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so i’m kinda new here but i love it and i wish to thank you for the treasures you’ve shared with us! but anyways i would like to ask for Toji maybe a tipsy-roommate feel if that’s okay with you

✑ w. intoxication, creampie, unprotected sex, dirty talk, manipulation/gaslighting innuendos, soft dom toji

✑ n. first off, welcome anon and thank you for your kind words! means a lot that you enjoy my posts. so, im not doing asks at the moment because of my writer’s block and how sporadic i am, but i did have something similar already in my drafts so i hope this was okay. my apologies.

toji fushiguro

he’s as sober as he is drunk; the real curse behind his oh so heavenly restriction. the old dog can’t even enjoy a good drink but he’s always the first one to start the bottle. the first one to make the move—there were other ways to get a good buzz.

“doesn’t seem fair only one of us gets too feel good,” he’d murmur against your skin, unabashed about his wanton fingers slipping past the hem of your shorts or brushing up along the crux of your heat. “what do you say, kid? why don’t we balance things out?”

despite being only a few years younger, he was adamant on the nickname, no matter how much you hated it. however between his chameleonic charm and the alcohol, it doesn’t take much to convince you. consequently his idea of balance is down another bottle and you straddled around his lap, keeping steady over his hefty flushed cock. with nowhere to go but down the middle and up again until you’re finally stuffed full, feeling every ample vein, whining about just how big he is.

“oh baby,” he’d moan, his large hands scaling your shuddering thighs before generously filling themselves with the plush of your ass. “but you take me so well, riding my dick like that.”

toji’s tongue is as vulgar as it is warm, yet you still suck it down like a vice. your soft moans from his tightening grasp around your waist turning into desperate whimpers as he bucks up into your throbbing walls with a crude pace. his plump tip cozying up against that spot that makes you melt right through your first orgasm, and lull in the second with a tight squeeze.

“there you go baby, make us feel good.” he’s dazed with your spasms against him, and maybe bit too possessive in his grip when you stuff his head into your chest while bouncing on his cock in vain. aching and desperate, his name falls from your tongue as a velvety mantra. a stroke to his bruised ego, and a spark to a hot white flame deep in the apex of his thighs. then and only then does that buzz kick in, putting spots in his vision, and taming his visceral growls into soft hums across your collarbone. “too good for me.”

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SEND IT

✑ ciq. gojo satoru

✑ w. contextual voyeurism+ exhibitionism, implied oral, no reader orgasm, established relationship

✑ n. the strongest man in the world also tends to be a natural born whore on camera. its the highlight of his away missions. anyways let’s normalize sending videos with the sound on. not proofread, like at all, my apologies in advance. hopefully you all still enjoy!

gojo sataoru

💌 you have ( 1 ) new message!

it’s unsolicited; an impromptu message late into the night that you don’t expect much from at first, but the blacked out bubble and it’s play button baits you in. there’s nothing to grasp in the first seconds, no warning of the big idea and just painful sounds of friction while the camera is repositioned. there’d been too many possibilities behind what you were waiting for, and that mystery finds your curiosity despite your exhaustion. so when light strikes a comprehensive surface and reflects back to the camera your patience is generously rewarded

it’s a sobering realization when the lewd shape comes into focus and the deep grunt behind the camera only confirms that it’s a shared moment of clarity when his cock comes into view, dead center of the camera.

oh. oh…

his large hand encases his girth with much more ease than both of yours combined ever could, caressing it’s length in gentle rhythmic pumps. each delicate thick vein throbbing to the flushed glistening tip of his cock, a familiar sight that has your mouth salivating. is it sad to admit you’re kind of jealous?

credit where it’s due—satoru’s big. a simple fact your legs so desperately clench at and had you never felt every last inch buried deep beneath them, you’d been squeezing them shut for much different reasons.

“you’re making me drip baby,” he whispered out, whatever fantasy in his head making his quick strokes slow just a bit. “you want to see that cock drip?”

immersed and fully invested, you nod as if he’s right there in front of you, watching as he slowly tugged down to the hilt and back to the tip. a single perfect pearly bead dribbling from his slit.

“bet you wish i was there, huh?” you can hear the smirk in his tease, but when his strokes hasten again he grunts. “don’t worry baby, i miss you too. i miss you a lot.”

the camera wobbles with his heavy breaths while he abuses his tip. up and down. up and down. you watch attentively as his hands swivels in the motion, stopping every so often to wag the harden limb. “i miss that pretty little mouth milking me dry…you miss my cock on your tongue baby? mhm, yeah you do.”

his rambling rattles your throat, hollows your chest, and warms your core. the tendon in his hands become more rigid as he stiffens his grip, thrusting his hips up into his fist. “you’re gonna make me cum, oh fuck—”

satoru can hardly get the words out before his legs straighten, and his cock jerks in his tight grip pumping thick white ropes of cum down his hand and all around his length till it’s pooling against his hilt. allowing for the camera to capture a few last strokes before leaving you in a thick simmering layer of sweat and a waking frustration that would take all night to calm.

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naw cause y’all usernames really be something else, they’re so specifically curated. like thank you nanamisleftballhairs for following.

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PRETTY TREASURES

✑ ciq. nanami kento, suguru geto

✑ w. unprotected sex, creampie, implied overstimulation, oral sex, manhandling, throatpie.

✑ n. suguru has been living rent free in my head, and now i wish he was down my throat so here you go. enjoy! future edit: jesus christ nanami has me sweating, it’s always the quiet ones.

nanami kento

now perfection is subjective—entirely dependent upon its beholder, but he knows you are a delicacy. a treasure everyone wants to have, but can’t, because despite appearances nanami kento is quite selfish. so it’s only right he treats you the best way he knows how; like the good little cumslut that you are. keeping both your heart and cunt loved unconditionally throughout the weekends.

and so the sticky bulbous tip of his cock is buried so deep into your sopping hole before either of you can finish dinner, let alone get to the bedroom. he’ll get you there eventually, but for the moment the dining table was just as effective, letting him have your walls fluttering for the nth time since he’s been home.

“again,” he grunts out the command feeling your subtle signaling twitches against his hilt, fingers burying into your hips with a bruising grip. bringing you down onto him with a force that’s rocking the sense out of you and the china off the dining table. “one more time, angel. you can do that for me, can’t you love? cum for me one more time.”

drunk of the feeling of such euphoria you can’t point out how that’s what he said the last time and the time before that, or scold him for the silverware. so you let your eyes water when his hand meets your mound, pressing a thumb hard against the nub between it till you’re sobbing. dripping all over his throbbing cock, begging on his tongue for his load.

it’s a plead that makes his balls heavy, desperate to get every last drop deep into your cunt since you’ve been so good for him. the sudden hyperfixation to have you oozing, brings his chest pressing against the back of your thighs and hands gripping the sides of the table, caging you beneath him one minute. then in the next has his cock drilling into you with long deep strokes that has his leaking tip jerking against every ridge; spurting out thick ropes of his seed.

the snapping tension is too potent for his senses and with a deep grunt he’s biting your shoulder. a little nip that would certainly leave a mark in the morning, for the rest of the world to see, when he’s spoiling you silly as an apology.

suguru geto ( vol. 0 )

the obsession goes both ways, an addiction that either of you just can’t seem to quit. not that he’d ever let you; between the sweet nothings, or his sly grin your hypnotized. enticed by the way his hands wear your neck and how his lips mold against yours as if they’d always belonged. while he’s keen to every one of your reactions, each one finding a new way to have his cock eager and responsive.

hot and only half erected, his length was always a delectable shade of rose when it springs free. each new thick vein throbbing into action desperate to reach the tip. one long affectionate swipe of your tongue has him full sprung.

“you want some help?” he’d offer, and without hesitation his large hands instinctively reach forward to brush a few measly stray hairs from your face. wanton fingers stroking down your cheek. there’s genuine concern in his low voice but still very mischievous at the core tone.

but you can only moan in anticipation, eyes fixed with a lustful hunger. assuring him that you can handle it.

“go on then.” there’s a low rumble from deep within his chest, a gruff grunt that speaks for itself. “handle me.”

you press him against your lips, offering careful open kisses along his length, having it crown your face sweetly with it’s girth. he breathes out a curse with a noticeable sounding grin. though it vanishes when you taste him, guiding his tip to press up to the back of your throat. letting your nose crush against his pelvis and hands trace his abs. then your doing it all over again, slow and tender, worshiping the hunk of man in your mouth. his hands are stagnant up until then and they keep you in the compromising position, while his impatience brings his hips up to a quicker pace. which is fast, rough, and hungry. the throbbing flesh on your tongue burning away every sensible thought in your mind. other than the agreement with your inner voice that his cock taste wonderful. all while there’s tears in your eyes drool pooling from your lips and down to his hilt.

“look at you,” he moaned proudly. “milking my cock like a pro.”

the praise he speaks softly into the scandalous symphony of your hallowing cheeks opens your throat up to more of him. letting your tongue rub him raw with each salacious wet croak, stroking those sweet pretty breathy moans from him effortlessly, till he’s shoving your nose back down against his pelvis. spilling his nectar down that filthy throat of yours and having it dribble from your lips. your kept there for as long as he allows, giving you every last drop from every last pulse into your mouth with a satisfied sigh; head dropping back, and eyes rolling close.

but there’s a hearty chuckle that rattles his chest when he looks back up to watch you lean up, looking at him with admiration pleading for something more. “aren’t you a greedy little thing.”

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MATING PRESS

✑ ciq. tengen uzui, suguru geto

✑ w. creampie, breeding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, praising, implied: voyeurism/exhibitionism + size difference + gaslighting/manipulation + choking.

✑ n. couldn’t stop thinking about these two and so here’s something light—might be making more of these, whole fics are hard for me right now. anyways, enjoy!

tengen uzui

you’re much more older than the others, which unfortunately meant older blood. to your father it’s tradition within the first two years within a marriage to be with child, but of course when does a hashira find time for children. it’s a trick question; there never was a right time. not to mention it already been somewhat unethical having three wives let alone four. it was safe to say your parents weren’t his biggest fans, if they weren’t already.

needless to say in the face of retirement, his libido is perpetual and makes up for times spent in abstinence. suddenly mini versions of him running around doesn’t sound to bad, especially the process of conceiving one. the others can’t keep up with his stamina but you—you take his cock like a champ. letting it drill into you with no avail, that little hole of yours still feeling tight as the first time he sheathed himself deep inside of you. until his tip meets your cervix each time with a chaste kiss, and he’s drawing back again, brushing up against that spot the makes you throb.

the first load should be the one that takes, it’s the most copious and deepest. though just in case it doesn’t, he uses it as a natural lube for when he’s ready to give you another. pulsing like a stallion, all while nibbling on your neck and suckling on your nipples, praising that cunt of yours for being so good for him.

“you look so pretty taking my cock like that, you know that sweetheart? makes me want to fill you up even more.”

you’re mewling in his ear, head empty, save for the tension of another orgasm. after the second one you’re starting to check out, melting beneath him and becoming a quivering mess. “there you go baby, cum for me. cum for me and ill give you more.”

you always become more flexible this far into his loving and so he pushes your knees back till their touching your elbows, straighten his legs and fucks a new load into you. then another one and one after that, until he’s shooting blanks or has your cunt a swollen, bruised, and sticky wet mess.

he’s too proud of himself in the end, finding promise in your excited breath and pleading whimpers when he slides out of you. his thick seed pouring from your crevice in a slow flow. if after all that, you still didn’t bear an heir, he’d have no other choice to do it all over again. oh no, what an absolute shame.

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suguru geto ( post vol. 0 )

he’s a stickler for loyalty, and all it’s scarcity. so it’s a no brainer (im not sorry) that his tools are, well, just that. you on the other hand, are far too special for him to be placed within such a lackluster category. he should let you go, kill you even, but it’s the ache you drive in his loins that keeps his bias.

and so his tongue slithers over your folds—without shame—as if it’s his last super. no one’s to blame but he much rather split you open suck your cunt and mumble sweet scoldings than accept that maybe you mean much more too him than he realizes.

“if you’re going to be this sweet, i have no choice but to taste you right here and now.” suguru would coo from between your thighs, his large hands keeping them spread wider than necessary. he loves to watch you twitch under his tongue.

sure suguru’s tone is gentle most of the time, but his words are filth, and the way how he handles your body is not. the way how he saw it; if you insisted on enticing him, then he insists that you should deal with the consequences of your charm. anytime. anywhere. it’s humiliating, but fuels your arousal when he finally stretches you out, hands locked around your neck, and lips ghosting over yours. the possibility of hanami, jogo, or mahito stumbling upon your cock stuffed hole has you gushing over him.

“keeping whining like that and you’ll only have yourself to blame when they come looking for us,” he’d say all while pounding into your walls, “they’ll see just how much you love my cock.”

when even the slightest inkling of a conscience dawns on you, your legs quiver and just barely close. but he’s bigger, in more ways than one, and so his hands dig into the back of your thighs keeping you spread and folded.

“no, no, no my sweet thing, this is the best part. i want to see this pretty little pussy of yours cream all over me.”

obsessed. that’s what he is. the first time he touched you, he had your heat gleaming, spasming, silently begging for him to pump it full. between your own desperate desire and his consistency, his girth had your walls churning till they smothered his cock white. it was a compliment to his ego, and only made him piston into you before it isn’t long till he is adding his own pearly mix. your orgasms always exploded through you, rippled into your lungs and out into the world with a shrill cry. music to his ears; and to be honest, he wants them to hear, to find you melting all over his cock so they know: “this one is mine.”

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ah lott, you’re so sweet 🥹. have i told you just how much i love you?

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KARMA

• premise; he's seen a lot of curses in his time, how they damage those around them but would gladly be the savior if it meant getting his fill.

• pairing; vol.0!suguru geto x reader [ nsfw ]

• words; 3,779

• note & warning; so this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, wasn’t going to post it since i kinda hate it but…fuck it. here’s some vol 0 suguru. enjoy, i guess? oh yeah, you guys know i can’t proof read for shit so some grammatical mistakes. it isn’t crazy, just some light degradation, choking, if you squint really hard gaslighting and manipulation, lastly unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it )

Suguru Geto was a name that went alongside indiscretion, and his presence was not always as welcomed as he would have wanted. A cursory circumstance; whether you liked him or despised him, either way, it was a grisly fate that awaited those who were brave enough to stand in his opposition. No stranger to your sharp tongue or defiance, he was well aware that this time around it was hatred that followed his character.

Submission was demanded through intimidation. A predator of the defenseless, feeding on their vulnerabilities. Curses were not just seen by everyone, not totally, but that didn't make them any less of a threat. And, his talent to discern the evil among humanity earned him respect. Why the interests of your destitute elders collide with his vanity. Believing that the hand of a God would save your body from those so-called demons, not realizing that they were handing you over to a devil. Beseeching him to remove the impurity from your hips.

"All the king’s horses and all the king’s men," were his exact words. Neither formal compliance nor rejection, but he knew his voice—resonant and filled with merited arrogance— kept meaning with you.

He did, however, appreciate the irony of your reliance on his every last word. After all, you did your best to denigrate every single one (in what he would consider a pitiful insurrection). Your feeble attempts to regulate the rush of excitement, the curse's ferocious hunger; it was all amusing. Finally, Karma was on his side.

Most evenings were spent in silence, excluding your whines now and then. He’d offer a glance at where your curse had opted to feed and immediately found himself taken with how swiftly your body reacted to such an illusory touch. The very idea of modesty lost beneath midnight, but it was the ghostly sight of your pleasure that had buried his consciousness alive. Condemning his sorrowful insomnia, this was a far better reason to be awake rather than simple paranoia.

A full state of obedience that begged for more, a wonderful warm pink glow in your cheeks to rival the one he envisioned below your pelvis, and with that his blood starts to boil. The very concept of your flavor was contemporary and nothing short of delicious to his imagination. Tender flesh, more delicate than anything his tongue had ever encountered.

Suguru's self-indulgence is why, more often than not, a glance transforms into a gaze. Seeing you surrender to the greedy hands of your curse, whether it was between your knees or your chest. Your desperate efforts to keep the sounds of your pleasure at bay only fuel his need to hear them out in the open. More or less commanded by his own hand.

What was to be your moments of humility have devolved into nothing more than his own punishment. Because, with all his senses obscured by a long-neglected hunger, he can't help but succumb to his curiosity. Longing for a taste, a feel. "Curses are a product of humanity's indiscretion."

And as his voice fills the night for the first time in what seems like weeks, you could only raise your usual objections. The day went on longer for not only him it would seem, "I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures."

Not that he'd have it any other way, your stubbornness is the only constant in all his confusion. It was almost...assuring.

"The incompetence of emotion feeds their livelihood, it is their life force." All but one of the candles went out, their flames smother by his dull fingers. "Without their hunger, they might as well already be dead."

"Let me guess, I should probably be thanking you for all you've done for me and my people."

Suguru chuckled wryly, allowing for the moon's turmoil to guide his eyes to the back of your frame. The frail pins in your hair, help the back of your neck remain subjected to attention. His fingers twitched at the thought of being coiled around it, trapped in its delicacy and his fervor.

“Wouldn’t think a monkey like you were capable of gratitude.” His words, low as they were, picked your nerves apart. He could very much feel it. The usual condescension in his tone stirs the rebellion in you that’s been dormant for days. Thickening the tension that suffocates his sagacity.

The room, his room—Suguru found too much enjoyment in your suffering to have you settle with the rest of his flock. More importantly, even though you were a thorn in his side, you were inexplicably dangerous among the others. Whether it was Suda's disapproval or your ignorance, death wasn't yet an impossibility. Exasperating as it was, you were of no use to him dead, and with the furrow of your brow compromised by the warm color in your cheeks—it would be a shame to let such an opportunity waste. As much of a nuisance that was, he’d give credit where it was due and your skin under moonlight deserved much more than praise. It deserved a mark, specifically those of his teeth.

"Don't call me that."

He hummed, stepping forward to hover at the foot of the bed. The robes hung loosely from his shoulders barely kept up with their duties at this hour. Putting up on display the full course of his well-fitted chest, something unusual for a supposed monk. The thought was slightly promiscuous with the gentle expression in his half-lidded eyes. “And what should I call you, if it is not the very thing you are?”

You'd have half a mind letting him call you something so degrading, but Suguru’s only explanation for your quietness resides in the beady eyes of your pudgy curse peering at him from the shadows. It’s sticky hands creeping up for a feel of your chest, while two more creep around your hips.

The disgusting creature, he noted while your breath rushes through your lips, has a habit of going straight for its meal. Groping feverishly at the axis of your thighs, which he found pitiful. To enjoy the fruits of labor, it first must be earned and if it were up to him he'd earn your taste. Starting slow until it's like meat falling from the bone.

Your whimper is tempting but Suguru takes a moment to watch the pressure work over your body. How it fights to keep from crumbling right where you sat on his bed.

“You wish to be something more, to replace that fear of being nothing, so my callings are a threat to you, but you see…” He trailed, bringing a finger to your chin, forcing your lustful eyes to look upon his own. “In this world, those who are blind can never expect to see the heavens without first witnessing hell.”

The curse-user pulled at your bottom lip before he pressed his thumb to your tongue. The warmth of your mouth ran straight through his body with a shock. And as your breath meets his skin, all else fades without importance.

He suppose, killing the curse the first time he laid eyes on it would've saved him the trouble in his loins, but the defying salacious look all over your face would've been lost to the constant pondering of what if. So with no hesitation, he pushed his finger further into your mouth half expecting some sort of wrenching resistance but there was nothing.

“Well, well,” he mused, “You really do have such a filthy mouth.”

Your groan only encouraged his teasing, and the saliva gathered around his digit traces your lips entirely until they glistened. Suguru clicked his tongue, “We’ll just have to fix that as well. Give it something else to do other than run on and on.”

The worrisome expression on your face is all the more amusing when it dilutes into a flustered and timid blush. “Relax, pet, I’m not the monster you make me out to be. Not even I am that cruel. Besides you wouldn’t be able to handle all of me in one night.”

It was as if he could see the cogs turning behind your eyes, their little glimmer from the scattered moonlight illuminating a look he’s never seen in them. Fascinating was the first word to come to mind, anything after followed a play of what he would do to you within the span of the next few minutes.

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To know that you'd been right all along about the snake their garden.” He cajoled, cupping your jaw with the same hand t before leaning down to brush his lips against your neck. “Or is it something else?”

The intoxicating gentle scent of jasmine and vanilla bombards his nose at such close range; it’s suffocating. With one deep breath and a feathery kiss just beneath your ear, he is addicted. He grinned at the patent irony, unabashed about whether or not you can feel his lips spread.

“Don’t-“ you choked out to his surprise.

And it’s then he sees it in his lowering gaze, just how tightly your knees are clamped together. Grasping at the little friction your thighs give off. Though more importantly, the tender swelling poking out from the fabric that covers your chest. Admittedly it was a bit of a chill evening but your reaction wasn’t just provoked by the cold.

He hummed, grinning wider now, still lingering below your ear. “What was that little one? Don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me now? I was looking forward to that fire of yours.”

The curse, still annoyingly alive, gurgled, and soon after you whimper directly into his ear. “Don’t tease me.”

At this, he shoots up with a rambunctious chuckle. Pulling away from you in amusement. The single candle left gave him enough light to work with the embarrassment written into your expression.

“You know, you’re quite cute,” Suguru smirked, “Rebellious and stubborn one minute, and the next you’re a flustered mess. I can’t help but to be flattered knowing I have this much of an affect on you.”

“Fuck you.”

“We’ll get to that part, but first…” he quipped, raking back a few strays of hair that managed to slip free from their tie. His tone grows darker when he speaks again, “Admit just how you need a tyrant like me to heal that body of yours. That is what you called me isn’t it, a tyrant?”

Amongst all the words in your colorful vocabulary, 'tyrant' is the one that stuck with him the most. A newfound sense of pride came from hearing it. It's inaccurate but precious to think that you're well established to waste your strength on non-curse users.

“Is that not the very thing you are?” You mock his words from earlier, and while he knows it’s a weak jab at his ego Suguru scoffs.

“Even now you pass judgment,” he looked down at you with a condescending brow. “When your body is the way it is. If I were you I’d beg.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Let’s settle this,” he sighs pulling his hair-free. Letting a stream of black silk spill over his shoulders and down his face. “Beg.”

Your curse sputters out more of its incoherent nonsense when a new taste comes from your body, but between his temper and little patience, Suguru flicks his hand. He found it irritating, how such a filthy creature had been reaping his benefits. If only you weren’t so stubborn, he thought, then maybe you wouldn’t be in this state.

The curse shrinks in on itself, rounding over its edges into a dense mass of energy. The force its density has against the floor is loud but only a slight creak to your ears. He can see the mix of relief and confusion stretch in your brows as you tilt your head to look at him, wondering what's going on.

“If you know whats good for you,” —he worked his fingers through his hair, tying everything back up into a neat and quick bun— “don’t make me repeat myself.”

“You’re crazy,” you whisper out in disbelief. “What makes you think I’ll do what you say?”

“I don’t think,” he sneered, “I know you’ll do as I say. That is if you want to finally orgasm. How long has it been? Weeks?”

He can practically hear your heartbeat from where he stood, the change in your breathing as he works his obi from around his torso obvious to ears like his.

“Curses are restless, kill one and two more sprung up in its place. How long do you think it is before another sniffs you out?” There isn't much under his yukata, and when his obi is loose enough to collapse with the slightest touch Suguru looks at you expectantly.

“You don’t have to be so crude,” you murmur timidly, complying with the inevitable.

He could have teased you, but after exorcising the curse, Suguru had used up all of his patience. Instead, he stalked back over to the bed and appointed himself between your knees. Pinning your reaching wrists above your head, he let your scent fill his nose once more as his lips found your neck again.

“Then be a good pet,” he hummed gently against your skin. “Give me what I want and I’ll show you just how sweet I can be.”

You were used to everyone at your beck and call, following every order, having admiration follow your name. But then he slithered through the grass and into the clearing. He was well aware you wouldn’t succumb to his facade, but he never imagined it would lead the two of you here.

Your body, warm and writhing beneath him, responds easily to his touch. The way his lips trail down the ridge of your neck and along your collarbone, or the way his free hand skims the wide surface of your thigh as it folds around his hips.

“Suguru.”

It isn’t the first time you've said his name, but the gentle sultry tone in which it falls from your lips is a betrayal to all the times before. A sound sweet enough to stroke his ego, and have his cock twitch to life. Yet he’s antagonizing slow with his peppered kisses, each one aiding your arching back up further against him wanting more. And as he trails further down he keeps his eyes on your face; parting lips, skewed brows, and eyes rolled back.

Karma is so sweet to him, he thought giving one long swipe of his tongue down your sternum. Suguru can’t think of a better way to break your pride and reinforce his own.

“C’mon,” he cooed, “You can do better than that.”

“I…” you whisper with a voice that is not your own. It is too weak with desperation written so plainly into a single word. “I need it.”

“Need what?”

And in defeat, you rasp out “You. I need you.”

He doesn't hesitate to secure one of your breasts into his hot mouth and the other into his hand. Freeing your wrist to let them guide your hands into his hair. The tug on his scalp sends a jolt of electricity through him and settles in his groin. His lap presses firmly to the back of your thighs, giving acknowledgment to his growing bulge.

Your nipples harden under his tongue and fingers, inviting him in for more. He playful nips at them, and your hips relax into the bed, allowing him to press further against you. The length of your yukata never crossed his mind, but the more he pressed against you, the more obvious it became. He wouldn't complain about it now, your heat is keeping his erection entertained with occasional throbbing.

He lets go of your nipple with a slight pop, and then gives the next nipple the same abuse. Meeting your hips as you grind into him, it’s a faint sensation, the sticky dampness between you two. Whether it’s been from your arousal or his own, it makes things much easier.

Pulling back from your chest, he rests on his knees. Watching you heave feverishly awaiting his next move. He sheds from his yukata, and then pulls at yours, stripping you bare before him. His eyes are sharp, darkly baring into yours as his lips move parallel to his fingers to spit into them.

His hand is cold against his cock, but Suguru doesn’t hesitate to give himself a slow stroke down to the hilt and back to the tip. Watching your fluttering lashes staring at his hand while your hips buck in time with it. The warmth of his knuckles over your tender bud soothes the ache that’s been there for days.

“You look so pathetic,” he says softly. “So hungry for my cock.”

With no warning, he pushes your hips up against his lap, and fits his girth between your folds, as he thrusts slowly against you.

“And to think I was worried you’d ruin everything. If I’d known you’d been this desperate for a cock, I’d fuck you a lot sooner.”

You frown, getting ready to protest but with a few light taps over your clit with his tip and a slow thrust your mouth falls open for a different reason. “That’s it, no need to get all worked up. Just relax, and be a good pet. ”

He wore your walls thin, stretching you out around his cock to satisfy the inexplicable neediness in them. The gasp parting your lips is a mere compliment in dramatics. Suguru chuckled a low rumbling that reached deep into the pit of your stomach.

"Good," he mumbled, the pad of his thumb pressing against your clit. Teasing its ache with a gentle swipe, before spreading your labia wider. Eyeing where your body met his own.

 Suguru would’ve thought otherwise with just how homely it was there inside your cunt, but he was sure it wasn’t the first time you’ve been with a man, maybe the first in a long while. Still, surely not the first. 

He turned his attention back to where you needed it the most, pressing himself on top of the nerves. Your writhing made him seep deeper. Musing, he watched your hips roll over him, impatient with his stagnant position. "Like a bitch in heat, this is all you needed isn’t it? A good filling."

His pace was slow, but powerful and sharp all the same. Each thrust brings your hips onto him ruthlessly. A sting outweighed by pleasure. The drive anchoring you beneath him. "Don’t you...don’t you think you're being a little, fuck, rough."

There’s a moment of silence as he leans closer to your face, the closest he’s ever been, and the sincere plead in your brows makes him chuckle.

"Oh baby," He mewled, nose brushing up your cheek. Inhaling that scent he loved so much, before whispering "This isn’t even the half of it."

In line with his words, Suguru wrapped a hand around your throat with another on your side and rocked with a generous rhythm. Fucking into you without pity. All his stress from over the past week funneling into his pelvis slamming down into your own. You deserved this, earned it really. For causing him so much trouble. All because you’d been in need of a good fuck.

Surprised but unbothered by his hand around your throat, the slight squeeze made it barely seem as if it’d been there. As much as you drove him crazy, you made him feel equally as good. The face you give him as he drives into you proves the vice versa.

“There you go,” he breathed out. “Take it.”

And you do; you take every inch of his cock whimpering, whining, and moaning till there are tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Afraid to cry out and have everyone hear just how good he’s making you feel. So to compensate for his pleasure in drilling his cock into you mercilessly, his lips finally meet yours for the first time all night.

Suguru releases your neck and wraps his arm under you, pulling you closer, and swallows your groans. He was mental, absolutely insane, but the way you feel over his cock and his lips makes it all seem worth it. His curiosity was solved effortlessly. To have you melt for him, submit to him one way or another—he could cum right then and there. Though he didn’t want to be over so soon. He just got his hands on you, and so he slows his strokes, giving you both a chance to catch your breaths.

“Don’t stop,” you whisper on his lips. “For the love of god, please don’t stop.”

The sounds of your avidity, make him moan and for a minute he forgets everything that led up to that point. The only thought in his head was that sooner or later he was going explode. Helpless and craving for that release, he buries his head into your neck panting uncontrollably. His limbs are firm, tense with anticipation, “Cum for me.”

“Make me,” you beg. Even after your strong front earlier into the evening there you were begging.

He grunts at the slight contraction sucking him back in and take note of your legs locking around him. You were close. And so he shifted his weight around, grabbed a handful of your hair, and pulled your head back. Forcing your eyes to meet his own.

“Cum for me.” He repeated firmly, nearly drawing all the way out of your body to slam back inside at a bruising pace.

“Yes,” you whine once, then twice before doing so over and over with each one of his thrusts until finally, you’re shuddering beneath him.

Your fluttering walls, earn a few more sloppy thrusts until he rests his forehead against yours grunting lowly as his cock spasmed. Spilling the tension that bound his muscles. All over you. Inside you.

He holds you still, unable to handle any sudden movements. Even his own twitching proved to be a problem for his composure. It’s silent for a split second, nothing but heavy breaths filling in the ambience.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly after relearning to breathe. “Just answer me honestly. Are you really a monk?”

“Fuck,” he hissed his hand still tangled in your hair.

Suguru rolled his eyes, but still spared a glance at you. Your eyes are softer than normal, not filled with the usual hatred or disgust but with…hope.

“No,” he said flatly.

It’s then he noticed that the candle had long gone out and that he’d just been close enough to see the look on your face. While he expected some sort of reaction for having known the truth, there’s nothing but simple quiet despondent “okay” in return.

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how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

— “portrait of fryderyk in shifting light”, by richard siken

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