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Frown deepening on his features, legs uncrossing and scooting closer to the edge of his bed. "What are you thinking about so hard?"

"Not telling," you answer, spinning around in his office chair so that you’re facing away from him.

His desk is neat, everything organised and probably put exactly where it should be. Beside his monitor sits a little black cat figurine, one you had bought him not too long ago because it reminded you of him. Seeing it displayed makes you smile; he must like it.

Geto’s voice cuts through your small reverie, "So, you're not only going to ignore me, you're also not going to tell me what's wrong?"

Not even glancing back, you hum at him, "That would be a correct assessment... yes."

"Have I told you that you're annoying yet today?" He exasperates.

Shrugging, "I don't think so?"

"Oh? In that case, you're annoying."

"You're so mean to me; this is why I don't want to tell you what's wrong." You’re being dramatic but so is he.

A sigh leaves him, "If I promise to be nice, will you tell me what's wrong?"

Your head flops back onto the headrest, jabbing at him jokingly, "I don't know if you're capable of kindness, Suguru."

"Now who's being mean? I'm nice all the time."

"Maybe to strangers..." You mumble out.

There’s no reply from him and for a second you think he’s going to leave the issue alone… that is until you’re suddenly spinning. His footsteps are always so light, you didn’t even hear him come up behind you. You’re facing him now, his hands holding himself up by the arm rests of his office chair. He’d spun you around just to lean down into your space and pointedly look at you.

Geto squints. “I’m nice to you all the time.”

“I don’t think this constitutes as ‘nice’.”

He groans your name, “Come on, you always talk to me when something’s wrong.”

“Maybe this is awkward for me to talk to you about,” you pout back at him.

His tongue clicks in realisation, “So, it’s about your love life?”

The immediate and correct guess stumps you, causing you to sputter out, “What!? You have no way of—”

“—You never talk to me about your dates, and you also got defensive so I’m guessing I’m right.” His gaze is even, unconcerned.

You huff at him and echo his earlier question, “Have I told you that you’re annoying yet today?”

“Yes, earlier when you almost fell over and I smiled,” he reminds.

Your response is a grimace and a matter-of-fact tone when saying, “I don’t tell you about my dates because I don’t go on them.”

“Ever?” Geto’s eyes widen slightly, clearly surprised by your confession.

Cementing back, “Ever.”

“People have definitely asked you out though.”

“Yeah, but not that often because they always think we’re together.” Glaring at him.

His hand reaches for your face and squishes your cheeks between his fingers. “Don’t look at me like that, that’s not my fault.”

Your voice comes out all mumbled and difficult to understand, “It so is.” He rolls his eyes at you, and you slap his hand away. “Stop squishing my face!”

Letting go, he sighs and takes a step back, sitting on the edge of the bed again. “Something about your love life is bothering you.”

Crossing your arms over your chest and looking to the side, you complain, “You’re so nosy.”

“Am not.”

What a liar, he’s always in your business. Though, now that you’re thinking about it, you don’t think he’s usually in other people’s business this bad. He does like hearing about the gossip you collect though, always ready to hear it while acting as though he doesn’t care.

There’s no reply you can think to give, so you give him the silent treatment. Still looking away from him and silently pouting, you can feel his eyes watching you, waiting for you to break. It’s a frequent game you start that he finishes, silently ignoring him while he watches and waits until you can’t take it anymore and tell him what’s on your mind.

A few more moments pass by and you already feel ready to give in, you hate how much more effective his silence is. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, your gazes meet and you feel yourself folding all at once.

Large and exasperated groan leaving you as your shoulders slump back into the chair, “Fine!”

He perks up at your concession, a self-satisfied look on his face that irks you.

You’re looking at him properly to say, “I was asked on a date earlier today.”

The expression on his face changes to one of annoyance, like he’s not happy to hear that. “Who?”

“Some guy, you don’t know him,” you wave off, not really understanding why it matters to him.

Geto prods for more information, “…And what did you say?”

“…I said no.”

“Oh?” His reaction is indecipherable to you, “Why?”

This question is exactly why you didn’t want to talk about this. “I don’t know…” You’re lying, trying to avoid talking about this in more depth.

“Did you like him?”

“I didn’t not like him,” you shrug, “I would’ve liked to go out with him at least once but…”

“But…” He pushes.

“I don’t know, Suguru,” you scowl at your own reasoning, “I’ve never been on a proper date before, I don’t know what to expect or what’s expected of me. What if he wanted to kiss me or something?”

He’s quiet for a long moment, making you antsy while you wait for him to talk, “…Would you want to kiss him back?”

“Maybe?”

“I don’t think I’m understanding the issue.” His brows are pinched with his confusion.

You’re exhausted with him, like you aren’t the one being purposefully cryptic. “Am I gonna have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh!” You kick your legs in a mini tantrum, “I’ve never properly kissed someone… it’s always been like… a peck, I don’t know? But what if he expected more of me?”

You can see the way he’s actively fighting against the smile threatening to break out on his face. “Is that—” he bites down an amused sound, “Is that why you always say no to dates?”

“I don’t like you very much right now.” You were already feeling silly and embarrassed and his clear joy from this is not helping that.

He pouts at you mockingly, “Don’t be like that, I can help.”

“How could you possibly help me with this?”

A smile comfortable on his face when he states, “I could teach you.”

“You want to teach me how to kiss?” You scrutinise him, “Have you gone insane?”

“You’re the one all hung up on this and I’m offering to help you,” he puts his hands up, “But if you’d rather be a dateless loser for the rest of your life—”

“—Hey!” You point at him, “Uncalled for… and rude!”

A very signature and very annoying, polite smile sits on his pretty features. Unbothered by your outburst at his very clear bait. He simply raises his arm and grabs the hand you had pointed at him, tugging you from the chair and into him on the bed. You’re taken aback by his bold move, so close to him so quickly. Falling into his lap less than gracefully, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady as you sit sideways between his legs.

You stutter out at him, “Wha– what are you doing?”

Letting go of your hand; he reaches for your face. His thumb stroking softly against your cheekbone. “Do you want my help or not?”

“What you’re basically asking me is if I want to kiss you,” you correct… because that is what he’s asking right now.

Geto’s head drops back slightly as he fights the urge to roll his eyes at you dramatically, hand resting on your outer thigh now. “Don’t be so pedantic. You have a problem and I’m offering to help fix it.”

A sound of disapproval slips from you at his wording, “I know the theory behind kissing someone, Suguru. What you’re offering is making out with me.”

“So?”

Your expression is dumbfounded, you know he’s not this dense. “You want to stick your tongue in my mouth and then go back to the usual?”

He leans in again, dodging your question with his own, “Do you want me to stick my tongue in your mouth?”

“Geto—”

“—Ouch—”

“—Shut up.” You cut him off, “If! We did this and I do mean if. Would you be able to look at me the same?”

“The same as I always have? Sure.” There’s no hesitation from him.

He seems so sure, like he’s not worried about what this might mean for your friendship at all. The easy-going look on his face is both pissing you off and relaxing you, emotions he’s always been able to pull from you.

His hand is large on your thigh and the way it makes you feel is not how you should feel for him. Mumbling out a small, “You’re annoying.”

An amused breath leaves him, “You’ve already told me that today.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” You look up at him through your lashes.

“That’s kind of the point of this.”

“Right…” You can’t help but find yourself feeling nervous, embarrassed that you won’t be good enough. For some reason… you really want him to think you’re a good kisser.

He must take your silence as rejection because his tone is gentle when he says, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I know, I just…” You frown while looking at him, trying to figure out exactly what steps to take next. “I don’t know what to do now…” Geto’s face relaxes and a smile replaces his concern causing you to chastise him, “Don’t smile, it’s not funny!”

“No,” he agrees, “But it is a little cute.”

“Whatever, can we just kiss now?”

“Desperate?” He asks teasingly.

You deny it, “I just want you to stop talking.”

“Sure.” It’s all dragged out and has a teasing lilt to it. Damn him and his need to have the last word. You don’t reply to that and instead try to shuffle off him, thinking sitting like this would be awkward. His hold becomes firmer on you, “What are you doing?”

You’re confused. “Isn’t this position weird?”

“Makes it easier,” is all he says in reply.

Being sat between his spread legs, your own draping over one of them while he holds you doesn’t seem ideal. To you, this couldn’t be a more awkward position to be in for this. Instead of telling him that though, you settle back. “Alright…”

When you look back up at him properly, he’s already looking at you. There’s a funny feeling that runs through you at the look in his eyes. The hand on your thigh moves to your face again, cradling you as he leans in. Murmuring a soft, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Just as he’s about to move all the way in, your hand covers his mouth. “Wait.” You stop him, your nerves getting the better of you. “What if… what if you don’t like kissing me?” He looks a little frustrated, so you pull your hand away, giving him a chance to speak.

“Do you want me to like kissing you?”

You feel flustered by his question, “Why do you always answer my questions with a question?”

“Because your questions are interesting…” he pauses, “…And also, I like teasing you.”

“If you answer my question, I’ll answer yours.”

“Fine,” he indulges you, “I’m not gonna dislike kissing you so your question is dumb.”

“But you can’t know—”

He tuts you, interrupting what you were saying, “—You gotta answer my question now.”

You groan at him, “Well… yeah.”

“‘Yeah’ what?”

He’s such a smug bastard. “Yeah! Yeah, I want you to like kissing me, Suguru.”

You’re huffy but he seems so pleased by your response. A serene and happy look on his face despite the tone you used. You find yourself waiting for him to say something more, something to tease you further but he doesn’t. He simply leans in again, taking you by surprise when his lips are softly pressing to yours. It’s short and sweet, more akin to a peck than anything else. Continuing to plant gentle kisses to your lips until you return them and then he lets them linger.

The feelings that run through you have you all tingly and hot, kissing your best friend for practice probably shouldn’t feel this good… right? You still don’t know what you’re doing though, more just letting him kiss you than anything. When you part again, you murmur, “Suguru, I still don’t know what I’m meant to be doing.”

“Just follow my lead.” His eyes stay on your lips, now shiny from the shared kisses. “That’s all you gotta do.”

“But—”

His eyes roll when you go to argue more. “—Stop thinking so hard about it and let me kiss you.”

You can’t help but squirm slightly at that. “Okay.”

Satisfaction rolls off him in waves but thankfully for you he doesn’t comment any further, choosing to kiss you again. Instinctually, your hand reaches for his chest and grips onto his shirt, you need something to ground you.

Geto is taking this slow, he’s trying his best to be patient to savour this moment with you. He doesn’t want to push you too far too soon and have you stop whatever this is. If he were more sure of himself and where he stands with you, he’d have just asked you out like a sane person but he’s not sure and he didn’t want to pass on this opportunity.

He can feel this becoming something he covets, your soft lips on his, uncertain in your movements but so ready to be kissed by him. His heart pulls with a kind of possessiveness that’s not completely unfamiliar to him regarding you. The desire to not want anyone else to ever have this side of you overwhelming him.

It’s addictive, his kisses, his hold on you… him. You can feel yourself falling into him more, the longer you do this dance. You want more, you want him to kiss you more, but you have no idea how to ask for that. Following his lead is good, it’s helpful but it’s starting to feel like he’s depriving you.

Pulling back, you force yourself to voice, “I want more…”

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” He sounds strained.

“You said you would teach me,” you remind. “So, teach me.”

His thumb presses into your jaw, “Open your mouth more then.”

Doing as he asks; he angles you just slightly before pressing his mouth to yours. The kiss fuller, his tongue licking into your mouth. It has a shiver running down your spine, the sensation new and mind numbing. It’s messier than before and so much more dizzying, you can’t even really keep up with his movements. Just letting him kiss you to his hearts content, feeling yourself getting drunk on his lips in the process.

You can’t even be sure if you’re doing this right, but it doesn’t really feel like it matters, not when you’re this lost in it. Lips gliding against his, a small involuntary sound pulling from your chest at how he grips you tighter. Feeling like he gets impossibly closer, his kisses growing desperate the moment you whine into him.

Geto’s restraint is wearing thin, his desire for you growing tenfold at how you moan for him. He wants to touch you so much more, to put his hands on every part of you. The fear of ruining this moment keeps his hands planted firmly to your hip and cheek though and it’s killing him to not touch you more, more, more.

When you tentatively lick against his tongue he almost all but folds in that single moment, he feels so pathetically weak for you. So unsure of yourself and still trying to kiss him just as deeply as he is you. A guttural groan leaves him, a sound he’d be almost ashamed of if he didn’t notice the way you squirm at it.

You pull back from him, and he can’t help but chase your lips, he doesn’t want to stop. An amused breath leaves you. “Hold on.”

He doesn’t understand what you need a moment for until you’re pulling his hands from you and moving to straddle him.  Your thighs resting beside him, he feels dizzy with need. The need to touch you, to undress you. To have you naked and straddling his lap just like this could make his whole year. His hands are on your hips, tugging you up his lap just slightly further, encouraging.

Going to sit on him, you notice his erection and gasp. Heat rising to your face, suddenly so conscious of how heated this exchange has gotten. “Maybe we should stop…”

It’s almost like it hurts him to hear those words. “Do you want to stop?”

You wish you weren’t so certain, so quick to immediately know that. “… No, I don’t.”

“That’s good…” he smiles, “Cause I’m not done teaching yet.”

And then you’re kissing again, wet and sloppy. He’s holding back less, depraved in how he sucks your tongue into his mouth, bolder now. Revelling in every twitch you make against him, every mumbled whine you let out.

Mindlessly, your hips lightly roll downwards, and his resulting grip holds you so still against him. A debauched moan leaving him at your unexpected movements, parting his mouth from yours with it. Geto’s head tucks into your chest, controlling his breathing, like he might snap at any moment.

You feel a little frantic, like you might’ve hurt him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“—Don’t– fuck– don’t apologise.” He can feel how warm you are through your pants and it’s making him feel feral.

Your fingers run through his hair, to comfort him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” He huffs an unamused sound. “The only thing hurting me is how badly I wanna stuff you full.”

“Sugu—”

“—I know you can feel just how hard I am.” He pulls his head back to look at you, eyes blown wide and dark. “I’m practically aching for you.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. “Suguru… are you some kind of closeted perv?”

The question makes him laugh. “Wanna find out?”

“You were only supposed to teach me how to kiss…”

“Mhm, and you’re doing great.” His nose traces along your neck, inhaling you. “I still have so much more knowledge to give though.”

“Don’t be so– hah!” He licks at your skin before latching his mouth to the side of your throat, the pressure making you fidget in his lap. You feel so sensitive, so much more than what you thought you would.

When Geto pulls back from the mark he’s made, he blows softly on it, enjoying the way you shudder on top of him. “‘Don’t be so’ what?”

That’s right, you were going to say something. He looks really nice right now though… eyes lidded and cheeks just slightly pink, lips slick. What were you going to say to him? His grin only grows, taking satisfaction in your glazed eyes and struggle to think. Averting your gaze, you try to remember what you wanted to say. The break in eye contact is short lived since he grabs your chin and pulls you back.

“Come on, pretty, what were you gonna say?”

The effect he’s having on you is becoming too much. “I was gonna tell you to not be so depraved!”

“Hmm…” His head quirks at you. “You seem to like it though?”

How presumptuous of him, “You can’t know that!”

“You know… the human body is really interesting, for example…” He looks down to where you’re sitting over his prominent erection. “You’re so incredibly hot against me that I feel like I’m going insane.” Smiling back up at you evilly. “Just how wet are you?”

The possibility of fainting is very real all of a sudden, his question has you hot everywhere. “I jus– I just told you to not be so depraved.”

“Yeah, and I ignored you,” he deadpans, ignoring your indignant sounds. “Do you want me to stop?”

Again, you hate how badly you don’t want to stop. Right now, you think you’d let him do just about whatever he wanted to you. “Promise not to tease me later?”

“You know I can’t promise that.”

You pout back at him, “Then I’m not gonna say what I was thinking.”

His curiosity is sufficiently piqued. “Fine, I promise to try not to tease you later.”

“That’s not good enough.”

He tries again. “I promise.” You both stay looking at one another for a moment before he adds, “That’s as good as you’re getting.” And you know it to be true.

How to say this without embarrassing yourself. “You can… you can touch me… however you want, Suguru…”

He feels like he’s gone into shock. “What?”

“Did you not hear me?”

“No… I heard you.” He can’t help the way his cock jumps in excitement. “I’m just double checking I heard you right.” He leans in to taunt, “You’re gonna let me touch you however I want?”

“You said you had more knowledge to share.” It’s a dangerous game that you’re both playing.

He breathes out, “And if I wanna touch you in a depraved manner?”

So certain in yourself when you reply, “I want to be touched in a depraved manner… by you.”

Ah, so you’re trying to kill him, is the conclusion that Geto has come to. A breathless laugh leaves him, “For practice?”

“Sure,” you give him the answer you think he wants, in reality you just desperately want to be touched by him. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on in your life and it’s all his fault.

An entertained sound leaves him, “Hah– Don’t know if I believe your answer there…” His hands are on your hips, slowly dragging you over his dick. Biting his lip at the feeling, cock jumping when your breath stutters.

“Wait– wait,” your hands hold onto his and he stops moving you. Realising now that he might’ve gotten carried away, that he should’ve double checked again.

When you get off his lap and onto shaky legs Geto feels his heart drop, only for it to suddenly pick up speed when you’re shuffling your pants down and off. Crawling back onto him in your panties, he—shamefully—has to put so much focus into keeping calm, so worked up he could cum from this alone.

“Yeah…” you murmur back at him, placing yourself right over his erection again. Gasping at how hard he is, at how much more you can feel even through the layers left on, “I lied just now.”

He wants to ask more; he wants to know what you lied about but if he thought you were hot before then he’s melting now. You’re sitting on his dick in the cutest little panties, already so drenched from making out with him that the affection he feels for you fills up his chest. He’s way too distracted right now to ask what he wants.

“Be honest.” It feels like a chore to rip his gaze away from your pussy. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Geto’s eyes are all glassy and blown, cheeks flushed as he implores you, like he’s worried you’re legitimately trying to kill him. He’s making you feel shy. “It’s your fault I’m acting like this.”

That has him feeling a little prideful. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you confirm.

“In that case.” He’s slowly dragging your heated core over his erection again. “Should I fix it?”

You nod your head at him. “…Yeah”

The shivers that run through you make you gasp, the drag over Geto’s dick feeling so much better without your pants on. And yet you can’t help but feel so greedy, a kind of need in your bones that you’ve not experienced before.

He takes his hands away from your hips and you stop moving, whining pathetically at him, “Why—”

“—Keep doing it yourself,” he encourages.

“But—”

“Just do it how it feels good, use me for a bit,” he grins, “I wanna watch you pleasure yourself on me.”

“You really are a perv,” you mutter back at him.

His retort is quick, “Say that to me when your pussy’s not drooling all over my pants.”

Your cunt jumps at his words. “Are you gonna be this crude the whole time?”

“I can be worse if you want?”

“I can’t stand you.”

“We both know that’s not true.” He looks pointedly down to where your cunt is pulsing hot against him. “Now do us both a favour and move,” he hisses out through clenched teeth, apparently nearing his limit.

“You’re so bossy.” You frown. “I’ve never…” You’re at a loss for how to phrase it.

“Dry humped someone before?” He finishes for you. “Though, with how wet you are—”

“Shh!” You cover his mouth with your palm. “Stop… talking about how wet I am.”

He pulls your hand away. “You know, I’m not surprised you’ve never—”

“—You don’t have to say it again,” you cut him off.

He rolls his eyes. “You hadn’t even made out with someone; I’m just saying that I didn’t ask you to use me without knowing.” He holds the side of your face gently, “Stop worrying about it so much, I know already… that you’re a huge virgin.”

His gentle touch greatly contrasts his teasing words. He’s so evil to you. “This is why I say you’re not nice.”

“Do you want me to be nice? To tell you how pretty you are and how good of a job you’re doing?” The reaction you have is almost visceral, skin heating and looking away from him. Even more embarrassed when he chuckles at you. “Got a bit of a praise kink, hmm?”

“You’re making this difficult for me.”

“You should’ve just done what I asked then.” He shrugs easily.

If you thought holding out would punish him more than you, then maybe you’d just get off him and go home to get yourself off, but you want him to make you feel good. So instead, you’ll just give in and hope he shows you mercy. Though, by how this is going, he doesn’t seem to be the type.

Experimentally, you roll your hips down into Geto and he huffs out a breath like he wasn’t expecting it. Your hands move to his shoulders for purchase, using the leverage you have there to grind down into him harder.

He holds onto your waist. Not moving you, just resting his hands there. “Oh fuck– no– hah– no warning?”

You shake your head at him, brows pinched as you focus on seeking your own pleasure. “You– hnn– wanted me to– hah– to do as you asked.”

His head falls back slightly at the pleasure, a lazy smile on his face. “That’s true.”

The longer you do this, the slicker his pants get, you’re so unbelievably wet that it’s coating the material obscenely. Geto is in awe of it, eyes fixed on where you’re rutting down into him. Busy marvelling at the damp spot on his pants, at how drenched your panties are. So soaked that they’re practically a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination with how it’s sticking to you.

He holds you still suddenly and the whine you let out is endearing. “Wait for a second,” he huffs.

Moving his hands to his belt to undo it, shuffling his pants down his legs. You lean up on your knees for a moment for him to drop them to his feet but before you can sit back down, his hand is holding you there. He runs the fingers of his other hand through your covered folds, a groan coming from the back of Geto’s throat.

“Seriously, you’re so fucking wet,” he reminds you.

“Sorry…”

He almost chokes, “‘Sorry?’” His fingers draw up to your clit, pressing into it. “Don’t be fucking sorry… I’m nearly salivating because of how drenched you are.”

That catches you off guard. “Sugu—”

He doesn’t let you speak. “—This wet because of me? It’s my fault you said?”

You bite your lip, his fingers circling your clit deliciously. “Mhm.”

His eyes brighten. “Perfect. Aren’t you just perfect for me?”

Your legs start shaking and he lets you drop back to his lap, one less layer between the two of you now. He’s so warm and hard and if you weren’t straddling him, you’d be clenching your thighs together for relief.  

“You are doing such a good job for me,” he whispers low against your ear, “Having the most perfect reactions.”

You whine at his praise. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Yeah.” He licks against your ear. “But that doesn’t make it any less true.”

His size is honestly daunting, large and thick as you sit on it, throbbing underneath you. “Suguru?”

He noses at your cheekbone. “Mmm?”

“I’m worried…”

“About?”

“What if you don’t fit…” you look down to his lap, “I just mean, you feel…big.”

“I don’t have to put it in you,” he comforts but he can’t help the way he twitches at your genuine concern over taking him.

“But you want to?”

“What sort of a question is that?” He holds you down while he grinds up into you. “Does it feel like I want to?”

“I was jus– ah!– I was just checking,” you sulk back.

Your mind melts, getting away from you. He’s rutting up into you in a way that has you shaking and your breaths stuttering. On edge for so long while sat in his lap, you want to meet his grind. You want to move your hips into him, but his grip is firm and steady.

It’s honestly a little pitiful how quickly he’s building you up, your insides clenching with the pleasure. The drag back and forth on his clothed cock driving you slowly to insanity. His boxers almost as ruined as your panties, your slick coating his covered dick. The glide much smoother than what you’d expect. It’s like you can feel him throbbing for you and it makes you want to fully take him even more.

Your own thoughts riling you up, the idea of him sitting so heavily inside you makes you huff out a whine. A sound that Geto relishes in, in fact, he’s relishing in all of this. You’re so malleable to his will, he thinks in this state, you’d let him do whatever he pleases. The thought alone nearly has his eyes rolling.

He needs you to cum like this, he needs to see it. How you shake and writhe on top of him, the expression you make. He wants to make you cum in so many different ways, just to see how your expressions might differ each time.

It’s relentless, how he humps up into you, how he pulls you down into him. Your clit catching on the tip of his dick making you jump each time, shocks of pleasure running through you. You never thought something like this would feel so damn good.

Fingers grappling at the material of his shirt, pleasure wracking your body as he draws you closer and closer. “Stop– ah!– if you keep going I’ll– hnn—”

“—So soon?” he hums, “I don’t know if– hah– I believe you… you’re gonna have to prove it,” leering back at you.

His eyes on you feel so consuming, calm and watching but so hungry that it’s driving you to the edge. It feels like you’re melting, so warm and unbelievably close. Body twitching on top of him with your impending orgasm. You don’t even get to try and warn him again, sounds you’ve never heard yourself make falling from your mouth before you can think to stop them. Trembling with the force of your orgasm, feeling completely weak as you slump into him, eyes wet and bleary.

Geto feels like he’s vibrating, watching you come undone on top of him making him feel too much all at once. His arms wrap around you and hold you close, hands smoothing up and down your back. Lips close to your ear when he speaks, “You know… you make some really cute noises when you cum.”

Lazily, you look up at him through your lashes. Feeling a stupid kind of pleasure running through your body, still jolting slightly with the come down. “Stop trying to embarrass me.”

“I’m only being honest,” his hands slip under your shirt, groping your waist. “You getting embarrassed is just a bonus.”

“Have you always been this sadistic?”

He leans in and presses a kiss to the side of your mouth. “Who knows?” He smiles.

Turning, you catch his mouth with yours. Kissing him properly, hands tickling the back of his neck as you try to kiss him like he did you earlier. His hands on your waist grip you, lips imploring. So needy in how he returns your kiss, all but whining when you part. A string of saliva connects your mouths, and he wipes your lower lip with his thumb, pressing it to your lips like he might push it inside.

Eyes lost as he dances his digit over your plush lips. “You’re beautiful,” is all he says, gazing at you with so much affection.

Opening your mouth, you gently take his thumb between your teeth. Biting so very lightly before flicking your tongue over the tip of it. Geto looks like he blushes at the action, pulling his hand back.

“Seems as though I’m not the only tease,” he accuses.

You mutter at him, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His compliment had made you feel so soft and tingly that you didn’t know what to say or how to react. It’s not like he’s never complimented you before, you just weren’t expecting him to call you beautiful so earnestly. Being given compliments by someone has never made your insides flutter as much as they did just now.

He hums at you, redirecting his attention. Pulling at the hem of your shirt to show what he wants; you lift your arms up so he can remove it from you properly. Feeling so bare on top of him but not really minding, still too blissed out on your orgasm to care.

Geto doesn’t waste any time, groping your tits in his large hands. Rolling your nipples experimentally and grinning wide at how you twitch and bite back moans at it. “My, you’re sensitive.”

Teeth digging into your lower lip to stop the pitiful noises he’s threatening to pull from you. “Try not to sound so pleased about that.” Your blood is still thumping through your ears, pleasure fresh in your bones.

“Would you rather I be upset?”

“I’d rather you not make– ah!—”

His wet mouth wrapping around your nipple has your words cutting off suddenly, back arching into him. Huffing out needy little breaths at how he flicks his tongue over your sensitive skin, dizzy from the heat he’s making you feel. Pulling back with an obscene pop, licking at you a final time while keeping eye contact before swapping to your neglected tit.

He’s playing with you, or he’s waiting for you to say you’re ready for more… no he’s definitely just playing with you. Taking his time leaving marks all over your tits, even biting some places. Neglecting himself in favour of teasing you to insanity, though it can’t be that painful for him considering how he’s enjoying this immensely.

Whining at him, “You– hah!– You’re gonna leave too many marks.” He ignores you in favour of making a new mark to the top of your breast. “Suguru!”

Threading your fingers through his hair, you pull him back with a tug. You’re frowning at him, but your eyes are so wet and dazed and you’re nearly completely naked on top of him. Covered in hickeys and his saliva, despite your pulled brows you look so euphoric.

Feigning ignorance, he simpers, “What’s wrong with that?” A finger trails over the marks he’s left, grazing a sensitive nipple in his journey. “You seemed to like it.”

Swallowing your pride, you tell him directly, “I want more.”

“You want to cum again?” He muses, “Greedy.”

Taking offence at his accurate guess, you add, “I want… you to as well.”

Geto ignores the thumping of his heart. “Take off your panties then.”

“But…”

A brow raises at you, “‘But’ what?”

You don’t really want to tell him about how shaky your legs are, somewhat concerned they’ll give out as soon as you try to stand. He really doesn’t need the ego boost right now. “Nothing.”

Moving off him so so carefully, you keep your hands on his shoulders as you stand between his spread legs. With the way your knees are wobbling and fingers gripping to him so harshly, it doesn’t take him long to figure out that you’ve not really got a great sense of balance right now. A smug smile gracing his lips when he sees you fight to figure out how you’re going to take off your panties with your hands on him.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” You quickly answer.

“Then take them off.” Using a finger to pull at the waistline of your underwear, only to let it snap back to you. At your continued struggle he adds, “Or do you want me to take them off for you?”

You look to him, eyes hopeful for mercy. “Please?”

“Sure,” his tone is polite but you’re not sure you’re that trusting of him.

Thankfully, his hands slide your panties delicately down your legs, brushing against your thighs. Though, he’s an opportunist and he uses this chance to grope lewdly at your thighs, pulling at your skin further and further up your legs. Humming low to himself at the slick coating your inner thighs, unable to help himself when he drags his fingers through your folds, touching your pussy directly.

“Fuck, alright—” He bites out, pulling you to his lap suddenly, “I’ve reached my limit.”

“Wait.” He stops his frantic movements and you pull at his shirt. “Take it off.”

He doesn’t even tease, just immediately does as you asked. Hastily tugging his shirt off, it’s dropped less than gracefully onto the floor. Your fingers dance along his shoulders, down his chest. You want to take it all in a bit more but he’s flopping onto his back and shucking his boxers down enough to pull his cock free.

The size of him almost has your eyes bulging, you wonder how he’s been so patient when he’s this hard and achy looking. Tip flushed deep pink and already smothered in his own leaky precum, your cunt throbs while looking at him. Caught between concern over his size and a desperate need to be full of him.

“You don’t have to take it but please just—” He grabs and moves you until you’re hovering over it, “Sit on it at least.”

Lowering yourself cautiously, you sit on him lightly. He can feel your heat so vividly now, and it makes him shiver, “I don’t need you to be gentle with me,” he snickers, “Split your pussy open on my dick.”

Geto doesn’t even give you the chance to do it yourself, hands tugging you down onto him with more force. A gasp ripping from you when he immediately starts dragging you back and forth on his whole length. Stifled groans leave him from under you, his chest vibrating under your palm.

“Sugu—”

“—Sorry.” His brows are knitted together. “I got– nnh– impatient.”

It’s so wet, slipping over him repeatedly, the head of his cock nudging your clit over every pass. Your teeth dig into your lower lip to fight the whines bubbling inside you but eventually you give up and just let yourself moan. He seems to like it anyways, cock jerking at the soft breaths and whimpers leaving you.

He’s on the brink of stupidity, you’re so soft and unbelievably warm and his tip keeps catching on your hole and it makes him shudder each time. Looking down, he watches the way you’re coating his cock in more of your slick, cock shiny with how wet you are. Lewd sounds of your pussy grinding over him fill the room and now he’s thinking about you creaming around him. He’s never wanted something so bad in his life.

“Sugu,” you call out to him, and he dopily pulls his eyes to yours, “Do you think I could just…” when his cockhead catches on your hole again, you press down. Not even taking him in any real way and yet still stretching slightly for it.

His grip hardens on you, holding you completely still. “There’s no ‘just’ anything.” He struggles to breathe out evenly. “Not with how tight you are.”

“I wanna feel full though.” You try wiggling down into him but he’s truly got you in a vice like hold.

His cock twitches as excitement rushes through him, “You asking me to take your virginity, pretty?”

Shy when you ask, “Would you?”

He’s not passing on the chance to pick on you a little bit. “How bad do you want it?”

He can feel the way your hole flutters when you think about his question, your answer seemingly downplaying how you feel, “Pretty bad.”

“Hmm…” He pretends to think about his answer.

You’re taking issue with his faux deep thought. “Sugu, stop acting like you’re not…”

“Go on,” he encourages, “‘Like I’m not’ what?”

“Like you’re not…” you look away from him, mumbling out, “Aching for it…”

“Oh? You aching for it?” The smile he’s wearing can be heard in his words.

He sounds way too gleeful over this and it’s ticking you off. “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’ as you lift yourself off him.

“Don’t be like that.” He sits up. “I’m not letting you go anywhere… not when I know you’re aching for my cock.”

“I did not say that.”

“That’s what I heard you say.” He shrugs.

Geto’s arms wrap around you only to throw you down onto the bed, gone from you for a second while he shoves his boxers off quickly. And then he’s crawling over you, hands tracing up your body, relishing in your reactions to him.

“You really are so sensitive,” he mutters, trailing a finger up your thigh and watching your skin break out in goosebumps.

He’s being so unbearable, the need you feel is so loud and he’s here taunting you. “You’re so frustrating.”

“You’re just a needy little thing,” he returns. “So desperate to be filled even though you’re not prepared in the slightest.”

“Then prepare me,” you whine back.

He finds this about you cute, your insatiable greed, your back and forth between shy and so horny that you’re getting pissy at him. “I should teach you some manners,” he grumbles.

You spread your legs for him obscenely, growing even more impatient. “Please, touch me,” you pull his hand towards your pussy, “please.”

If he ever gets the chance to touch you like this again, he’s going to torture you, because right now you’re playing so completely unfairly that he can’t even think to deny you. His brows pull up as he flushes, finding himself doing exactly what you wanted, fingers gliding through your folds.

The way you keen at his touch almost makes it worth it. “You don’t play fair,” he complains.

“Someone lead by– hah!– po– poor example, I guess,” you shudder when he slips a single finger inside you.

Geto groans at the snug heat of your cunt, closing his eyes to take a quick breath at just how you feel wrapped around his digit. The fear or cumming the minute he gets inside you is real; he’s going to have to develop an insane amount of self-restraint between then and now.

“You’re hilarious,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Now shhh…” He draws his finger back before fucking it back in, lewd wet sounds of your pussy filling the silence. “Hear that?” He keeps repeating his movements, taking immense joy in how you writhe under him. “I think… pretty things that are this wet and begging to get fucked… don’t get to mock me.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, eyes glassy when you look up at him. “Don’t– nnh– be sooo mean.”

“You haven’t seen me be mean.” He pulls his finger back just to stuff another inside you, grinning when you arch your back at it. “I’ve only been nice to you today.”

“Be nicer,” you sulk.

“Don’t wanna be,” he smiles graciously back at you.

The fingers he has in you scissor to spread you open, pleased hums leaving him at your responses. Your mouth drops open and legs shake, fighting to close but unable to with how he’s in-between them. He’s hitting all the perfect spots inside you, crooking his digits to rub against your inner walls in a way you’re never able to reach.

He’s getting you so close to cumming that you want to hide from him, somehow feeling so much more vulnerable like this than when you were sitting in his lap earlier. Slowly, he works you to the point of taking another of his fingers, fucked open on three of them now. Your toes curl and your thighs hoist themselves on either side of his waist. Hips grinding into his hand, meeting his movements.

Geto finds the frenzied and desperate grinds into his hand adorable, satisfied with just how much more greedy you get when you’re this turned on. He already knows you must be close, your sudden drive to fuck down onto his fingers a dead giveaway to him.

He adds his thumb, rubbing circles into your clit. You jerk at it, tits bouncing in a way that has him drooling. To be honest, if you weren’t practically begging to get dicked down earlier, he would’ve put his mouth on you. Maybe if he weren’t also desperate to put his cock in you, he’d do it anyways but for now, he’ll settle for fingerfucking you to insanity and then shoving you full of his dick.

Your voice comes out smaller than you want, “Sugu, I think—”

“—I know.” His eyes are excited, fully aware of how close you are.

He can feel the way you twitch and clench down on him, back arching off the bed. Speeding up his movements just to get you there that much quicker and when you’re about to cum all over his fingers… he pulls them from you. Leaving you without your orgasm but so high that he could blow on your clit and you might cum.

You whine at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Expression dopey and angry, sexually frustrated from the cruel and unexpected edging he just put you through. “What the hell, Suguru?!”

His grin is wolfish, merciless expression painted over with faux pity. “I’m so sorry, pretty. Were you close?” A hand cradles your face, soothing you for something that is completely his fault.

“Why would you do that?” All he’s succeeded in is making you needier than before, squirming under him with no way to find relief.

His answer is simple, “Just to see how you’d react.”

“I shouldn’t have hung out with you today.”

“Don’t be like that.” He guides his dick to your cunt. “I’m ‘bout to treat you so good.”

“If you don’t let me cum, we’re not friends anymore,” you warn.

He snickers at how genuine you’re being. “Alright.”

“I mean it, Suguru.”

“I know you do.” He presses a kiss to your temple. “That’s why it’s a little tempting.”

You whine at him, “Can you stop being so cruel for a moment?”

He blinks at you, “What do I get if I do?”

“What do you want?”

“I want to be the first person you go on a date with.”

His request stumps you. “What? Why?”

He doesn’t answer you. “Those are my terms,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Okay! Fine, yes, whatever you want,” you nod at him.

He smiles and starts pushing into you, the stretch is a lot, and it aches more than his fingers. You’re trying to breathe through it, but it seems like he is too. His thumb is on your clit, trying to get you to relax for him. “St– stop– hah– fuck!– stop clenching so tight,” he hisses through his teeth.

“I can’t– nnh– help it.” Your nails dig into his skin.

His lashes flutter when he gets his tip inside you, groan leaving him. “Wh– when I s–say date I mean– hnnn– a real date. A ‘I take you out and then try kissing you at the end of it’ date.”

For some reason, that makes your insides twist and you squirm. “Wh– whatever you– nnh– want, Sugu.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna– hah– dress up and let me take you out for your first ever date?” His fingers grip at his blanket below.

Your eyes roll as he slips further inside you, babbling out, “If you– hnn– let me cum? I’ll date only you.”

Geto sputters at that, hips driving forwards on their own making you both moan. His upper body drops down to you, lips ghosting over your neck and cheek before taking yours in a sweet kiss. He knows you’re out of your mind horny and probably not even sure of what you just said but he’s going to live in this moment while he fucks you.

He’s kissing your breath away while he slowly fills you to the hilt, trying so hard to be careful with you. His lips successfully distract you from the ache you were feeling, melting into him as he licks at your tongue.

Parting from you only when he’s balls deep inside, head flopping to your shoulder as he moans. Struggling to keep it together, you’re wrapped so snug and hot around him, pulsing so tightly around his aching cock that he feels like he might cum at any second.

“Sugu?” When he hums, you continue, “Move please?”

You wiggle your hips into him but he’s quick to stop you with a firm hand. “If you don’t want this ending right now then you need to give me a moment.”

“Hmm, that’s awfully cute of you, Suguru,” you tease him.

“That’s bold.” He licks at the shell of your ear. “I’m going to ruin you.”

“More than you already have?”

He agrees, “So much more.”

It feels like an eternity before he’s finally dragging his hips back, that alone has your breath stuttering. He wants to set a punishing pace so bad; he wants to fuck you until you’re mad, but he starts slow. Thrusting back into you at a languid pace, still carefully opening you up on his fat dick. It’s your first time and as much as he loves torturing you, he also loves pleasing you.

You’re scrabbling for purchase at his leisurely pace anyways, not expecting the heavy drag of his cock to feel this mind numbing. He chuckles lowly at the way you’re already weak for him, though it’s completely his fault considering all he’s put you through up until now.

“I think you may be the awfully cute one,” he smirks at you.

Your insides tug at his tone, “You can– hnn– be quiet.”

Leaning up, he rests on his knees, pushing your leg back and up. He has a great view of you taking him like this, able to see all your reactions. “I can but your pussy really likes when I talk.”

He’s so smug and he gets to be too because he’s right, his lightly mocking tone and that polite smile he wears is a deadly combo that has your cunt seizing around him. “I like it– hah– better when you’re nice to me.”

“You’re taking me all so well, pretty,” he praises, “Pussy sucking me right back in, so greedily.”

Your eyes roll back at how he thrusts into you, new angle hitting deeper than before. “That’s not– hnn– being nice!”

“Really?” He watches the way your hole clenches and feels how much wetter you get around him. “‘Cause you seemed to like it a lot.”

You bite your lip as you look up at him, silently asking for him to fuck you.

He looks down his nose at you, “What are you asking for?”

Sulking, “I want you to– hah– move more.”

“You should’ve just said that then.” He crooks his head to the side at you.

The slow drag out is the same as always until he’s fucking himself back into you sharply, a gasped moan stumbling from you as your hands seek stability in the mattress below. Your whine is dragged out when he repeats it over and over, brows knitted together in your pleasure.

“That’s a nice reaction,” he comments smugly.

You only hum at him, too consumed by the feeling of him shoving his dick in and out over and over in such a relentless pace that you’re seeing stars. Either you’ve closed your eyes or they’ve rolled to the back of your head because you’re not seeing much of anything right now.

Your eyes are welling with tears, chest heaving with your breaths. The stretch in your leg increasing when Geto pushes down into you further, pushing back on your leg with it. He’s basically folded it over his shoulder; you had no idea you were capable of bending this much. You’re so dazed and fucked stupid when you look to him lazily, he looks so pretty like this. Hunched over you and driving his cock in and out of your tight heat, his hair hanging messily over his shoulders and face as his expression twists in bliss.

Reaching a hand up, you tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “You’re pretty.”

You say it so dopily that he wonders if you know what you’ve just said. “I’m fucking you to the point you’re cock drunk and you think I’m pretty?”

A shudder runs through you at his voice. “Mhm, and– ah!– you have– hnn– have a pretty voice.”

God help him, he’s about to cum from you calling him pretty. “St– hnn– stop talking.”

“Sugu, you feel so—”

He cuts you off with a hand over your mouth, he has a feeling that whatever you were about to say would have him cumming inside you. “You’re so cute but I need you to shut up before I cum.”

From behind his hand, you look ruined. Tears slipping from your eyes, he can feel the way you’re drooling against his skin. The only sounds in the room his grunts, your muffled moans and the slick squelching of you swallowing his cock.

You want to keep telling him how pretty he is and how good he’s making you feel but even without him hindering you, you feel as though you may be beyond words now. Brain not able to form very cohesive thoughts as of this moment let alone speak them. He has you feeling so full, his cock throbbing against your walls in a way that has your skin thrumming.

Geto’s eyes lock down on where he’s stuffing himself into your little cunt, he feels himself short circuiting at the sight. Pussy bulging around him, struggling to take him all, dick so shiny with your slick. White creamy ring at the base of himself, it’s messy and lewd and it has him feeling so unbelievably obsessed with your cunt.

Thinking distantly that he’s going to do his best to impress you on your date so he can have you again, next time he’s definitely licking your pussy. Debauched groans vibrate in his chest at the thought, he’s going to make this so unforgettable for you, he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is you. He’s going to be so much worse after this, and he was already down pretty bad.

Your hand grabs at his wrist, trying to tug it away so you can speak. He pulls back out of curiosity. “I– hnn– I’m– ah!—” Giving up trying to warn him after a particular thrust has you crying out, there’s no real point in warning him anyways.

He grins at your inability to say anything meaningful. “I’ve gotcha, go ahead and cum for me.”

Of course he knew exactly what you were trying to say, how does he already know your body so perfectly. He leans down to you, impossibly close, just to kiss your cheek and say, “Come on, pretty, I wanna feel you squeeze me tight before I cum in you.”

Crude and obscene and effective because his words make you shudder as you suddenly cum around him. A little frantic in how you squirm under him, eyes rolling as your hips fight to fuck yourself onto his thrusts. Pitiful whimpers of his name leaving you repeatedly, the only really comprehensive thing you’re able to utter out.

Geto’s orgasm is immediately triggered by yours; he was hoping he’d get to play with you a little more but as soon as he felt the sinful way you gripped him while you came, he was done for. Your cunt pulsating around him milking him for all he’s worth, he’s cumming so much so deeply. His hips flush to yours as he only grinds into you to ride out both your highs.

He doesn’t think he’s ever cum that much in his life and he’s unsure if it’s because it’s you or because he held back for so long. His weight drops to you as he catches his breath, feeling spent and so drunk on your pussy that if he thought too hard about you, he’d get hard again.

Your hand taps lightly at his shoulder, words all garbled when you speak, “Sugu, too heavy.”

Shoving his arms under you, he rolls until you’re on top of him. Cock slipping from you in the process and it has you letting out a cute whine.

“It’s leaking out of me,” you warn him.

He groans, “Don’t say that.”

You rest your check to his collarbone. “Why not?”

“I’ll get turned on again.”

Rolling your eyes at him. “You’re an insatiable pervert.”

“You’re not much better.”

His hands tickle up your sides, repeating the motion over, it’s making you feel sleepy. “You’re still worse.”

He just hums at you, apparently not caring to argue back. “You gonna be okay to shower?”

“In a bit… and only if you carry me the whole time.”

He laughs at that, “Sure.”

You draw mindless patterns on his chest with your finger, “So… where are you taking me on my first date?”

α.⁠η. THIS IS A REPOST .. a repost from my old account @/lovelivision, if you feel like you've read it before, maybe you have !

thank you for reading !! fun fact : this was originally someone's drabble request on my old blog and i got carried away and it turned into this. if that anon see this.. i still think about you <3

he favors it the most when you're completely lifted up by the ass, cradling your weight as if you weigh nothing at all. with this position, he has complete leeway and leniency to unleash every ounce of his raw speed and unrelenting roughness. not to mention, he has terrifying and inhuman core strength and stamina, he can fuck you for hours on end without a single sign of fatigue. his arms and legs never tremble, pounding away until you are thoroughly breathless and aching.

he loves it when you're held in his arms, he feels that it strips away all your defenses. loving the sheer helplessness of your face, watching you turn into a drooling mess, clinging desperately to his neck. with a bruising, vice-like grip, he'd hold onto your bare ass cheeks, dictating every single rhythm, bucking his hips upward to meet you, aggressively guiding your body down onto his length, leaving you entirely at the mercy of his relentless pace and control.

where would he cum? inside you.

sukuna is really aggressive, the type to push your head down on the mattress until you're fucked dumb

sukuna has a fixation on pounding you from behind, revealing an unapologetic obsession with your body from that angle. seeing your bare back, your ass dribbling below his own bare skin, your pathetic side profile coming to glance at him from down below as he keeps up with the constant pace. to him, your bare back is nothing less than an untouched canvas waiting to be aggressively claimed and slowly ruined with evidence of his dominance. the moment his eyes traces the protruding line of your shoulder blades and the vulnerable expanse of skin beneath them unmarked and blank, it acts as an immediate trigger. you'll instantly feel his sharp teeth sinking deep into your flesh, biting and sucking harshly while his hips hammer into you.

and of course, his backshots aren't complete without ensuring either your face is roughly shoved down into the mattress or a handful of your hair is clenched in his fist, yanking your head back until you are forced to meet his predatory eyes. looking down into your glossy gaze while he buries himself deep inside you pushes him straight to the edge of berserk, completely intoxicated by the sight of your total submission and your silent willingness to let him tear your hole apart.

where would he cum? on your lower back or across your spine.

naoya makes you ride him first like the petty piece of shit he is, but when it's his turn to move– expect that you won't be able to get the slightest inaudible sound from your mouth

he absolutely relishes at the sight of you riding him, wearing that infuriating, dumb smirk as your movements grow increasingly shaky and unstable from pumping yourself up and down on his length. he waits, a calculated precinct where you finally settle above him, utterly exhausted and panting, lured into a false sense of security where you expect no sudden movements. he waits and waits until he sees you won't even have any leverage or strength left to stop him. that precise moment of vulnerability is when he strikes, violently driving his knees up and thrusting heavily from underneath to catch you entirely off guard.

it extends more into humiliation, spreading your bare ass cheeks apart as he plows into you from below. every soft, broken cry you whimper directly into his ear is what conducts his persistent pace, driving him completely feral as he slams upward against you with intense and unrefined force.

where would he cum? inside you.

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slow to fast: gojo, higuruma

these two love building up the pace, starting up slow before going full on speed and fucking you rough almost at the same pace as the guys above. though they go on a much average speed, the mixed pace is what keeps you wanting for more.

gojo is another piece of shit that loves one-upping you in the most unexpected times. going from slow to fast just to see the change of cadence on your moans.

he easily unravels the moment you make a sound, completely losing his composure to the sweet sound of your voice as you tighten around him. you could feel him growing noticeably fuller inside you against the dullness and laziness of his initial pace. over time, whatever conscious restraint or fragile promise he made to be gentle shatters entirely. one single glimpse on your flushed and fucked out face is all it takes for him to completely abandon the torturing and agonizing pace all at once.

he's convinced that he's the one in control, playing a cruel game of sweet torture by keeping his movements deliberately slow. but in reality, he's the one being sent over the edge, the quiet and steady momentum eventually makes him lose his patience, turning him demanding and desperate for faster and hard pounding.

where would he cum? on your face.

higuruma basically just loves to play with the pace, building up the tension, allowing your juices to spread more across his length before making the sloshy sounds of your wetness a part of his increasing speed's harmony.

what always starts as a lazy, rolling rhythm later becomes an unforgiving speed. his grip on your waist tightens and his hips plunge forward harsher. the gentle, slipping friction sharpens into a hard, bashing force, burying the sound of his ragged breaths against your neck with loud and sharp smacks of his skin onto yours.

he starts slow, tall with his back rigidly straight, but the moment he leans his weight forward, pressing his chest against yours– everything changes. his hand tangles in your hair to force your head lower, using total leverage to drive you down and swallow every inch of his length as he hammers relentlessly from above.

where would he cum? on your stomach.

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slow and steady: nanami, choso

what else do i have to say other than they know a woman's body and could actually make you orgasm through penetration? though it happens rarely without clitoral stimulation, they both know how to keep the pace constant until your creaming around them.

nanami loves to fuck you slow in missionary, allowing you to bask in his slow movements and melt into his affectionate and heated touch.

he's a romantic. approaching intimacy with a quiet reverence, preferring a slow, measured pace that allows you to be intimately aware of every single inch of his cock gliding along the crevices of your walls. he believes that keeping his thrusts slow allows you to feel the totality of his touch, the way his lips gently press against yours, the tender way his hands caress and shape your waist, and the steady roll of his hips moving above you.

he's deeply vocal, entirely captivated by how you look beneath him. he will pause to brush the stray, sweat-dampened hairs clinging onto your flushed face, carefully tucking them behind your ear before pressing a tender kiss on your forehead. he is the kind of man to murmur quiet, grounding professions of love directly against your skin, whispering those three words in the middle of it all as he holds you close.

where would he cum? your choice.

choso loves fucking you slow on the side, spooning you, and wrapping his arms around you while he slowly moves behind you.

he loves the absolute surrender it gives you in this position, your back pressed firmly against his broad chest, your body cradled by his as he glides in and out of you with a steady pace. his arms would wrap entirely around your waist, pulling you as tight and closely possible while his hands roam over your breasts, fondling and teasing your nipples while his lips press hot and wet kisses, nibbling and licking at your earlobe. he thrives on how completely trapped and overwhelmed you are in his embrace, leaving you with nowhere else to put your hands on, except to reach blindly behind you, tangling your fingers in his hair or digging your nails into his forearm as helpless moans spill from your lips.

to break the quiet monotony of his steady pace, he would occasionally slide his hand down between you, licking and spitting over his fingers before pressing them heavily against your clit, working his fingers in slow circles right as his hips push deeper into you, driving you to the edge while keeping you securely locked in his arms.

where would he cum? on your inner thighs.

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full withdrawal thrusting: geto

he loves doing this shit, pulling everything out completely before plunging it inside of you back again. he thrusts in a mixed pace, just as long as he could pause for awhile and let you feel the sudden emptiness.

geto loves watching how his cock completely disappears into your hole, eyes fixated down below as he rests one of your legs on his shoulders.

he loves the absolute exposure of your body sprawled out beneath him, legs thrown wide apart with your cunt glistening slick and wet. he loves seeing you panting and sighing sweetly. the two of you share the obscene view of him sliding in and out of your hole. his mouth parts slightly, hot, heavy breaths washing over your skin as he stares unblinkingly at the way his thick length buries itself deep inside your walls.

every sharp gasp you let out when he bottoms out brings a new kind of cruelty to his expression, especially when your teeth slip away from the bruised, reddened skin of your lower lip where you had been biting down on. seeing your face contort and scrunch into that dizzying look of pure bliss only pushes him to do it over and over again.

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He was way too possessive of you, among other things. It was something you sort of liked at first, made you feel special, wanted. But after the first time you woke up to 103 missed calls after a small girls night the idea that it might not be such an appealing quality started to circle in your head.

Suguru knew how to use his words to his advantage—same goes for his dick. Every argument somehow ended up with you too fucked out to remember what it was about in the first place.

Gradually those carefully thought out words of his started to lose their effect on you and that's it.

It was over.

The breakup was extremely messy, you not only had to get 3 new numbers but a new phone too. Turns out when he said he'd try anything to get you back he meant it.

Surprisingly the sole reason you didn't end up going back to him was your mutual friend, Shoko. She helped him minimise his 'crazy' and you not to answer any of those calls.

She's a great friend to all of you, you cherish her, deeply.

Except for right now, right now you aren't the least bit thankful for her.

"What do you mean he's coming?! COULD'VE TOLD ME THAT BEFORE I SPENT AN ENTIRE PAYCHECK ON THE TICKETS!" You stand in her apartment with your jaw on the floor.

She chuckles, "Cmon, it's not as big of deal as you think, you two should be able to function like normal people—it's been months, I'm sure he's over it."

"Really Shoko? Really? You told me a few weeks ago that you had to stop him from leaving flowers at my door. He seems so over it." You throw your hands up, displeased with her downright shocking attempt to calm your nerves.

While trying to hold back a laugh from how annoyed you are she defends herself, "Hey, I didn't know he was coming until today, and technically I had no part in this—should take it up with Satoru. He's the one that invited him in the first place."

Somehow her argument manages to knock some sense into you.

You realise that you won't get anywhere bickering with her and you most certainly won't get anywhere bickering with Satoru, he'll just make the excuse that he should be able to have his best friend there if Shoko has hers.

Maybe she is making sense.. You two can function properly around eachother, right?

Wrong.

You've had a gruesome morning. Constant anxiety from not just the overall stress of having to navigate your way through the airport, but your 'Unfortunate predicament' on top of that.

That unfortunate predicament of yours is right behind you, queuing to get his passport checked—his big broad body that you'd love to curl up against for some comfort in this moment is mere inches away from yours.

You can be normal about this, you can totally be normal about this. The way you haven't said a single word since him and Satoru met the two of you at the gate is incredibly normal.

Shoko places a hand on your shoulder and whispers, "Should calm down before someone sees you and thinks you're carrying a bomb in that backpack."

"I'm perfectly calm." You respond, your throat feeling like it was made out of glass.

"Sure you are."

And Suguru might be better at appearing composed on the outside, but his head is still full of you, you, and you.

It took everything he had in him to throw away the idea of slinging you over his shoulder and simply taking you home with him.

Even if he was able to put the past aside, the smell of your perfume is a constant reminder of what he once had. That perfume was a gift to you for your birthday, gave it to you not too long before you separated.

A memory of you saying that you would 'save it for special occasions' replays in his head, making him wonder if, A — You consider this a special occasion.

B — You simply don't cherish it as much anymore.

Or C — You wore it to mess with him.

Knowing you, all 3 seem plausible.

All four of you stand in complete silence, your other two friends keeping quiet in fear of making anything more awkward than it already is, while you and Suguru's heads are too occupied with one another to consider speaking.

By some miracle both of you manage to keep yourselves calm and collected enough to make it onto the plane.

Even with your phone and boarding pass in your hand you've been repeating '32A' in your head since you walked out onto the runway—because adding another awkward situation like mixing up your seat to the day might tip you off over the edge.

"32A.. 32A.. 32A" You mutter to yourself as you walk down the aisle, head up and eyes glued to the overhead compartments.

And upon finally reaching it, you find a worse outcome than getting it mixed up waiting for you in the middle seat.

Suguru’s giving you a cheeky smile, "Can lay your legs on me if you're planning on sleeping through the flight." He offers, patting his thighs.

You sigh, "I can't believe this." and put your head in your hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that this truly is your reality.

If it didn't mean anything, you'd accept his proposal in a heartbeat.. But it does, and there's no way you're letting him win whatever game he's playing with you.

You haul your heavy backpack up into the overhead bin and squish yourself into the small gap between his legs and the seat in front of him, all while he stares up at you, wishing he still had the right to place his hands on your hips and guide you.

"Excited?" He asks, using the simple question as an opportunity to get a good look at your face. He wonders if anything is different from how he remembers it.

Have you changed the way you do your makeup? Did you switch the colour of your jewelry? Are there any hickeys on your neck?

"Mm. Would be more excited if plans hadn't changed." You reply, staring off into space not noticing that he's ogling you.

He finds your attitude amusing, "You're not the slightest bit happy to see me?"

Suguru always loved to push your buttons, some things never change.

Thankfully, you're saved by the pilot's voice coming in over the speakers, the usual spiel follows—advertisements for the airline food, safety instructions, what do to in case of emergency, etc.

The weight of the day starts catching up to you after takeoff. Without even realising it your eyes shut, neck relaxes, and you drift off to sleep.

You wake up to warmth and an unusual amount of comfort for someone sitting in economy.. No memory of brining any kind of pillow with you.

Still half awake and dazed, you stretch your back—your face nuzzling further into the soft cotton you were sleeping on top of.

"E-hm." Suguru clears his throat.

The scream that you barely manged to hold in would have been loud enough to alert the whole plane if you hadn't of slapped your hands over your gaping mouth.

You immediately lift yourself off of him—in fact you push yourself as far away from him as you possibly can, still gawking at him with the most horrified expression on your face.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the one who fell asleep on me." He remarks, "My shoulder's numb because of you."

"What, you want me to kiss it better?" You retort, annoyed with yourself and of course, taking it out on him.

"Wouldn't hurt."

From the corner of your eye you spot the elderly woman in the aisle seat leaning over, looking like she's about to tell you off.

"Y'know, you two are such a beautiful couple. You should really enjoy your youth together instead of bickering with eachother." She laughs.

You begin to correct her, "Oh, we're not—"

Suguru cuts you off—he loves to do that. "Thank you." he tells her, and then turns to you, "Keep this nice woman's words in mind, she knows what she's talking about."

This is going to be a long, long 7 days.

"WOOOOOHOOOO!" Satoru's the first to get into the villa you rented for the trip, he dropped his suitcase at the door and is now running around the entire thing getting first dibs on a bedroom.

And he's right to admire it.. In his own way.

It is beautiful, breathtakingly so. The gates are carved entirely out of wood, the walkway into it has so much greenery and so many flowers that it looks like something out of a movie, and the large window inside of it has a beach view.

Maybe it was worth the treacherous uphill walk to it.

A real shame you don't get to look at it for long, thanks to no other than a certain someone who's already inspected every square inch of the place and is also somehow already in swim shorts and a hawaiian shirt.

Satoru points one finger at you and one finger at shoko, "Please please don't take forever getting ready, I'll leave without you guys, y'know?"

"We aren't stopping you." You remind him while digging through your suitcase, looking for some flip flops to change into.

Shoko nods in agreement, "Plus, I want to head down to one of those tiny shops we saw on the way—cigarette's are supposed to be super cheap over here."

He rolls his eyes and focuses all of his attention on you, "I don't feel bad for inviting suguru now."

The most childish comment in the most childish tone comes from the most childish man you've ever met.

Followed by what looks like a grown man storming off like a child. "SUGURUu! Are you ready yet?!" You hear his voice grow more distant as he runs up the stairs.

You and shoko shake your heads in tandem, a few seconds of silence pass before she raises a question.

"How're you feeling about him being here anyway?" She asks, an entirely new look on her face this time.

"I don't know, it's awkward—obviously.. I do kind of miss—"

"Knew it." She playfully slaps your arm, clearly proud of herself for simply recognising the obvious.

"Huh?" You blurt out.

"Sit on the thought for a few days longer, see if you're just deluded by the hot sun and perfectly blue water."

Shoko has given you good advice time and time again, so of course you'll take it—doesn't mean it won't be hard though.

Extremely hard.

That's what you'd be if you had a dick between your legs right now.

Suguru's all sweaty, somehow his perfect hair hasn't suffered any consequences from the humidity—you don't know why you find that hot, but you do.

And the way his arms look when he's.. Well, doing anything with the volleyball currently in his hands, it makes you melt.

He can feel you staring. He's terribly losing because of the fact, groaning and grunting every time the ball slips just out of reach of his hands which isn't making it any easier for you to remember Shoko’s words.

Satoru pulls you away from your thoughts by calling out your name and beginning to shame Suguru for his horrifying volleyball skills,

"Suguru sucks! It's impossible to play with him when you're as good as me. Do us both a favour and help him out, will you?"

"I'm busy." You whine.

"Busy relaxing?" He stares at you, blank faced.

"Yeah? Oo—reminds me I need to put sunscreen on." You say, more so to yourself than to him.

Suguru's head darts to you. Then to Satoru.

Satoru moves his eyebrows up and down, giving suguru a knowing look. "SUGURU CAN DO IT FOR YOU!" He shouts teasingly.

Shoko sighs, "Grow up."

You mull it over in your head for a few seconds, surprisingly settling on agreeing to the nonsense satoru suggested. "Go on." You say, a hint of reluctance in your voice.

Suguru immediately drops the ball in his hands, it falling onto the sand and starting to roll away in the direction of the wind.

The two of them knew exactly what they were doing, yet they're still equally shocked with your decision.

"Only because you give good massages." You preface, pointing a finger at Suguru, who's now walking over to you with a huge smile on his face.

"Only because I give good massages." He reiterates, pulling the sunscreen out of your beach bag.

Shoko's head falls between her legs at the sight of the two of you, "I can't watch this." She mutters to herself.

You flip over onto your back while Suguru squirts some sunscreen onto his hands, rubbing them to warm it up.

His eyes travel down your body as he does so, eyes glued to the thin string on your bikini bottoms—thoughts cross his mind about how easy it'd be to simply yank it.

Unfortunately for him that isn't on the table.

Cold palms hit your back, goosebumps forming on your arms at the sudden contrast in temperature—yet you quickly begin to relax as he starts working it into your skin.

His thumbs move in circular motions, hitting all the right spots.

Suguru's taking his sweet time with you, taking in the feeling of your warm skin meeting his again for the first time in months.

Running his hands slowly up and down your back, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches how the skin moves beneath his finger tips.

Those large hands of his reach your shoulders—you've clearly been holding tension in them, because the second he begins to knead them a mewl-like noise escapes you.

"Yeah.. right there.. few seconds longer.." You plead, your voice breathy—oblivious to how seductive you sound to him.

"Yeah? You like that?" He asks, his tone the same one he had used countless times when making you feel good in a.. different way.

"Mhmm.."

It's silent except for the hum of the sea in the distance, raising Suguru’s suspicions and causing him to look up—searching for Satoru and Shoko.

For a split second he thinks they've ran away from the two of you—which they have, but not as far as he originally thought.

He spots them splashing water at eachother in the ocean, Shoko appearing visibly more annoyed than Satoru.

You feel Suguru gliding his hands away from your shoulders down to an inch above your bikini.

“Careful."

In the past, there has been many times in which Suguru has shown you that warnings directed at him mean little to nothing in his eyes.

But he’s on his best behaviour these days, trying to win you back.

The warm sun is acting as a blanket, Suguru’s above you giving you a massage you oh so desperately needed.

You had originally thought this whole thing would’ve been a shitshow.. but you’re at peace.

Until an angry Shoko removes all tranquillity from your current state, the sound of her sharp tongue invading your ears, "One condition. I gave him one condition."

"What, what's wrong?" You ask before opening your eyes, still in the process of lifting yourself up to get a look at what's going on with your best friend.

She clicks her tongue, "What's wrong she says.."

She stands in front of the two of you, completely drenched. Water droplets falling from all over her body, hair fully soaked, and a very, very unamused look on her face.

It makes you and Suguru burst out into laughter.

The uncontrollable kind where you're gasping for air as tears well up in your eyes, the kind that goes on so long that you're wheezing by the end of it.

Shoko remains still and straight faced throughout your fit, her arms crossed as she watches the two of you find enjoyment in making a mockery of her.

"Mm, laugh. Get it all out cause we'll be leaving soon, I have to scrub my hair before we go clubbing. I'm not getting any women looking like this."

Her words only do more damage, your body falls back onto your towel and Suguru’s holding his gut to try and stop cackling at poor Shoko.

Even through blurry vision, Suguru spots Satoru laying starfish-posed in the sea with his eyes closed, letting the current drag him whereever.

He grabs your arm and shakes you, pointing to where Satoru's floating.

You think you're going to die at this rate, it shouldn't be this funny—but to see both of your friends looking like dumbasses gives you a boost of serotonin like nothing else.

Eventually both of you manage to calm down, refusing to make eye contact with Shoko nor dare to look in Satoru's direction until you catch your breath.

All four of you slowly begin to make your way back from the beach, it doesn't take long for Shoko to forgive Satoru once he offers to piggyback her up the hill leading to the villa.

Lightbulbs go off in Suguru’s head upon seeing Shoko so peaceful wrapped around Satoru's back.

He comes to an abrupt stop right before you all reach the hill, kneeling down and looking at you. "Get on my shoulders."

There wasn't any way he'd let you say no and theres no way you were going to in the first place.

You waste no time and quickly place your thighs at each side of his neck, "REMEMBER, HOT SUN AND PERFECTLY BLUE WATER!" Shoko shouts down at you from further uphill.

You wonder how much he benches… Bet he looks even better at the gym.

you've picked out a gorgeous little black dress, very little, it hugs your body in all the right places, so who cares if your asscheeks come out at some point?

not you, but suguru sure does.

he spots you—and the black panties you're wearing underneath it as your heels click down the stairs.

satoru begins to start his usual whining, "finally, the driver's been-"

but is interrupted by suguru speaking over him, "what are you wearing?" there's a disapproving look on his face, he knows you look good. too good.

you can tell he's planning on picking a fight with you by the way the words fall out of his mouth. "a dress?" you scowl at him.

"a dress." he repeats in a condescending tone.

"you think you can go and do whatever you please since we broke up." he sighs, shaking his head. "this is what you did for those months i wasn't here, huh? went around letting men ogle you?"

he keeps blabbing on and on, it's always like this. it never ends with him.

a couple words is all it took to change your mood completely. you were so, so excited to go out in your new dress to an entirely new place—just to end up pissed off, storming out and slamming the taxi door.

you plop yourself in the front seat so there wouldn't be the slightest chance you'll be forced next to him. whether it's petty or not, you don't even want to see his silhouette from the corner of your eye.

on the drive over he's once again all that's on your mind. you don't notice the deafening silence in the car, the beautiful stars in the sky, nor the strong smell of cologne in the air.

you're equally as pissed of at yourself as you are at him.

cursing yourself for being so stupid, for letting yourself have the slightest belief that he could have grown and changed because what, he's been trying to court you the whole day?

shoko was right, shoko's always right.

the second the car stops you swing the door open and practically sprint to the bar, walking ahead of everyone else.

you walk right up to the bartender, order 3 shots and guzzle them down before your friends have found where you've ran off to.

"slow down." satoru says jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.

it doesn't work out in his favour.

you know you're being a buzzkill, but there's not an atom inside of you that wants to laugh nor smile right now. all you're interested in is drowning your sorrows in cheap vodka.

you don't move, don't react, staying as still as you were before he had came up to you—as if he hadn't said anything in the first place.

unbeknownst to you, shoko's looking at suguru like she wants to wring his neck. he's her friend, of course—but that doesn't mean she isn't contemplating throwing a drink in his face for how he's acted.

she signals the bartender for another round, and another. a few more and you stop counting. you drink them all as soon as they hit the table.

it doesn't help, not in the slightest. the music's only grown louder and more annoying, you're suddenly painfully aware of how uncomfortable the bar seats are, and you just feel like shit overall.

throwing your elbow down onto the table, you let your head fall into the palm of your hands.

suguru and satoru are talking a few seats down, while shoko's been whisked away by possibly the hottest woman you've ever seen in your life.

someone's already ruined your night—your whole trip for that matter, so you decide to do the complete opposite of what suguru's done for you.

you get back up on your feet, heading for the bathroom to prevent yourself from burdening anyone else with your sour mood.

you don't know how long you sit there for, long enough for you to overhear 3 separate instances of a woman crying at the sink with nearly the whole bathroom comforting her.

minutes go by where not a single thought appears in your head, and minutes go by where your heads full of them.

the cycle only breaks when you hear what sounds like your name being called. unsure if you're just deluded with the alcohol in your system, you wait to see if it happens again.

BANG BANG BANG!

the stall beside you shakes.

BANG BANG BANG!

now its yours.

you reach over and click the lock open, finding shoko a second away from banging on another girl's stall.

"there you are." she breathes out a sigh of relief, "i called for you."

you hold the door open, "not the quietest place in here if you didn't notice." you say, a small smile appearing on your face.

she skips the whole spiel she'd usually give you in times like these and gets straight to the point. "forget about him, he's a dick. let's go dance."

"its alright, you should go back to that girl i assume is waiting for you at the bar." you tell her, still reluctant to burden anyone else with your problems.

shoko's smile grows wider, "you seen? isn't she the epitome of my type?!"

"oh i seen." you nod at her with a smirk. "can i ask you for one thing though?"

"anything." she replies instantly. "what is it?"

"a cigarette."

after digging around in her bag for a few seconds she pulls out the pack and hands one to you. "gave you my lucky one."

"thanks, i owe you." you say, grabbing a hold of it by the end.

she chuckles, "shut up." you've been friends long enough to have abandoned the concept of being indebted to one another.

heading out of the bathroom the both of you go your separate routes, she heads for the bar and you turn into the smoking area outside.

you find a spot that isn't too crowded and lean against a brick wall, putting the cigarette in your mouth and abruptly come to the realisation that you never asked her for a lighter to go with it.

"fuuuuck me." you groan, scanning the area looking for someone approachable.

doesn't take you long, the section is full of smokers after all. your eyes land on a blonde, lanky man who's standing alone, not too far from you.

"hi, uh—sorry, you got a lighter i can use?"

"i do." he pauses, "in exchange for your name."

while you're telling him your name, laughing, giggling as the fire from the lighter casts an orange glow on your face, suguru's just walked in.

he doesn't notice you at first, just stands and enjoys about a quarter of his cigarette before recognising your laugh.

his head shoots up, looking all over the place until he spots you.

with a mans hand on your hip.

suguru taps out his cigarette— calm as ever, and walks up to you and your newfound friend.

you're making small talk with him when all of a sudden there's a heavy arm on your shoulder, resting against your collarbones.

whipping your head around, you find the one man you didn't want it to be.

"who's this? you replacing me now?" suguru snickers, looking the guy up and down.

the man in front of you is tall, yes—not as tall as suguru though, and definitely not as built as him either.

so, by no one's surprise, he begins to freak out. "o-oh, i'm sorry." he croaks, the sultry tone in his voice that he was using with you completely gone. "didn't know she was with you.. again, s-so sorry."

suguru watches him scurry off, a look of satisfaction etched onto his face. if he hadn't been so easily influenced, the situation would've gone a completely different direction.

a long sigh leaves you. "i'm not even going to argue with you, i don't have the patience for it, suguru." you turn your head away from him, too exhausted at this point to bother.

he seems to ignore you, "what did i tell you about these anyway?" in a flash, he snatches the lit cigarette between your fingers and puts it in his mouth.

if you weren't so tired of bickering with him, you would've commented on the irony of it all. how he's scolding you for smoking just to go and do the same thing.

"sure. take it, i'm leaving anyway." with that you try to nudge his arm off of you, it doesn't move an inch.

you take another deep breath.

a loud noise comes from further behind you, so loud that everyone in the smoking area turns to look.

"pfff.." satoru steadys himself against the door that he had used his entire body weight to swing open, "MTHERE YOU GUYS ARE!" he shouts, his speech slurred.

suguru finally tears his hand from you to go and tend to satoru, who's had more than he can handle.

the rage you've been holding in gets the better of you, "yeah, you go and take care of him. i don't need anymore problems." making one last snarky comment towards him as you begin to walk off.

he hisses, "hey, no—wait!"

thinking on his feet, he grabs satoru by the collar and starts following you out, pushing past people who's faces he can't make out. they're all blurry except for you.

a drunk and dazed satoru somehow catches shoko's face in the crowd. "I THINK WE'RE LEAVING!"

she gives the three of you a dissatisfied look and simply turns back to the woman she was talking to before he had interrupted, as if nothing had ever happened.

seems she's as tired of all this as you are.

looking back, you notice satoru being dragged across the sticky club floor first, and then suguru. "will you ever leave me alone?!" you spit at him, louder than you intended.

in an instant you feel 50 pairs of eyes land on you, only heightening your anger.

this is exactly what you didn't want. you didn't want to cause a scene, you didn't want to lash out and you didn't want him anywhere near you.

"calm down will you? lets talk." he's still using that slightly aggressive tone with you, which isn't helping him out one bit.

you speed up again, turning your head back to look him in the eye as you push open the doors to the outside, "i've BEEN calm, and that clearly wasn't enough—"

THUMP!

those goddamn heels.

as if loudly arguing with your ex boyfriend in a club wasn't embarrassing enough, you've now practically flown out of the place. twisting your ankle and landing on your side.

tears well up in your eyes—not because of the pain, but because you're so overwhelmed you don't know what to do with yourself anymore.

suguru can piece two and two together even though he didn't see the fall—unlike satoru, who's wondering why you're on the ground.

thankfully he doesn't make it worse by saying anything stupid.

suguru sets him down and runs over to check on you, kneeling down by your side. "are you okay? where are you hurt? show me."

"i—" sniff "—don't need your help."

"you do. look at you, you're crying." he gently cradles your face in his hands, wiping away the tears spilling from your eyes.

"cause of you." you say with a shaky voice.

then, and only then does it click for him.

he falls silent. realising it is his fault, everything that has happened, happened because of him. the anxiety, the loss of confidence, the anger, the hurt, the tears, he is the only one responsible.

"i…" he trails off, choosing not to finish his sentence. "will you please, at least let me get you up off of the ground." he says softly.

you try and go against him, attempting to do it all on your own. it doesn't work. your ankle is fine for the most part, but you have no willpower.

"please." he breathes, watching you struggle.

"okay."

he helps you get on your feet first, steadying your back and putting one of his hands in yours.

once you've stopped wobbling he bends down, wraps a hand around the back of your knees and picks you up bridal-style.

you're shocked when your feet start to raise from the ground, but you don't protest. you let him carry you as he tries to hail down a taxi, finding a speck of comfort in how he's holding you so lovingly.

one eventually stops for him, he calls satoru over and tells him to get in the front seat but he's barely awake. suguru again, has to drag him by the collar while still holding you on one arm.

he'll be fine. suguru hasn't seen even a bruise on him in the entire 10+ years that they've known eachother.

still carrying you, he gets in the back and sets you down on his lap, your back against the window and your legs propped up on the seats. his arm acts as a cushion for your back so the car door's hard interior wont cause you any discomfort.

he gives the driver the address, then hands him a large bill—paying upfront.

it's quiet for a while, not like before though. it's not awkward this time, not for you and not for him, you're more so just existing together.

"i'm sorry."

it comes out of nowhere, yet you don't feel anything upon hearing his apology. he's never been one to give them out—an even bigger reason as to why you should feel something, but you're just.. content with it.

"thank you." you answer, meeting his eyes.

"i mean it."

"i know."

…

"i don't mean to be so.. bad to you."

although you don't necessarily 'agree' with his statement, you hum to let him know you're listening.

the words he wants to say are slowly coming together in his head, "i'd say i'm acting this way because i miss you, but i always have, haven't i? even when we were together."

your brain wants to tell him he's right, tell him that he's always been like this and he always will be—but your heart wants to hear him out.

"i thought i'd be able to change. maybe i did, and maybe when i saw you again all the work i put in went out the window." you can see it in his face, that he's telling you how he really feels.

he's never been very good at that, always preferring to bend the truth to benefit himself rather than be transparent.

at least he's improved on one thing.

you clear your throat, "i missed you too, in case you didn't catch it. i know it doesn't look much like it."

giving you a warm smile, he cups the side of your face with his free hand and leans in closer.

"suguru.. we shouldn't." you whisper, your body contradicting your words, unconsciously moving closer to him with your eyes fixated on his lips.

"that doesn't mean we can't." his cold fingers move down to rest against your chin, gently tilting it up.

you chuckle at his reasoning, "you're such a—" your sentence was cut short by his lips connecting with yours. they meet for only a second—testing the waters with a simple peck.

another, longer one follows. by the time he pulls away you know this won't end with just a kiss.

it doesn't.

when suguru successfully gets satoru into the ginormous bed he had picked out, the moment the door clicks behind him you're against the wall opposite it in seconds.

his knee is between your legs, pushing up against your throbbing cunt as his tongue slips between the seam of your lips.

through your soaked panties your clit grinds against his thigh, you try to hoist yourself up further for more stimulation—but there's only so much you can do with wobbly knees.

even with his eyes closed he notices, of course he does—he knows the ins and outs of your body.

grabbing onto your hips and slightly bending his knee, he helps you move further up whilst following your own chosen rhythm.

it gives you some relief, however it's not long before you're whining against his lips. it still isn't enough for you, you're trying to tell him to just fuck you already without actually saying it.

upon hearing your plea he breaks the kiss, a string of spit still connecting the two of you. "which way?"using as few words as possible to help him catch his breath, he asks where your room is.

"the one by the window." you say, a faint smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

in an instant, you're scooped up. legs wrapped around his hips as he kisses the side of your neck—thanking your past self for choosing one of the rooms downstairs.

he carefully sets you down on the bed and begins fumbling with his belt, not treating it with the same care. the same goes for the expensive shirt he was wearing, in his rush to take it off the threads break and snap.

you only get wetter at the sight, seeing how desperate he is to get back to pleasing you as soon as possible has your thighs squeezing together.

because the little black dress slipped off so easily, you're left sitting on the edge of the bed in only your panties looking up and watching suguru remove what's left of his clothes.

by the time he's stripped down to only his boxers you've grown very impatient and decide to beckon him over, "sugu, come here already."

the nickname is one he hasn't heard in a long long time, he swears his dick grows harder from just hearing you say it again.

hooking your fingers into the elastic, you slide them down an inch or two to free his cock. it springs out of his boxers, laying flat against his stomach for a second before gravity forces the heavy weight down.

it's just as pretty as you remember it. long, curved, a vein going from base to tip—one you bend down to trace with your tongue, having missed the feeling of it pulsing in your mouth.

at the feeling of the wet muscle making contact with his pulsing cock he takes in a sharp breath, "save that for later." he hisses.

you pout, "i can't just have a taste?"

"you'll get one—every night up until we're on the plane home." he assures you, a large grin plastered on his face.

suguru's been fantasising about having sex on the beach for lunch and stuffing your throat full of his cock for dinner since you met in the airport.

looking down at you with low eyes, he pushes his boxers all the way down, letting them pool at his feet.

then, slowly, he pinches the lace of your panties and guides you to lay back by lifting one of your legs.

the fabric is carefully slid down your lower body and quickly discarded somewhere behind him.

taking your other leg in his hand, with his hands placed on the back of your knees he spreads them even further apart and coats his cock in your arousal, "this.. from some kissing? oh doll, you should've came to me sooner." he teases.

"suguruu, plea—" your breath catches in your throat as you feel him push into you.

he's not even halfway in yet and is already starting to blab about how much he's missed you,

"got no idea how many nights i dreamt of this. was hell always waking up without you, not having the power to make it real."

with every thrust he pushes his cock further and further inside you, until you've taken him all the way to the base.

instinctively, your legs try and fight against his hold on you—attempting to close, yet it only leads to him pushing them further apart.

"did you forget already? no running, no writhing, none of that."

the obsession he had over control didn't stop inside the bedroom, if anything it grew.

you don't know how to feel about the fact that it hasn't changed, but you're not in a position to say anything even if you had a problem with it.

not when he's hitting that spot inside of you juuust right—long, deep, sometimes upward strokes.

you swear he must be doing it on purpose, how could you not writhe when every roll of his hips sends a wave of pleasure through you?

all hope isn't lost for you, because the one thing you are allowed to do is moan.

"a-ahh! sugu..!"

"waaaitt.. not so—ngh—fa-haast..!"

"F--FUUCCCK!!"

you moan his ear off, as usual, but that last one might've been a little too loud.. "shhh, you want satoru to wake up and find out what a dirty girl you are?"

for some reason that's entirely unknown to you, those words have you feeling butterflies in your stomach, your walls tightening around his cock.

"oh?" he chuckles, "you like that? guess we should wake him up for you then.." reeling his hips all the way back, suguru's got the most conniving look on his face.

"S-SHIIT!" you wail at the force he slammed his cock back into you with. "nononono.. haaah.. didn't—"

"didn't what? didn't mean it?" his thrusts are now much faster than they were before, causing you to become a babbling mess underneath him.

"i'll even add in another sense for him next time, he can watch, ngh—you want that too?"

"n-no! j-just you, onlyy yyou!" it's getting to be too much now, your eyes roll to the back of your head as his pace doesn't stutter once.

"suguru slow—nhhhnmm—down! i'm gonna, gonna cum.." a breathless plea leaves your lips—one he doesn't listen to.

he keeps bullying his cock into your gushing pussy over and over, until you break. you cum with a loud guttural moan, clamping down on him.

"d-don't do that." he tilts his head back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat while continuing to drive his hips into you.

the fact that he hasn't stopped means you haven't either, your pussy flutters around his cock—sending him over the edge and filling your cunt up with his cum.

even as he begins to still, he stays buried inside you. "oh, i love you." he says breathlessly.

"mmnn.. love you too.."

shoko wakes up to satoru shaking her, and if that wasn't enough she's hit with a blinding headache and an overwhelming feeling of nausea only a few seconds later. "jeez.. stop.. im up.." she croaks. "i only got back like 3 hours ago.."

" i wiiin." he says in a sing-song voice.

"what do you mean you win?.. whaat.." she says, her voice raspy from the incredibly dry throat she's suffering with.

"suguru didn't come to bed last night."

"okaay? why're you talking about him like he's your wife?" her head not only hurts from her hangover but the extremely vague things satoru is telling her.

he pouts, "were you hit by a truck on the way home? 50. now."

"ohhh. that." she pauses, collecting her thoughts. "seriously? we've only been here like.. just over 24 hours."

"yeah, and i said 36. whoevers closest wins. you overestimate how good the advice you give her is, y'know."

a/n : if u havent seen the post i made on it im back in contact (after a whole year) with my ex bc of this fic LMFAOOOOO … its really not funny though i hate him

perm tags: @jaaazy @yoonsucks @cherrychoso @itimisu @b-bitter @theyluvchanel @fairylilysstuff @yemmuis @measfaf @iheartspencereid @violasepals @jiyuspassion @nightmarenyxx @6x-x9 @kaiismadgay @kmhsjy @magicalpeenpoo @icebearcucumber

geto tags: @valberryboos @sluttyangel04

“Too — ah — much, m’cumming!” Slapping a hand over your mouth, you came with a muffled cry, bucking your hips into his face as your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave.

Suguru groaned into you, eyes rolling back at the way you clenched around his digits.

Swiftly, he rose from the floor before pressing his lips against yours, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. One of his strong hands cupped your tit that had already spilt from your blouse as you began to work the buttons of his shirt. His free hand moved to free his dick from its confines; the leaky tip slapped against his abdomen with a lewd thwap.

He shuddered softly as your nails traced the scar on his chest. “X marks the spot, aye, Captain?”

He grinned as he pushed into you, thick cock stretching you out in the most painfully blissful manner. Suguru’s lips dropped to your neck, teeth grazing the delicate skin as he spoke, “Prettiest lass on me ship, aren't ya?” His hips began to move at a steady rhythm, shaking the squeaky desk with every thrust.

Your fingers entangle themselves in his raven hair, tugging the strands in an attempt to ground yourself as he bullies your cervix. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to yours once more, swallowing each sound you made.

“Captain,” it came out in a hoarse whisper as your body began to tremble. He smiled down at you, smug with the knowledge of how wrecked you were over his dick. “Yes, lass? Do ya want to cum again?” Your nails dig into his chest, causing him to choke on a groan and throw his head back. His thrusting became more determined, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back in deeper than before.

He tipped your hat off your head to replace it with his, keeping his hand secured to the top of your head to ensure it doesn’t slip off as he pounds into you.

A cry escapes you as your entire body jolts from the force. “Me pretty first mate,” he coos into your ear, gripping your thighs to haul you closer to him.

Your legs lock around his waist as you cum for the second time; slick drips from your cunt down onto the desk below, all while he continues to grind into you. “So tight for yer Captain, such asweet lassie.”

His hips still as he spills into you. The hat flops forward, shielding your face from his lust-driven gaze. Suguru flicks the hat upwards, “You alright, treasure?” Nodding, you lean into his chest, your own still heaving from your orgasm.

A sudden knock at the door to the Captain's Quarters startled you both.

“Er… Captain? Sukuna be threatening to haul Gojo overboard again…”

your idea of a lullaby is your heated, stifled moans as you dip your head, overcome with the feeling of him buried so deep that you can feel it in your tummy.

the moment is as intimate as they come — his hands on your bare hips, your dress bunched around your waist and panties soiled and simply pushed to the side. geto's face is flush down to the collarbones, shirtless chest rising and falling rapidly as he does his best to keep his composure and not tap out too soon.

you're right... he's toast. your warm, trembling cunt feels like home — clamping down on him every time he pushes his hips just a bit deeper. the warmth reminds him of being safe on his mother's bosom, though he'd never admit it.

the way you're whispering lulls him into an almost dream-like state of being, making his eyes flutter shut as he tilts his head to the side. "that's it, good boy," you whisper, running two open palms over his chest, pulling him back down.

"i-if you squ—eeze like that... mmgh..." he mumbles, fingers creating fists in the skin of your hips. he wants to just hold you there and fuck you, but doesn't have the energy. all this tension makes him feel like a taut rubber band, ready to snap with just one whisper from your lips.

"like this?" you gasp, lifting your hips just a bit, then clenching down on his thick cock like you want him out. under you, geto swallows down a deep groan, eyes squeezed shut as he tosses his head to the other side. he's holding his breath, afraid that if he lets go, he'll succumb to your ways, cum, and fall right back to sleep like you promised.

"or, like this?" you bite down on your bottom lip, smirking down at him as you raise your hips all the way, then drop back down with a sharp inhale.

"yes! oh, yes..." he moans, showing his teeth as his knees shiver, balls tightening under you as he almost... just, almost cums on the spot. "fuck— don't do that."

so, you do... just that.

it takes less than five minutes — you're counting each thrust in your head, blinking over at the clock at his bedside so you don't miss your plans. sure, you're focusd on getting off, but you're even more focused on getting him where he wants to be.

for a man that does so much for you, you feel pretty damn accomplished to say you made him cum, then turn over and knock right back out like nothing happened.

only, this time he's not worried about the sun. he turns to his side, pushing all the blankets from his overheated skin, and snores himself right back to sleep like nothing happened.

safe to say, geto slept like a baby after you left.

Before the thought can even finish forming, his body jolts upright as adrenaline floods his veins, snapping him awake faster than his mind can catch up. The sharp thud of his heart feels almost ridiculous in the silence, but the apartment is so quiet that it only makes every instinct louder.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he pushes himself up, rakes a hand through his hair, and steps into the hallway, every muscle tense, ears straining for the faintest sound.

Nothing.

Moving down the hallway without hesitation, he checks the bathroom, even though the darkness behind the door already tells him you aren’t there.

The living room is empty, the couch looks exactly the same as earlier that night, with your blanket still tossed carelessly over the armrest where you left it. Maybe you slipped out onto the balcony, but the curtains hang motionless and the glass door is sealed tight. The pressure in his chest ratchets up another notch, and he moves through the flat faster now.

The last remnants of sleep are completely gone when each room confirms the same thing over and over again: you aren’t there. Each feeds the growing, irrational fear that something has happened while he slept, and by the time he reaches the kitchen, his breathing is shallow, his jaw clenches, and his hands ball into tight fists at his sides.

And then he stops.

The kitchen is bathed in dim light, just the gentle glow from the stove clock and a faint spill of streetlight through the window, enough to outline you standing barefoot by the counter. One hand holds a glass of water, the other strokes absently over Mikan’s back as the cat perches on a high chair, leaning into your touch and purring like nothing in the world could ever be wrong.

You look half-asleep yourself, hair a little messy, the hem of his shirt brushing your thighs, eyes soft and unfocused the way they get when you wake just enough to wander to the bathroom before crawling back to bed.

For a long moment, Sukuna stands frozen in the doorway, breath caught somewhere between relief and anger, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins. The sight of you, safe, slams into the fear he’s been carrying, heavy and real as anything.

Your head lifts when you notice him.

“What the hell are you doing?” The words come out sharper than he means, still edged with the panic that hasn’t left his body yet.

Confusion flickers across your face at his tone, and you blink at him, like you’ve only just remembered there’s a world beyond the counter and the purring cat pressed against your palm.

“Drinking water,” you answer quietly, your voice rough with sleep, lifting the glass slightly in explanation, like the answer should be obvious. Then, softer, as the reason for him standing there at four in the morning, staring at you like that, finally clicks, you add, “I didn’t want to wake you.”

Something in his chest finally gives, and the tension snaps all at once. Muttering a curse that barely makes it past his teeth, he walks over and catches your arm before you can get another word out, tugging you into him so abruptly that the water in your glass nearly spills over the rim. Only then does he let out a shaky breath he’s been holding since the moment he woke up.

His voice rumbles low and rough, words muffled by your hair as he pulls you tight against his chest. “You scared the shit outta me.”

His grip tightens for a heartbeat before easing. One hand slides up, fingers threading through the hair at the nape of your neck, while the other stays splayed warm and steady across your lower back. Caught off guard by the sudden intensity, you let your free hand find its way to his side, settling there gently.

“I’m sorry.” It slips out before you can stop it, even though you know you haven’t done anything wrong. Tilting your head back to meet his eyes, you find his stare heavy with something that makes it clear that he doesn’t want you apologizing for this, not ever. Nuzzling your cheek into his chest, you feel the frantic thud of his heartbeat beneath your ear. “I was only gone a minute,” you add softly, a little sheepish.

Sukuna huffs softly, and the short, weary sound carries more relief than frustration, but his arms stay locked around you, unyielding, as if letting go might let the fear slip back in.

“I know,” he mutters eventually, almost to himself, the edge of panic fading away. “I know that.”

For a few seconds, neither of you moves. The kitchen is quiet except for the slow, steady thud of Sukuna’s heartbeat finally calming beneath your cheek, and the impatient purring of Mikan weaving around your ankles, as if he’s been personally wronged by all this drama.

Then, he slips the glass from your hand and sets it on the counter, his other arm settling around your shoulders, steering you gently toward the bedroom, unwilling to let even an inch of distance creep in.

“Come on,” he murmurs, and you don’t argue.

Sleep tugs at you again, heavy and insistent, and as you sink back onto the mattress, your body leans instinctively toward his warmth. Sukuna wraps himself around you, pressing his chest firmly against your back and banding one arm tight across your waist, his hand splayed over your stomach. The other slips beneath your pillow, fingers searching until they find yours and tangle together.

Now that you’re back exactly where you should be, Sukuna lets out a slow, quiet exhale as the last traces of restless adrenaline finally drain from his chest.