t for his self-control. but, it was your first time. he couldn’t rush into things just yet.

“thank you, baby.” the dark-haired man whispered under his breath. he was showing his gratitude for the sight you allowed him to see—a sight only he had ever seen before. the only man to be able to witness the beauty before him. that fact alone made his eyes darken in lust ever so slightly.

his fingers carefully slid across your vulva, your bodily fluid coating the skin which makes him shiver and his fingers get bolder. the cute sounds that filled his ears were only making this even better for him.

the way your hips bucked up slightly into his touch—just asking for suguru to take you right then and there—was driving him insane. every vein in his body felt like it could pop with how much he was restraining his own self from acting out of line. his finger easily slid into the little hole and suguru almost couldn’t believe it; your pussy was clamping down on his finger, your insides tightly wrapped around him to the point that even he wouldn’t know if his dick would fit in.

“hnnngh, suguru, please— wan’ your cock already,” that dirty sounding sentence was one he didn’t expect to hear from a virgin. it made him shake his head with a small, delighted chuckle; you really never failed to surprise him.

“i know you do,” suguru purrs, pressing kisses against the curves of your tits whilst another finger of his joined to stretch your pussy out properly, “but i need to prep you enough if you wanna take my cock. can you be patient for me, sweetheart?”

“m’kay. gonna try..” his fingers pumped in and out of you, the feeling of them curling up deep inside you made your walls squeeze against them. you’ve played with yourself before, of course, however it was then that you discovered that nothing could ever compare to the real thing: suguru’s long and slightly girthy fingers.

just when you thought that it couldn’t get any better, you felt a third finger—not inside you--but on your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves like you could’ve never done to yourself. suguru was so precise and exact with his actions which showed his experience. that’s another reason of why you’ve put all your trust in him. getting your virginity taken by a sweet, older and experienced man was probably ten times better than losing it to any guy your age, who were probably only out for sex.

suguru was there to make love to you.

your back arched once you felt suguru’s fingers increase their pace, the wet and squelchy sounds echoing through the room as they got louder the more your pussy got played with, his thumb almost overstimulating your clit to the point of release already—that’s how superb your lover’s hand movements were.

“no, no. can’t have you cum on my fingers like that.” you whine once you felt suguru take his fingers back the same moment you were about to reach your first orgasm by someone else’s hands. the older man smirks at this and kisses you on the lips, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it lightly flop back into place as he lets go; “i wanna have you cum together with me, okay?”

you couldn’t refuse such a romantic request, thus you nod. suguru smiles back at you once more before his hands move to take off his sweatpants, tossing the piece of clothing to the side. your eyes widened as you were propped on your elbows, gaze lingering on the massive bulge formed at the crotch area, his boxers not hiding much of the shape.

once the underwear was off as well—that’s when you realised that your underlying anxiousness was not for nothing. suguru’s cock sprung free, it was slightly curved near his pink tip, drops of pre-cum flowing down the length. you haven’t ever seen a dick in real life, only ever on the internet, so this had left you stunned. you didn’t know what the average size was for a man, but there’s one thing you knew for sure: suguru was definitely way above the average size.

“cat got your tongue, princess?” he teased, his hand absentmindedly pumping his cock to the sight of your naked body underneath him. suguru didn’t even know that he started doing that in front of you; it was out of pure instinct. he couldn’t hide the excitement in his body, his shaft twitching in his hand as if it desperately wanted to feel your tight cunt around it.

“uhm, s-suguru..” you stammer a bit, biting your lip as your eyes followed his hand motions which got faster once your sweet voice called out to him. something about you looking a tad bit intimidated by his size made him want to destroy your insides to mush—have you beg him to fuck you as he bullies his whole length into your poor, small cunt.

“i know, i know..” suguru reassures you, free hand giving you a few consoling head pats, “i’ll try to make it as less painful as possible, okay?”

you hum and watch how your lover settles between your legs, spreading them enough to kneel before you, upper body bending forward to place soft pecks on your forehead; he was encouraging and preparing you more in his own way.

your arms instantly wrapped around his back, sweaty palms set underneath his shoulder blades—you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, just waiting on that moment. that feeling you’ve been craving, yet also have been avoiding.

you waited for a bit, however the only sounds heard and sensations felt were the slight dent in the mattress near one side of your body, the bed creaking faintly. suguru was leaning on side of his body, one arm stretched out to open a drawer, apparently searching for a condom.

once you realised what he was doing, you shook your head and tapped his back twice to regain suguru’s attention. his gaze immediately flickered over to yours and his head tilted to the side in curiosity; “i want the full experience—no condom, please.”

his eyes widened at the request. you seemed to be dead serious, eyes glinting determinedly, lips forming a little pout— it was impossible to refuse you, although suguru knew that he had to play the role of the older, more wise and experienced lover in the back of his mind.

he parted his lips to list off the reasons why you should let him use a condom, yet the words died on his tongue. you were impossible to say ‘no’ to. not when you’re looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

suguru prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock, circling the hole and wetting it more by using a mixture of his pre-cum and your own arousal. you took another deep breath and tried your best to hold tightly onto your boyfriend, arms wrapped tightly around his back with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck—bracing for impact.

“tell me if it hurts too much,” suguru whispers in your ear, leaving one last kiss on your temples before pushing his hips forward, folds stretching out and apart to allow his cock through and into your pussy.

did it hurt like you expected? yes. it most certainly did. maybe even worse than you were prepared for.

“fuck— nhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” you hiss whilst your nails dig into the skin of suguru’s back, probably leaving red marks because of how much you’re clinging onto him—like your life depened on it. that’s quite literally what it felt like to you; body being forced to part and make way for suguru inside you, pussy feeling like it was burning by how big of a stretch it was to fit him in—if he actually would be able to push all of his inches into your tight hole.

“sshh, shh, it’s okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” your lover comforts you the best he could, stilling his movements for a couple seconds before gently slipping his cock further into you. it pained him to see the discomfort written over your face, however you hadn’t made any clear signs of wanting this to come to a halt. in fact, you were encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped at any indication of hurt.

“i can take it.. p-promise,” you manage to moan out. suguru breathed in deeply at your words and nodded, kissing your lips in hopes to distract you from any pain you’re feeling, “you’re too good to me, sweetheart. really.”

both of you exhaled deeply as suguru finally bottomed out, a long minute of reassurance and pushing now behind your back. your eyes had watered up a little, chest heaving as you tried to accommodate to the new feeling inside of you.

“take your time.” suguru utters gently, voice sultry and sweet whenever its directed at you. his lips graze against your cheeks, smothering the area with pecks to take your mind off anything else. the locks of black hair tickle your chin and nose, the hairtie that usually kept a good chunk of his hair in a bun now out of sight.

suguru hadn’t taken anyone’s virginity before and that’s what also made this opportunity special to him. he didn’t know how to thank you with words, so he showed his gratitude throughout his actions; lips kissing your shiny tears away, moving across your face to your forehead and eventually to your own round lips which had formed a cute pout.

you could feel suguru smile against your mouth, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your lips whilst mumbling words of affection and praise; “you’re taking it so well, baby. such a good girl for me— love you so much.”

you giggled lightly at your lover’s appreciative remarks, focusing on returning the kiss instead of the tingling feeling in your lower body. you pulled away after a bit and looked up at him with nothing but pure adoration; “i love you too, suguru.”

if suguru had the ability to freeze time, he’d want to do it during this moment, just to relive this bit over and over. he’s sure that this exact instant will be engraved into his memory for the many years to come.

and once you’ve given him the green light to move, he did it with caution, slowly but surely. his hips moved back and then forwards, girthy cock dragging along your walls at a leisurely pace, but just enough to make your pain transform into pleasure.

suguru’s big hands were placed on your hips, sometimes they’d leave their position to cup your chin and make you face him. he doesn’t want you to look away from his eyes; he’ll think you don’t like this if you do. besides, the thing he loves most about being in the missionary position, is that he’s able to hear how good he’s making you feel whilst looking into your eyes to see your face scrunch up in satisfaction. it’s so romantic and perfect. just like you.

“my little princess is so pretty.” suguru sighs in content and kisses your tears away, thrusting into your tight cunt in a comfortable pace—not too fast but not too slow, “the way you take my cock and still manage to look beautiful while doing it— you’re incredible.”

if the physical pleasure wasn’t enough, his added commentary would certainly be. you moan and whimper phrases that sound like his name over and over again; you didn’t know what else to say as your mind was foggy with the amazing sensations your body was experiencing for the first time. that was fine with suguru since all he wants was to see you enjoy yourself—this moment was for you. everything he did was for you—every thrust, every kiss, every touch.

“nhhg, too good, so good!” you mewl and leave more scratch marks across suguru’s back, ones which he didn’t mind at all. it only served as further proof of this special moment. the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of your insides, puffy folds parted widely to make room for more of his length until it felt like he actually was balls deep.

“mhm—you’re, haah, tight..” the once calm and collected man seemed to let loose of himself the more he felt your cunt swallow him all the way, gripping onto his dick as if you didn’t want to ever let go. suguru grunts and moves down to leave a couple hickeys across your neck, hips non-stop pushing against yours, “don’t think i can last long—fuck, yeah—you feel amazing, baby.”

your eyes roll back as the pleasure seems to build up in your stomach as well. it felt like a coil that threatened to snap at any moment and it’d release another immense wave of pleasure upon breaking. your body was on fire, sweaty and hot, just like suguru’s.

“can you cum with me, princess? can you wait and hold on for me?” he asks, and the questions sound impossible, however you could at least try your best to fulfil his desires. you’d also want nothing more than to reach your peak together with the man you loved.

“okay—mmhh—together.” you nod and your body tenses up, legs subconsciously moving to wrap around suguru’s waist, heels of your feet simultaneously tapping against his lower back along with his hip movements. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out for as your breathing patterns changes, whiney gasps and choked up moans escaping the back of your throat as your clit bumps against his pelvis over and over.

“almost, almost—“ suguru curses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while yours did the opposite. your body rocked back and forth and the bed felt like it was shaking along as well. you could tell by the way suguru’s hips rolled against yours that he was close—his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes half-lidded but not closed to still hold contact with yours and his hands clutched onto your waist. all indications of his nearing climax.

“mnph, gonna cum— shit, shit, shit, i’m gonna cum—“ suguru swears under his breath a couple times more before snapping back into reality at the last few seconds. he realised once again that he didn’t have a condom on, so his first rational thought was to pull out and finish himself outside of your body.

you were also nearing your own orgasm, not thinking rationally due to the intensity of the moment, any other thoughts except for the man on top of you were thrown out of the window. you felt suguru try to pull his twitching and throbbing cock out before it could spurt its cum inside of your dripping cunt.

you whined and shook your head, pulling suguru in for a deep kiss while tightening the grasp your legs had around his hips; “w-want to feel you cum in me— want you to fill me up while i finish too.”

suguru’s breath caught in his throat, almost choking on his own saliva from your bold requests. his only rational thought instantly vanished from his mind, now all that’s left was pure love, pleasure and desire. the mental image of his cum spilling and filling your pussy to the brim drove him to the edge.

“all yours, i’m going to give it all to you, princess, yeah? fuck !” both of you relinquished in the feeling of bliss, the warmth and build up reaching its designated ending— the expected waves of pleasure washing over you both. series of soft moans, whimpers and groans filled the room as your pussy was flooded with lots of hot cum.

it was like suguru hadn’t came in years—that’s how incredible that orgasm was experienced by the dark-haired male. the same thing goes for you; your legs were shaking, hips squirming up in aftershocks as you squeezed down on suguru’s cock, quite literally milking him dry of every drop.

“nhh, haah— suguru, love,” your tired and powerless whispers caught his attention immediately. your trembling hand held onto his cheek in attempt to make him look at you. suguru’s fingers curled around your wrist, turning your hand away from his face and to the side so he’ll have access to your palm. his lips left a ticklish trail of pecks on them until his mouth found its home: your lips.

the two of you exchanged deep, exhausted breaths, your boyfriend eventually pulling out and rolling onto his side to cradle you into his arms—hand placed on the back of your head to rest your body against his chest. the following seconds were spent cuddling as you tried to regain composure.

“you were amazing.” suguru sighs, chin resting on top of your head whilst his hand rubbed your bare back in comfort, “are you okay, sweetheart? nothing feeling off or anything of that sorts?”

you shake your head and snuggle up against your lover, content with how things are right now. the afterglow of your little session—of your first time, made you happier than ever. you couldn’t believe it’d feel this good. maybe it’s due to the one you’ve lost your virginity to.

“i’m okay.” you mumble and lift your head up to look suguru in the eyes, faces only inches away from each other. there were no words in the dictionary that could describe how you two felt. the closest word to explain it would be flawless.

“i’m glad, baby. thank you for trusting me.” suguru flashes you a small smile and strokes your head. you stay like that, bodies intertwined in a deep and comfortable hug, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears and subtle gestures of love making you feel secure.

a couple minutes later and suguru noticed how you started to doze off. he chuckled to himself before pulling away from your hug and standing up, only to have you pout and complain about the loss of warmth.

“i’m just going to clean you up, love.” the soft-spoken man utters to you, laughing quietly at the adorable state you were in at the moment. you were so dependent on him.

“should i prepare us a warm, relaxing bubble bath as well?” he asks, squatting down near the edge of his bed and taking your hands in his, maintaining eye contact as per usual.

“that’d be nice.” you nod and feel your eyelids close slowly, “can’t promise i won’t fall asleep, though.”

suguru lets out a soft exhale through his nose, corner of his lips curling upwards at your little comment. he couldn’t believe he ended up dating such an unbelievably wonderful girl. it’s a blessing in his life of curses.

“i’ll make sure to at least clean you up if you do fall asleep, don’t worry. you’re safe with me.”

you were sure he was an angel sent down from heaven. it was more than clear to you—even if it may not be to many others out there.

“thank you, suguru.” you murmur as your body relaxes into the soft mattress, “i love you.”

“i love you too. more than you could imagine.”