#happyaprilfools

“suguru,” you slur, poking his chest, “i’ve got a confession.” FRATBOY!SUGURU raises a brow, sipping his drink, calm as ever, cheap beer sloshing in your cup as you lean against the kitchen counter at the party. “i’ve had the fattest crush on you forever. like, real bad. think about you all the time—like naked, mostly. fucking you and stuff.” you giggle, half-joking but not really, the alcohol loosening your tongue.

he freezes, glass halfway to his lips. “that so?” you wave a hand, cackling. “april fool’s! gotcha, huh? i mean, maybe it’s half-true, but—whatever!” you stumble, expecting him to laugh it off, but he doesn’t. instead, he steps closer, towering over you, “half-true’s enough.”

next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink in the upstairs bathroom, jeans yanked down to your ankles, panties shoved aside. suguru’s fat cock slams into you, stretching your dripping cunt wide, thrusting deep and rough as he says, “think i haven’t wanted you forever? every damn day, driving me fuckin’ crazy?” you moan, loud and broken, as he grips your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to watch in the mirror—his dark eyes locked on yours, his thick length splitting you open with every brutal snap of his hips. “look at you, so fuckin’ pretty."

“fuck—suguru—” you whimper, legs trembling as he pounds you mercilessly, like he’s been starving for this forever—and he has. “said you think about me,” he pants, biting your neck, “so fuckin’ take it.” and you’re a mess, drunk on his cock now, walls clenching tight as he fucks you raw, the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room. “april fool’s on you, pretty.” and oh well, you don’t mind at all.

Everyone, it’s time I made an announcement!

I've decided I'm sick of birds and it's time to pursue my true artistic passion--gastropod gladiators.