satoru knows it’s wrong. well, jerking off is normal, everyone can agree on that… it might just be a little less normal if it’s jerking off to your roommate and his girlfriend.

satoru can feel suguru’s headboard slamming through the shared wall as he fists his hard cock, pounding against the drywall again and again with every rough thrust he imagines suguru giving you.

even worse better, he can hear your sweet moans through the wall, loud and sultry. he pictures your eyes rolled back as you get fucked, drooling and clutching at the sheets while suguru pounds into you, skin plapping together as it meets when he fucks in and out.

“nghh… fuck sugu—fuck!” you cry out, loud. it’s so fucking erotic— the way you moan out and scream. and he mentally replaces sugurus name with his, imagining what you would feel like under him— you fucking him, dating him— not his stupid best friend who actually is the one currently banging you.

were you in missionary, doggy, something crazy he couldn’t imagine because he was still a virgin? the possibilities racked through his mind as he pumps his fists faster, gliding up and down smoothly because it’s coated in creamy pre-cum.

“mmf—hahhh fuckkkk—fuckin’ take it baby.” suguru spits out, breathy and scratchy as the words leave his throat, breathing heavy.

he knows it’s wrong, to wish he was the one fucking his best friends girlfriend, to pump his fist up and down his dick as he listens to you two fuck like animals one room down, it’s pathetic. he knows.

but his brain—well, hand— just goes on autopilot everytime he hears that first moan that slips from your soft lips and bed creak. he can’t help but draw his hand up and down his hard cock and rest his hand against the wall to listen in closer when you squeal out suguru’s name.

satoru’s other hand is tight slapped around his mouth, muffling every moan and groan and he fucks his tightly clasped palm.

thump. thump. thump.

plap. plap. plap.

you’re close. satoru can hear it in your moans as you get whinier and whinier, breaths short and suguru’s name leaves your mouth more often with suguru’s pace running faster, harder, now even satoru’s shelf on the shared wall is quivering with every thrust. and boy if that doesn’t make satoru closer, picturing just how hard suguru’s thrusting into you, how hard he could be thrusting into you in his imaginary world he met you first.

“haa fuck suguuu’—i’m gunna c—fuck fuck fuck!” you drawl out—for the third time this night—voice sounding even more fucked out, raspy and coarse from how much you’ve been squealing all night. how long has it even been? 30 minutes?

“yeah... shit... go on baby. cum on me.” suguru practically grunts out. “can’t do nothin’ but take it.”

satoru cums at that. the imagination of you being stuck under suguru—well in his thought him— and unable to do anything but just take it up your sweet, dripping cunt as you wail out for more. his whole world goes white, so far fucking gone as he spurts thick, creamy cum everywhere. all over his sheets, torso, he can’t even keep track of all the places it lands.

sorry but if you don’t like my writing you don’t have to read it. confused how you thought tumblr smutty fanfic by an 18 year old would be peak literature or even good at all.

i write like this because i’m online—a space where you don’t need to be grammatically correct— and it’s fun. i am not aiming to be the next jane austen and honestly i don’t care that you specifically do not approve of my blog. i do not need a random person on the internet’s two cents.

he’s never done anything like this before. never been under a girl—never even kissed a girl before, and yet, he’s under you. he doesn’t even know how. you’re hot, gorgeous, sexy, popular and way out of his league.

you’re straddling his hips so erotically—so sensually. you roll your hips, again and again—it drives him crazy— over his painfully hard length—still stuck in his thick sweatpants— that throbs under your movements.

his sounds are pathetic, really. pained whines ring in your ears, fast, jagged pants along your neck. oh and the whimpers. he whimpers and sniffles and fucking wails as he ruts up into your beautiful body that still feels surreal to him.

“haa..” he exhales. “mm y/n.. ngh.” he moans. over and over he makes those sweet sounds that demonstrate just how much of a virgin he is— with every stuttered breath you’re more and more convinced.

you kiss and suck up his neck harshly, drawing even more pitiful whines out of his now red lips.

“aah— pleaseee..” he wails. “hmmm ..more. please.” he drags out.

you bring your mouth up to his ear. “be a good boy and take that shirt off would ya?” you whisper. you can feel his elbows that hold him up buckle. you can feel his whole body shiver as he squints and throws his head back.

you lean back, giving him room to hastily—needily— practically rip his shirt off. he throws it somewhere random in his room, probably hitting one of his star trek—still in the box from 1975— figures that he wishes he put away if he new he was gonna have a girl come over.

you lean forward, trail your hands up his torso as he trembles under your warm touch. just that makes his hard dick pulse in his pants, even worse than a minute ago.

he almost nuts in his pants when you run your thumb over his sensitive nipples. he guesses god gave him momentary strength to hold back. well … atleast until then.

you dip your head right up to his face and lick up from his chin—over his lips, where drool pools as he’d been staring up at you, not caring about anything but you like he’s in a trance — up to his cupids bow.

he jerks and squirms around as he wallows and slams his head back into his headboard.

“oh ‘m god… ngh f—fuck .. no i—” he cums. right there, barely touched, pants not even off yet. oh my god was this embarrassing.

he sputters out apologies and pleas as his face flushes so fucking red and covers his face in his hands— blush still peaking out between the spaces of his fingers.

idea/ib— @sugurusbeloved (from this work) <3

well the facility who contained him before you took him in warned you. said unless he took his pills every night he’d go into crazy heats. you said “fuck it— can’t be that bad” and told him he didn’t need to take them. well that’s exactly how you ended up with a 6’4 man(/dog)whore who begs to nut in you.

he’ll randomly rut up into you against the counter, rip your clothes off and take what he needs as he moans against you neck that he’ll die if he doesnt cum deep in you. or lift one of your legs up while you’re sleeping and drive into you so deep because he just couldn’t resist your sweet cunt that could have your puppies he’s wanted since the day he met you !

this time he’s got you folded up like a lawn chair under his big frame. your bedframe slams and thuds against your wall with every deep, hard thrust that has you begging for more.

“mmf—fuck… toji !” you squeal out, head falling back into the pillows. “ha.. more— ngh god.”

he ruts even faster into your—now ruined—pussy. your wetness drips even further down to pool at your sheets.

“so good f’me. haa tight. fuck y’d be such a good mama.”

his thick knot bays at your dripping entrance, threatening to rip your hole open even further and stuff his puppies inside. he wants them so fucking bad. he wants to see you all swollen up because of him and his stupid cum. wants to see you hold them and feed them like a good mama. wants to see you leak from your tits and help you clean them up… with his mouth of course.

he gets so lost in the trance of imagining your future he starts pushing his fat knot into you instinctively. the stretch is unreal. you can’t do anything but sit back against the cum ridden sheets and tear stained pillows and take it.

it draws inside of you as you let out squeals and moans that want him to make you a mom even more. every part, characteristic and feature of you makes him want to fill you up with pups.

“please baby. mhm… you’ll carry my babies..? make me a daddy? please—ngh—need ‘em. you’ll do so fuckin’ good.”

his wide cock and broad knot pulse inside you as he draws even closer to his orgasm. his grip tightens on your knees, still folding you in that same, sultry position for what—an hour now..?

by the time he stuffs you full of his thick, goopy baby batter his head rests between your tits, tired out as you think he’s finally done. finally fucked out.