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there’s this quiet hum under your skin, the one makes you feel restless, unfocused. a warm heat that coils between your legs. not unpleasant yet, but enough to notice.
ovulation, you think absently as you sit across from gojo in the library - textbooks are scattered across the table. fondly you watch how gojo’s glasses slip down the nose when he stares at the same line of code for five minutes. and you also see his sleeves rolled up to his elbows… and that he must’ve trained.
ovulation, you think again, because you don’t notice such things about your favorite nerd. ever.
shaking the head you focus back on your own notes, completely missing as gojo freezes. shoulders going rigid, blue eyes blown wide slowly. he inhales quietly, like he’s trying not to be obvious about it.
“oh.” his ears turning pink, then alarming shade of red.
you look up again. “what?”
his adam’s apple bobs nervously as he pushes his glasses up with a trembling finger. “um nothing. just—uh—did you change your shampoo or something?”
you frown and shake the head. it takes you a moment until you realize what he’s smelling. your eyes widen and his ones flick down before snapping back up. blue orbs widen, panicked. and maybe more.
“i mean,” he rushes on. words tripping over each other. “it’s not—I mean, I smell you. yeah. I do, but not in a weird way, i swear! just—um—in a biology way. totally normal. scientific.”
satoru gojo is absolutely not normal about this.
the blush creeps from his ears to his cheeks, and then down his neck. thighs pressed together he tries to keep it together - posture stiff - like he’s trying his absolute best to behave. he smells you, so sweet and warm and fertile. he’s about to go crazy, his brain starts buzzing, and all blood rushes south. he’s sure if he’d open his mouth now he’d drool all over the books.
you, however, feel like teasing. “are you okay, ‘toru?”
a shaky laugh escapes him. “yeah. sure. wow—i mean—uh. your pheromones are very… present today.” that earns him a look from you. “i’m sorry. that was inappropriate. i can leave. or open a window. or—“
he stops himself from speaking. his winter eyes turn a shade darker. “or i can stay and…”
there’s no need to finish the sentence. you know what he’s offering, and it isn’t like you haven’t thought about it before. satoru gojo is attractive beyond the glasses and the snowy white hair that has a will on its own.
in the end you don’t know who moved first as the textbooks scatter to the floor with soft thuds. chairs shoved back as you move towards each other.
gojo’s hands are on you, clumsy and so desperate to feel you. his glasses sliding down his noise - hanging precariously from one ear - as he crowds you against the table. the hard wood digs into your lower back, but you barely notice it. all you can smell is him him him. the aftershave he uses, the faint scent of old books and ink. it’s intoxicating for your ovulating mind.
“toru.” you gasp as he fondles your tits through the shirt.
“sh-shut up.”
“ooooh.”
by now you’re soaking. your little hole is clenching and begging to get stretched wide open by your nerd pal. you want him in your cunt, in your womb. you want him in your mouth, and everywhere at once.
and gojo’s delivering.
a high broken whimper escapes him as he manages to push down your pants and panties. instantly you turn around and bend over the table. no shame as you spread your thighs, and expose your drenched cunt to him.
something clicks in gojo as he pulled down the zipper of his pants frantically, and a second later he has his precum covered cock in his hand. a low hiss rumbles from his throat as he drags the blunt head along your slit, and god, he’s big and so hard for you. a usual gentle man driven by a scent he couldn’t ignore, and obsess more over than his studies.
his first thrust is a frantic push of pure need. another gasp falls from your mouth as his thick cock stretches you wide open, but the burn is so good as your fingers scrabble for purchase on the wood of the table.
“toru!” you cry out as he sets a punishing rhythm.
his glasses finally fall off completely, clattering somewhere forgotten as he leans over you. one arm wraps around your waist and slightly lifts you up. like a rabbit his hips snapping forward again and again.
slap. slap slap.
gojo might be fucking you hard, but each thrust is punctuated by a soft, helpless whimper by him. it turns you on even more how he’s still your sweet nerdy satoru while fucking you from hell to heaven and back.
“gonna—hah!”
“y’re milking me dry,” he cries out, and you lose it.
your cunt clenches tightly, and the intense pleasure shooting through you almost letting you faint. you collapse forward with gojo as he pumps harder and harder. his release seems endlessly as he shoots hot, salty ropes into your pussy, filling you up until you leak down your inner thighs.
it takes minutes for you to get back as your body writhes from the aftermath. you had sex before, but on your ovulation? with a cute nerd that has a huge cock, and an immense appetite? new one.
“… toru?” you murmur after a few moments.
“mm?” he’s absolutely blissed out.
“you can pull out now.”
“don’t wanna.”
you giggle at the bratiness in his voice. what you don’t expect is him suddenly turning you around on the table so you look up at him. his snowy hair is disheveled and his cheeks are deeply blushed.
“satoru, you look—ah!”
a gasp falls from your lips as he pulls all the way out before slamming back in.
there’s something sinister about the way satoru looks at you.
maybe sinister isn’t the right word, because it’s not unwelcome. it’s not malicious either, just unfamiliar. subtle yet so forward, and so unlike the carefree version of him that you’d come to know.
he stopped looking at you through a barrier last week. started pulling his blindfold down to peer at you through his icy lashes, blue irises on full display.
he pushes through the discomfort just to look at you without anything in the way. ignores the sudden onslaught of light piercing through his sclera because you are much more important. you can see it in the way his pupils retract, then expand again. rejecting the sight in front of them then swallowing as much of it as they can because his brain finally registers that it’s you.
you could almost never tell where his eyes were focused before this all started, but something about the way his head would shift when you’d enter the room usually told you that his sights weren’t set too far from you.
it was always a slight change. a shift of the chin. only a centimeter difference, if even that. a subtle glance over whenever you’d laugh, maybe a more obvious one if the cause of that laugh was another man. either way, the weight of the 6 eyes on you was unmistakable.
you’re in the conference room alone together the first time he pulls his blindfold down fully. babbling on about the instructor presentation schedule this week, maybe something more. you can’t recall much besides the sight five deft fingers wrapped around dark silk, pulling until you’re face to face with a shade of blue so enamoring you’re not even sure it has a name.
gojo smiles when your tangent rattles to a stop, punctuating the silence with the softest laugh.
“did you sleep good last night?” he asks, eyes searching your face like they’ll somehow pull the answer out themselves.
“yeah, why?” he softens at that, like the knowledge of whether or not you did had been weighing on his mind.
“good. you look nice today.” is all he offers you before he pulls the blindfold back up, slipping out of the conference room, leaving you to grapple with the knowledge that you’re on his mind a lot more than you’d think.
w!: this is going to be even nastier than the last parts, click off this post if you're not comfortable with that :)
(?) major cum kink. ; click me ♡ ; sub!choso
tw ⊹ฺ* — Slight degration, cúmdump, cûmplay (?) penetration, genuinely kinda disgusting scene if you think about it, panty-sniffing, jerking off, so, so much cum. Slight oral at the end (f) slight cervix abuse, overstimulation, breeding? Shit honestly disgusting
the sound of Choso's muffled—high pitched whines and low groans harmonizing with the absolute loud, smacks, squirts, squelches, and other said weird splashing noises of his very juices of white, sticky cum along with yours. Your sweet pussy's pink gushy, walls squeezing around his wet cum drenched dick.
Honestly, it is definitely very hard to manage a nasty fuck in a decent sized bathroom especially with Choso having his load be 4 milliliters more than the average. Luckily, we're in the bathroom, easy to clean up a large mess of juices, cum and God knows what else.
"O- Oh my- hngh- s' much... b- baby.." stuttering practically his every word, Choso is so pussydrunk—eyes rolling to the back of his head struggling to set them straight to see your bouncing figure on his dick, his hips thrusting up in suit—trying to chase more of your pussy as much as he can.
Take a step back because—its all overwhelming, fucking you so suddenly, a step back—rewind, replay.
He was just your roommate, regular ol' roommates who didn't really interact with each other... other than Choso finding you extremely attractive—especially when you had helped Yuji that one time. Like the very virgin he was, he didn't know what to do with his raging boner that he couldn't even bring down even with his curse technique—soooo he settled for another option.
Jerking off to your dirty panties.
Yeah, he was a panty stealer—sniffing your scent on your garment in his separated room, holding said lace panties in his hands, clenching it tightly as his other hand was busy stroking his hard cock that was worryingly already pouring loooots of what seemed to be pre-cum. He tried compressing his moans—his sounds, stuffing your panties In his mouth to silence himself—hand fisting his cock harder, and faster wanting relief he hasn't felt before.
The feeling of you was needed, pulling the panties off his mouth and stroking it around his cock, moaning loudly as he did so. Sticky, wet substance of pre-cum slightly dragged around your panties, his eyes closed hard—eyebrows furrowing as his speed didn't hold back, his hips even thrusting up in desperation. "Ngh! fuck—please.." followed by a soft whine of your name.
Before he could even be warned, he suddenly came—orgasm running through him as he turned head immediately to his pillows trying to stuff his noises, still thrusting up, his cum splashed up and down to your panties wrapped around his dick, drenched and the fabric sucking in his juices, in a nasty mix. He definitely wasn't just a panty stealer—he was a panty ruiner.
...his bedsheets and clothes needed to be changed, too.
Long months of this cycle repeated, his lonely, hopelessly in love, desperate, loser self jerking off to whatever he had "borrowed" from you. He wouldn't return those items either—since his cum had ruined said object-that-had-your-scent™.
So much so of this cycle that he got caught leading up to this very moment itself.
His cum spilling inside you, getting little by little with every orgasm—his last spurt was an average man's ejaculation. You were so full of his cum. His hips desperately thrust up inside your pretty, oversensitive cunt—cock getting swallowed by pink flesh tightly with every piston of his hips. A creamy ring forms between his dick and your pussy.
"y- you're so.. hck! Nasty, cho-" he responds by whining in your ear, his hands gripping your hips, grip so hard that you think that he thinks you'll disappear from his grasp. "A- agh- ahnn-" his mouth slightly open as his whines spread into a moan, pushing your hips down—taking all of his length, plugging you up with his cum, sloshing and splashing around your womb, the tip of his cock pressing so much pressure on you cervix that you cum yourself.
"y- yyou're a perv- ah- such a perv, cho-" you grind yourself on his cock, trying your best to talk words through your orgasm as you look down at him—nose and cheeks so red, eyes slightly closed but open enough that it's obvious his eyes are rolled back, spit dripping slightly from the corners of his mouth. Eyebrows furrowing—his orgasm lasts for a few more seconds before he exhales a soft whine, slightly thrusting up more to chase your rose walls. "E- enough cho! That's enough- b- bad boy!" You hit him lightly—"P-Please baby jus- jus' one moreee- pleeease.."
You look down further, on your plugged up of cum pussy, still sunk on his cock. He moans softly at the sight—cum slowly spilling out everywhere, on your tummy, covering his whole pelvis, almost like if you'd fuck again you'd probably be covered in his cum again. "S- see the mess you've made."
You pull off him and his dick, he slowly supports you off—you both let out a groan with the empty feeling, his hips involuntarily pushing upwards slightly in desperation, you glare at him. His sticky, creamy cum spilling out your throbbing hole, he whines at the sight, "S- sso.. mmuch- you're..so- filled with me" he squeezes your pussy, more cum squeezing out—gushing out. Not just his cum, your juices mixed in.
"clean me up cho. You've made such a mess." You order him—tugging on his dark tails, pushing his face near your cunt, his eyes dilate from the scent and sight. "Y- you're so mean." — "But you like it, don't you?" He grumbles softly—gladly eating out a mix of his thick cum, a mix of yours and your juices, looking up at you with eyes so dilated it looked like he was looking up at you with heart eyes. Tongue swirling and "cleaning" around your gushy hole.
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"y- you'll clean me up too, ri- riiight?"
"you've had more orgasms than me tonight cho, you're gonna get over-over stimulated."
Safe to say that he won't be just cumming on your panties, any longer—and that he officially has a girlfriend to express his obsession to, this time he won't keep his thoughts to himself.
Hello! I just wanted to say, thank you for waiting oh so patiently for this gosh forsaken part 3, I have unfortunately been very busy, but finally had the time to finish this that has been sitting on my drafts catching dust. Anyway, tags incoming! <3
(term—hyperspermia: a condition where the male has an abnormally large amount of semen; above 6ml)
an nsfwaudio of the inspo
"f- fuck me.." Choso whined—voice so high-pitched from how your hand's squeezing around him. "fuck m-me- ohh, p-please.. fuck me."
He didn't really expect for you to barge in the bathroom because of your worry on why he's so suddenly letting out loud noises in the room—nor did you expect him to be holding his semi-hard cock in hand with his cum splattered right down, making a large mess.
Annnnd, he also didn't expect for you to lock the bathroom door—make him a mess with your left hand whilst your right hand shoved your phone near his mouth to record his moans for 'later.'
And there he was—tired, you kept stroking the base of his dick, the tip becoming so red that it's redness is spreading to half the base from the many, many times you've edged him. Not to mention—the amount of pre-cum that's been coming out all over his dick and your hands, making it seem like he'd cum already multiple times though it's the opposite. The stickiness was so much—that he knew the recording would definitely hear those lewdly sounds.
He was tired—but fuck, did he just want your sweet pussy around him, fleshy walls tightening around his swollen cock.
"mommy—" he slipped, covering it with a following moan; "p- ppft- p- please.." Choso gasped, "fuck me.. p- please." His teary eyes widened as he looked up at you desperately, realizing his high is once again close—"s- sslow down.."
He begged—yet you continued your pace, stroking his cock up! And down, you held his chin as you pressed closer to him. You sighed his name; "Choso.. such a mess you're making." You teased, pulling his head closer to your's by his chin.
"haa- ha- haaa- fuck" he begs again—"Please.. I need- n- nneed your pretty pussy on me- p- please.." his sweaty hand desperately clinged on your wrist. "Fuck me.." he whispered. "I wanna feel like m' yours"
As his words spilled out his mouth—an abundance of his cum squirted out of his tip, white covering all over his cock and her hands—he squeaked; "t- too much"
"It's s- ssuch a waste, can you- can I have you n- now? Please? So- soo I can put it all inside you.."
Hello!! Finally, part 2.. though yes there's a part three, sorry, I cant freaking do a long ahh paged smut rn I'm busy but I hope this will feed you<3
Also, if you comment I'll tag you on the next part, thank you :c
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he looked like gojo satoru. had the same eyes. the same hair. the same lips that refused to grin.
but he was not 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.
“you're sick!” your scream struck through the room. your hands aimed to do the same. to them. the people who took it all away. took him away— and still wanted him after the fact.
“it's necessary,” the row of higher-ups sneered.
“necessary?” you shrieked. a guard had to hold you. but nothing could contain the bursting flames of your rage. “necessary.” you repeated.
teary, bloodshot eyes tore away from the row of cruelty and looked to his instead. blue, dull, and not yours. he stood still at the corner of the room. arms folded. spine mechanically straight. this time, he didn't reach out to brush your tears.
he only stared. coldly. lifelessly.
“this. is my. husband.” you managed through clenched teeth and blurring tears. “he was alive— he was breathing— you can't. . . you can't use him even after death!”
“mrs. gojo.”
your froze. it even sounded like him.
he called you mrs. gojo as if it were but a name. not a symbol of your love for him. of the silver ring still on your finger.
you turned to look at him, and he towered in front of you. arms at his sides. still not reaching for you. eyes still as cold.
“he would have agreed to this.”
thwack!
he didn't flinch. didn't blink. your palm welted red across his cheek. and still, he stared.
“do not speak about him as if you— know anything about my husband. you're not my satoru. you're just something wearing his skin.”
you hissed, then broke away. storming out the meeting room, away from him. your heart in your throat, and a tremble in your hands. because deep down—
you knew that the husk was right.
satoru. your satoru. your husband, the man your heart will always bleed for— would have wanted this.
the sound of his voice doesn’t scare you, you’d become too accustomed to it by now. you crane your neck to look back, catching the burly, black-haired man stepping out of the back door.
“you’re home.”
he flashes a grin, a sad one at that. one that says ‘i’m sorry for being gone for months.’ one that apologizes for you almost filing a missing person’s report.
but you didn’t need to.
toji always showed back up.
like a stray cat that came to visit every now and then. or a deadbeat parent only showing up when it’s convenient. ironic, huh?
you offer the pack of cigarettes to toji, him plucking one out and sitting next to you, third step down. sniffling, the lighter flickers to life in your hand, the end of toji’s cigarette coming close to the fire to light it.
“what’d you do this time?” you ask, though you aren’t too sure you want the answer.
“few assignments, did about a month,” he replies casually, allowing the nicotine to freely enter his lungs after a long drag. “you?”
“paid the bills,” you jab, “picked up shifts at the diner. thinking about going to that new place down the street. they’re hiring.”
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
silence follows. the sun is setting. you figure there’s a few weeks, a month and a half maybe, until toji goes off the grid again. you’re sick of it, truly.
you love him.
but he can’t know that. you’re just his roommate, forever destined to be just that.
you sit your head on his shoulder, a soft sigh leaving your lips. he’s warm, all too much comforting. it feels right.
“missed you,” you mumble, quietly enough you hope he won’t hear.
“missed you too, pretty thing,” toji swiftly replies, switching his cigarette to his other hand and ashing it off the side of the stairs. he tries to wrap an arm around you, but you sit up, looking at him.
toji looks back at you.
“when are you leaving again?”
“don’t know, why?”
“just wondering.”
but you’re not. you want to tell him you’re tired of him being gone all the time, that you want to care for him and he doesn’t have to leave to make money. that you can help him heal and be someone there for him when he needs it. you know he needs it.
yet he won’t let you.
your heart shatters a little more every time you realize it.
but at least you’ll have his shoulder to rest on, right?
stalker!suguru fucks you at knifepoint on the night of the purge
18+ DDNI | dub-con, unprotected piv, knifeplay (?) porn without plot (i tried!)
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the night of the purge. you'd thought it would've gone better, locking yourself in the basement and praying for the night to end. but your stupid roommate had made a lot of enemies and wanted revenge.
you couldn't risk being at home when just about any one of her enemies could show up and do unspeakable things. so instead, you decided to head westward, to your parents' house. at least they were calm, law-abiding citizens.
crickets chirped, a melody skimming the breath that caught in your throat when something shuffled on the other side of the alley.
"hey," someone whispered through the night, "hey there."
you stumbled back, eyes darting, panicked. "don't come any closer."
the knife in your hands was trembling. hopefully they didn't see that.
"woah, calm down," the voice crooned, deep and soothing as a silhouette bathed in moonlight appeared from the branched section of the alleyway, hidden from view. "i'm not one of the bad guys."
when he came into focus, you stared at the mask shrouding his face from you. the only things you could see clearly were smoky quartz glinting back at you, two twin shards.
"i mean, i know i'm wearing this mask, but... that doesn't mean i'm here to hurt you. just help," he mused.
at your silence, he continued, "why are you out here? people can do absolutely anything tonight and get away with it. a pretty little thing like you..." he took a step forward. "well, terrible things could happen."
"i'm just passing through," you said, "i'll be on my way."
but he stepped to block your way when you tried walking past him.
"didn't you hear me? you could get hurt walking alone out here." a troubled sigh left him. "tell you what, i'll drop you off in my van, okay? that way, you'll be safe with me."
you scoffed. "do you think i'm stupid?"
"stupid enough to refuse my help, maybe. but i wouldn't want to come across your corpse, so you should just let me help you." was that a smile in his voice, or was he mocking you?
whatever. it was a ten minute drive. if he tried anything, you could stab him in the back and get away with it, right?
the van was parked just at the edge of the alley, doused in shadows. it was actually a pretty neat place, save for the grim aura it gave off.
"ah," he said suddenly when you grasped the handle for the passenger seat's door. "it's actually broken. you'll have to get in the back."
now, alarm bells should've been ringing in your head, but it had been a long day and you were pissed at your roommate and the world was good for sending you help when you asked.
so instead of cussing him out, you nodded.
"i made it nice and comfortable for you back there."
pause.
how could someone prepare for something completely unexpected?
but whatever. maybe it was an offhand comment.
maybe after that, you should've ran away. or stabbed him with the knife tucked into your left pocket.
"why is there rope in here?" you asked, stepping away from him. "and tape?"
the man crossed back over to your left side, peering into the van. "ah. don't mind that. just precautions."
you squinted a little closer into the darkness of the van. "are those... pictures? you secretly jerk off in the back of this van or something?"
he scoffed. "are you going to mock me the entire night?"
you leaned over the edge of the van, trying to get a better look at the photos. your heart stopped. "is that... are those... is that me?"
"no," he said, as if it were the most simple truth in the world.
but there was absolutely no way. imagine not being able to recognize your own face? gaslighting someone into thinking that wasn't them when there was only one person that looked like you?
"no," he repeated, voice dropping a little lower as he took another step towards you, frozen on the edge of the van, panic rushing with your blood. "you're imagining things."
you immediately reached for your knife, only to find that it wasn't there. the man was instead twirling it between his fingers, and even if you couldn't see his face, you knew he was smiling.
"now, are you going to be a good girl and get in the van?" his voice lilted in such a way that made the plane of reality tilt and crash. your foot found its home in the apex of his thighs.
and then, you ran. as fast as you could.
you thought you'd made it. salvation was just around the corner, the expanse of forest would surely save you. just climb into a tree and park yourself there like a squirrel for the rest of the night.
except he was faster. his footsteps were silent on the asphalt and yet you didn't even make it out of the winding alley before his fingers were around your wrist and pulling you back.
"uh uh uh," he said, breathy, dragging you back to the secluded alley with the van. his other hand was clamped over your mouth, thick cloth perfectly muffling your screams.
not like anyone would've came to help you.
"not another move," he said, pushing you back against the brick wall, knife prodding at your stomach, just barely grazing your skin. "not unless you want this to end badly."
the knife dragged along your skin, blunt edged and it was suddenly fully aware that you might die. lovely. this was nice. at least his voice was kind of hot...
"oh... please behave, pretty," he murmured across your skin, somewhere between a threat and a promise, "i don't want to have to hurt you."
"let me go," you said instead, voice small.
"i've been waiting for this day for so long," he replied, "why should i let it go? i've been watching you. it just made the hunt... thrilling."
and it should've sounded creepy, really. but instead, a low heat was pooling in your stomach at his words. watching? waiting? god.
he leaned in a little closer. "i didn't expect you to notice everything so quickly. you're a smart one, aren't you?"
the praise sent your heart fluttering. how pathetic.
"who are you?" you whispered.
"me?" he chuckled. "you can call me... suguru."
"suguru," you echoed.
he made a muffled sound behind his mask, shifting so you could see ivory hair draping the fabric of his back, eyes narrowed and dangerous.
"you can't say my name like that, baby," he groaned, heady against your shoulder. "sends my control right down the drain."
you wanted to push him away except you actually didn't, and so you just stilled under his fingers brushing against your chest and tried to make sense of the situation.
"do i... know you?"
"i'd love to sit here and talk forever but... i'm starving," he replied instead, flicking the knife to his other hand. "stay still, yeah? unless you want to get hurt."
suguru's touch was gentle, too gentle for someone who was threatening you with a knife as he pulled you down onto the ground, caging you between his body and the cold asphalt, latching at your skin.
"be a good girl and let me take this off, yeah?" he mused, pulling at the hem of your sweatpants, fingers hooking around the shared edge of both the pants and your panties.
you wanted to say no. but everything in your body was shouting yes.
"what's this?" he chuckled as the chill winter air nipped at your dripping folds. "you're soaked, baby. if i didn't know any better, i'd say you're enjoying getting talked down to like this."
at your silence, his finger tapped at your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him through the mask.
"i asked you a question, whore."
"y-yes," you admitted, secretly getting off on the thrill of this. being pinned down by a stranger that you might or might not know on a night where just about anybody could be wandering the streets.
maybe it wasn't so secret, judging by the way he was chuckling.
"well, if it turns you on, i guess i shouldn't wait, huh?" he asked like your opinion would make a difference. like this was a choice. like you weren't pretending as if there wasn't another course of action. "just relax and let me take care of you, okay, baby?"
you nodded for lack of a better term, fingers catching on the fabric of his mask when his nose bumped against your clit, sweet shocks running up your body.
"you can't hide how much you're loving this, can you baby?" he purred, "having me pin you down and take what i want..."
his tongue splayed flat against your cunt, eyes locked onto you as his fingers reached up to push the lower half of your shirt up before they reached back down to rub quick, belligerent circles on your clit.
you were writhing under his touch and all he did was chuckle again in that condescending way of his, mocking and degrading you with the harmony of his voice.
as if that weren't enough to send you on your high, suguru slid two long fingers inside your entrance, pumping them in and out roughly. he curled them just right, rubbing mercilessly against that spongey spot inside that makes your toes curl.
obviously, he knew what he was doing. the sound of his tongue sloppily sliding against your pussy and the sharp whines you let out when his fingers stretched a little too far punctuated the air.
before long, tears were streaming down your face, collecting at the bunched up fabric of your shirt.
"ah, don't cry, baby," he mumbled, muffled against your folds, the sound of his voice vibrating through your body. "if you can't handle this, how are you supposed to take all of me?"
just as you were approaching your peak, his fingers slid out of your clenching walls. you watched, panting, as he slipped them under the mask, never breaking eye contact.
you assumed he was licking his fingers, judging by the way his jaw was working as he surged up to meet your mouth, slipping the fabric to just the bridge of his nose, exposing the tilt of his jaw as he presses his lips to yours fervently.
"see how good you taste?" he murmured. "now you understand why i can't wait any longer. i need to be in you now. i can't wait another second."
there was a moment of silent as suguru fumbled with his belt, freeing his aching cock. the swollen head was already leaking pre-cum as he grabbed himself and pumped a few times, coating his shaft in the slick fluid.
no condom. nothing. just raw, with a stranger.
your eyes widened. "s-shouldn't we---"
"you want me to wait, darling?" he said, nipping at your ear. "i thought i already told you how much i hate waiting."
"but you're not---"
"you don't want it?"
his eyes were intent. even if you said no, it wouldn't change a thing.
"tell me you don't want it," he continued. "that you don't want me fucking you raw right here. wouldn't you look so pretty carrying my child?"
suguru's forehead slumped back against your shoulder, a groan shuddering through his body, as if the very thought was too much to bear. the tip of his cock brushed against your clothes.
"please..." you whimpered just from the contact.
"yes, pretty?" he managed, voice ragged and thoroughly destroyed.
"please j-just fuck me," you whined, pulling him down closer to you by the fabric of his mask, gasping at the way his eyes blew wide when he slammed his hips forward, burying his thick cock inside your tight cunt with one brutal thrust.
suguru set a punishing past with the snap of his hips, belt clinking from around his ankles as the planes of his body pressed deeper into yours.
you didn't expect him to keep talking you through it, but his fingers dipped into the slick gushing out of you and rubbed slow, tantalizing circles on your clit.
"i've seen you, you know. i've watched you touch yourself, rubbing this pretty little clit when you think no one's watching. i know you've been waiting someone to fuck you until you can't walk straight."
you couldn't do anything but mewl back into his touch, nearly sobbing into his hot, open-mouthed kisses. he pulled back and grinned, eyes lilted.
"those little boys you bring home never do it for you, hm? that's okay, baby, you have me now. got me addicted to this pretty little pussy," he cooed, rolling his hips against yours.
"i—hah—i thought of killing them," he admitted against your skin, not so quiet against his harsh pounding. "i was on my way to get rid of them, but then you—oh, you came along with that pretty face and these gorgeous eyes just begging me to fuck you stupid right here."
his words got strung together, thrusts sloppy but his fingers still rubbed tight, precise on your clit.
"c'mon, baby, cum for me." and it almost sounded like he was... begging you? "c'mon, you can do it. you can do it." he chanted it like it was a mantra into the hollow of your neck, to the column of your throat, pressing wet, heady kisses to the skin there.
but suguru never begged. you didn't know that. and for every sharp jolt his fingers had on the climb to your orgasm, your walls were milking him a little more, legs locking around his waist a little tighter.
"i know you can cum, baby," he crooned, suddenly clear through the blur of tears. "you can cum while i hold you down and rail this slutty little cunt."
you didn't think he could go any faster or any harder, but he managed to prove you wrong all at once when his forearm barred against your throat and the slow, seductive roll of his hips once more turned frantic, chasing a shared high.
"i—ah!—'m close!"
"aww," he purred, tracing a finger down your tear-stained cheeks, "listen to you, cumming on command like the good, pathetic little girl you are."
your orgasm snapped your body in two, arching your back against his chest, tits barely restrained by your bra. thick ropes of cum shot against your womb as you clenched around him.
suguru panted, lapping at your cheeks, and you felt him smirking against your skin. he pulled the hem of your shirt down and then the band of your panties far enough so that globs of his cum stayed plastered to the insides.
it would've been embarrassing if not for the way he was sizing you up, tongue darting over his lips, eyes feverish and blazing.
"we're not done yet, baby," he mused as he snapped the waistband of your pants back above your hips, patting your stomach like he could see the way his cockhead had just abused your womb.
for everything he had just done, suguru's touch was gentle as he grasped your fingers and pulled you up onto shaky legs, guiding you back to the alley with his van. and for once, you let it happen.
he fucked good. it had been a while. the haze of your eyes shrouded the fact that this was wrong and probably dangerous. that monster in his pants made up for it, right?
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should i write part two where suguru is driving and he plays with us still dripping with his cum... first date kinda nervy...
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