𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ 18+ mdni.. bestfriend's brother!suguru.. pussy inspection?.. oral. f rec.. recording.. FYI severely not edited..

“And I bet you, you won’t have a royal flush by the end of this game,” you challenged Suguru Geto. Your best friend’s older brother by 6 years. The same person you grew up hanging around. And the same person you were currently playing cards with because your fake ass friend went out to run a quick errand. 

You weren’t mad, just… flustered? Being left alone with her older brother, who always watches you like a predator waiting any second to pounce on their prey. 

He did offer to buy what she needed, but she said no and left. 

It’s not like you were scared of him (you were), you grew up around him. It’s just that things are different now. He’s older and bigger, and hotter. And has abs now. Like what? 

“And if I end up with that by the end of the game, then?” he said, voice low, in a soothing way. 

“Then… You um.. You can get whatever you want.” 

“Whatever I want?” a pause, “Really?” 

“Yes, really.” 

For some reason, you were starting to feel hot under his piercing gaze. Those heavy eyes of his that undressed you before actions ever could. 

“What will you give me?” 

“Whatever you want, Suguru,” you groaned, repeating yourself, making him grin. “No take-backs, ok?” 

“Why… what do you want?” There was a small chance you might be regretting your words now. What if he makes you do something embarrassing or eat an insect or– or–

“You’ll see,” was all he said before grabbing the first card from the deck, placing it face up on the glass circle table that was centered in front of the dark leather sofa you and he were sharing, sitting on opposite ends. 

The game was coming closer to an end, and victory seemed far from reality for you. But Suguru ending with a royal flush was so fucking unlikely that you were relaxed. Even if you lost, Suguru technically wouldn’t win. 

Yeah. Or so you thought. Even with the impossible chances, once the game finished, and you accepted your loss, Suguru turned his hand in your direction, being met with what you could only describe as bullshit. 

There was no fucking way this man pulled it off. Whether he cheated or didn’t, the chances of getting a Royal Flush are incredibly low. One in a Million type beat. So how? 

While you were having an existential crisis, pacing around the living room, Suguru came up behind you, wrapping those large, veiny arms around your midsection, making you jump. 

“So about that deal.” 

“...what do you want.. And– before you say anything, I’m not eating inse–”

“Let me play with your pussy.” 

What?

—

Somehow, your friend was still missing, and some-fucking-how in that time frame of her not being a part of her own household, you have somehow managed to fuck yourself up both physically and mentally and have gotten in bed with your friend’s older brother—in his bed—while he inspects your pussy like it’s a cold case. 

“You keep twitching, are you horny?” Geto teases, his warm breath fanning over your exposed cunt. 

“N-no, dickhead, I’m just— ohh– fuck!” You choke on your words—saliva—leaving the sentence on a cliffhanger. Suguru’s rough fingers, the backside, ghost over your swollen clit before leaving a harsh flick that has you moaning in pleasure. 

“Such a dirty liar and masochist,” The man coos, 2 fingers circling your entrance, all that unused slick sticking to his fingers, trailing them up to your poor abused clit, massaging the little bud between the 2 damp pads, rolling it between them. 

You bite your lower lip, shutting your eyes tight enough to hopefully wake up from whatever dream this is or fall asleep. But neither happened. Your body is too aware to fall asleep and too awake to be dreaming. 

Biting back any noises that threaten to slip out while he teases you like an untouched instrument. 

“Sugu–” 

“I’m going to record, ok?” 

“What!?” 

“Relax, I won’t show anyone,” he says calmly, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his grey sweats. You want to fight him, but do you really? As much as you want to run and kick him in the face, he can clearly see you’re enjoying this far more than him. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he grins, your eyes squinting from the bright flash of his phone. Is this fucker really filming with flash on?

Your body has a physical reaction to the thought of him just having a recording of your bare body at his disposal, anytime he needs. 

His fingers stretch and play with your cunt, pulling it in all sorts of directions, getting every part of you on camera. He even films your insides as he slowly pushes the 2 fingers he’s been using on you inside. Watching how they fill your needy little hole. Your back arches, fingers tangled in the sheets, pulling harder. Eyes wandering over his perfect face, ‌stray hairs falling over his face, while the rest is messily tied. 

“She likes it,” he says, grinning at your reaction to his words. Face twisting in pleasure. 

“Record,” he demands, abruptly handing you the phone, not giving any sort of warning before diving in between your parted thighs. 

His soft lips come into contact with your soaking wet cunt. Tracing along your clit and down to your hole. Slipping his tongue inside, watching as your eyes roll to the back of your head, one of your hands unsteadily holding the camera, having it angled down to his hair while he devours you like a starved man. 

“You have the softest and sweetest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven, doll,” the man says with a mouthful, the vibrations reaching your core. His hands gripping and massaging your thighs, matching the rhythm of his tongue that moved like it knew its way around your body. 

He licks every corner and bump that sends you higher than the 7 skies. Touching each part that elicits the sluttiest noises out of your mouth and the tightest spasms from your muscles. 

His fingers dug into the squishy flesh of your thighs, nose bumping against your clit, leaving your thighs trembling. 

“So fucking—mm, good,” he groaned, making you scream his name, a way of informing him that you’re close, already. Might be one of your quickest orgasms. 

“Come on, pretty girl, I’m nowhere near done playing with you,” he chuckles at your needy whine at his words, “ok, ok, you can cum, go on.” 

Your back arches off the bed, phone slipping from your loose grip, landing somewhere in the sheets. 

He keeps sucking and licking and drinking you in like sin. Enjoying every untouched part of you. 

Your body shakes as release crashed over you in waves. Suguru slows his roll. Sucking more sensually, flicking your clit with his tongue only when needed. Once he’s pleased with your orgasm and your sudden body jolts, he pulls back. 

The dim glow in the room illuminated his slick-covered lips and chin, and that filthy smirk plastered across his face. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up before my sister beats both our asses,” he grins. Helping you up. 

“I’m never playing cards with you again.” 

“By the way, I cheated.” 

“You son of a–”

A/N: im back from my mini something hiatus, also no part 2, leave me alone and i'm working on my longer fics, i swear, no more tiny one shots, i've js been rllyyyyy sick

pornstar!suguru who's first video sat on Pornhub with 75.8 million views, back when he was a moaning, whimpering mess getting ridden by another no-name actress, who was slung into stardom due to how hot that shoot was.

pornstar!suguru's latest video was reminiscent of it in a way; he was getting ridden, though now, the new actress was the whimpering, writhing mess every time his Prince Albert piercing kissed her cervix. After about five minutes, he gave up on her riding him and just started fucking up into her so the shoot could be over.

pornstar!suguru who primarily stayed single throughout his career... After an ex who had quite unsavory things to say about pornstar!shoko after coming across one of the films they were in together.

pornstar!suguru was fine with not going out with anyone—if they could demean another porn star, especially one of his closest friends... what could they be saying about him?

pornstar!suguru who felt almost speechless when pornstar!shoko invited him out to dinner with her old college roommate, recalling all the fun times the three of you had together just a few years prior. Instead, he was instantly flooded with the memory of losing his virginity to you on his shitty college dorm bed; for the first time in so long, he felt his face flushing... He could go through 20 tattoos, but the thought of you still made him weak.

pornstar!suguru came to the restaurant, pornstar!shoko chose, going as far as to dress up a little, wearing a button-up instead of his usual loose tee, and going as far as to throw on slacks he only bought for a shoot a few years before.

pornstar!suguru almost died when you pulled him into a hug, gushing about how long he'd grown out his hair, noting how silky it looked on his back... He could have sworn his heart stopped when you inspected his hand tattoos

pornstar!suguru who couldn't focus for half of dinner with how you kept smiling at him, giving him little updates on what you'd been up to since graduating, and how your eyes sparkled when he told you about his life lately.

pornstar!suguru felt like a freshman again when you kissed him goodbye, albeit it was on the cheek, but the feeling of your lips on his skin was a reminder of how things used to be—almost missing it when you told him you were moving back to tokyo and hoped to see him more often.

pornstar!suguru who jumped at the opportunity to help you move into your new apartment, quick to get your bed set up first, even decorating it for you just to ensure you had somewhere to sleep—then instantly regretted it when you flopped down stretching on the memory foam mattress, calling him over to 'feel how soft' the material was.

pornstar!suguru carefully laid next to you, nodding slightly in agreement that it was comfortable, when you sat up, joking that it was 'so much better' than the last bed you got him alone on, before lightly nudging his side—which wasn't wrong; it was an upgrade from his shitty twin-sized dorm bed.

pornstar!suguru whose muscles tensed up when you rested your head on his chest, fingers tracing over his tattoos, silently reminiscing on nights past—moments just like this that were still so different. "I miss this. I miss you"—those six words broke his heart and healed it in the same breath the moment they left his mouth. "Then come get me."

pornstar!suguru gave up on being a gentleman in that moment and climbed on top of you in an instant, hands already undoing the buttons on your shorts as you pushed his hair over his shoulder, his mouth pressing tender kisses to your forearm.

pornstar!suguru positioned his cockhead at your slit, slipping it through your wetness till his Prince Albert rubbed over your clit repeatedly. "Is this real to you?" He whispered, free hand gripping your hips. "Do I mean to you what you mean to me?" He stopped his dick right at your entrance, slowly easing his piercing in as you nodded frantically, pushing into you with a deep thrust. He covered your mouth as you cried out, tears brimming in your eyes while your back arched off the mattress.

pornstar!suguru whispered to you that it'd be ok as he started a steady & deep pace, sweeping his hand through your hair as he fucked you into the mattress, shushing you every time a whine managed to escape your throat. "I know, I know. Eyes on me, it's ok."

pornstar!suguru was already fighting an orgasm back two minutes in, forehead dropping to yours with an exhausted groan when your walls fluttered around his already throbbing cock. Pressing his lips into yours as his slow, calm pace turned into a frantic, groaning mess as he neared an orgasm.

pornstar!suguru who pulled your hips into his, and with a final mean thrust, spilled deep into you with a breathy whine as your arms wrapped around him, still shaking while he pressed soft kisses into your neck, his own arms wrapping around you to tug you into his chest as his cum slowly dripped onto your new bedsheets.

the water laps warm around your waist as you surface for the last time, lungs burning, arms heavy from the final set he pushed you through. suguru stands at the edge of the pool, dark hair slicked back from the spray, towel slung low on his hips like he knew this was coming. his eyes track you the whole way, slow and heavy, the kind of look that says he’s been counting every stroke you gave him tonight.

“good girl,” he murmurs when you reach the wall, voice low enough that it barely carries over the quiet hum of the filtration system. one hand reaches down, fingers curling under your chin to tilt your face up. “you did exactly what i asked. every lap. no complaints.”

“i’ll need to practice more,” your chest is still heaving when he crouches, forearms resting on his thighs, close enough that you can smell the faint chlorine mixed with whatever soap he uses. he doesn’t rush. just watches the way your swimsuit clings, the way your nipples have tightened from the cool air hitting wet skin. his thumb brushes your lower lip once, almost absentmindedly.

“come here.”

you don’t even think about arguing. you push off the wall and he hauls you up like you weigh nothing, water sluicing down your body as he sets you on the tiled edge. his palms slide up your thighs, spreading them without ceremony, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just below the hem of your suit. the pool deck is empty, lights dimmed for after-hours, but the risk still sits low in your belly like a live wire.

“sugu..”

“shh,” he leans in, mouth hot against the inside of your knee. “you earned this,” he says, breath ghosting higher. one finger hooks the crotch of your swimsuit, tugging it aside with a wet sound that makes your face heat. “my perfect little swimmer. always so good and fucking tight for me after practice.”

the first press of his cock is slow, deliberate, the thick head nudging through slick folds already embarrassingly wet from more than just pool water. you gasp at the stretch, hands flying to his shoulders as he sinks in inch by inch, water still dripping from his hair onto your chest. he bottoms out with a quiet grunt, hips flush to yours, and stays there for a second, letting you feel every ridge, every pulse.

“breathe,” he reminds you, voice rougher now. his hands grip your ass, holding you open as he starts to move, shallow rolls at first that make the water ripple around your joined bodies. each thrust pushes you back against the cool tile, the contrast of hot cock and cold edge making your toes curl.

he fucks you steady, unhurried, like he’s got all night to ruin you. the sound is shameless, wet skin slapping, your soft whimpers echoing off the high ceiling. every time he drags out, the head of his cock catches just right, and when he pushes back in he grinds deep, hips circling to press against that spot that makes your vision spark white.

“look at you,” he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. one hand leaves your ass to slip between you, thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. “taking your reward so well. gonna come on my cock right here where anyone could walk in?”

your thighs tremble around his waist. he doesn’t speed up, just keeps that same relentless rhythm, deep and thorough, thumb stroking tight circles until your back arches and the orgasm crashes over you without warning. you clench around him, a broken moan spilling out, and he groans low in his throat, fucking you through it with a few more hard snaps of his hips before he stills, spilling hot inside you.

he doesn’t pull out right away. just stays buried, breathing hard against your neck, one hand stroking soothingly down your spine as the water settles around you both.