#Ethnic Shirts for Men
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paramparaadhotis · 21 days ago
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Exploring Salem's Finest: Top Silk Dhoti and Shirt Manufacturers for Quality and Tradition
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Salem Paramparas are the cornerstone of the region's textile heritage and are known for their skilled dhotis and stitchers. These artisans combine traditional craftsmanship with contemporary style to create high-quality cotton and silk dhotis maufacturers. Salem's clothing industry thrives with diverse products, including stylish ethnic shirts for men that honor cultural roots while catering to modern tastes. These makers place emphasis on durability and comfort, emphasizing quality materials and sustainable practices. Whether for celebratory occasions or everyday wear, Salem's products reflect the rich traditions and vibrant craftsmanship for which the region is famous.
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udaiporeonlinef · 1 year ago
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drippzofficial · 25 days ago
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What are the top online stores for men's t-shirts and polos, offering diverse styles and colors?
Drippz is renowned for its premium-quality, affordable t shirts. Currently they are offering the most contemporary men's t-shirts in basic to classic styles and a variety of colors.
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virattb · 9 months ago
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With the help of our in-depth guide to printed shirts for men, discover the ideal fashion statement. We look at how to confidently sport printed shirts with everything from striking patterns to understated styles. Discover the many materials, silhouettes, and events that work well with these adaptable pieces. Utilize our professional suggestions and styling guidance to easily elevate your outfit. Release your inner stylist with Tistabene's collection of printed shirts for men.
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menswearbrand · 3 months ago
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Elevate Your Wardrobe with Firangi Yarn: A Menswear Brand Focused on Organic Clothing
When it comes to menswear, Firangi Yarn stands out as a brand that marries tradition with innovation. Specializing in organic clothing for men, Firangi Yarn has made a name for itself with its unique blend of quirky designs, comfortable fabrics, and sustainable practices. Whether you're looking for a bold shirt, a classic kurta, or a modern co-ord set, Firangi Yarn has something to offer every style-conscious man.
Explore the World of Men's Shirts
Firangi Yarn’s shirt collection is anything but ordinary. From abstract prints to beach-ready designs, each shirt is crafted with attention to detail and a passion for creativity. The brand’s Cuban collar shirts add a retro vibe to your wardrobe, while the crochet styles bring a touch of texture and uniqueness. If you're planning a summer getaway or just looking to update your casual wear, Firangi Yarn’s half-sleeve party shirts are a must-have. Their lightweight and breathable fabrics make them perfect for any occasion, ensuring you stay cool and stylish.
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Step Up Your Ethnic Wear Game with Premium Kurtas
Firangi Yarn’s kurtas are a celebration of Indian craftsmanship. The collection includes a wide range of cotton kurtas, from the delicate Chikankari styles to vibrant embroidered pieces. Whether you're attending a festive occasion or simply want to embrace traditional wear, these kurtas offer a perfect blend of comfort and elegance. The Lakhnavi kurtas, known for their intricate detailing, and the men's mirror work kurtas, which add a dash of sparkle, are particularly noteworthy. These kurtas are not just garments; they are statements of style and heritage.
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Co-Ord Sets: The Modern Man’s Style Staple
For those who prefer a coordinated look, Firangi Yarn’s printed co-ord sets are the ideal choice. These sets are designed for the modern man who values both style and comfort. Perfect for casual outings or a day at the beach, the co-ord sets come in various prints and colors, allowing you to express your personality effortlessly. The easy-to-wear designs make them a versatile addition to any wardrobe, ensuring you look sharp with minimal effort.
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Lurex Shirts: Add a Touch of Sparkle
If you're looking to make a statement at your next party, Firangi Yarn’s Lurex shirts are the way to go. These half-sleeve party shirts are designed to stand out, with a subtle shimmer that catches the eye without being overpowering. The Lurex fabric adds a layer of sophistication, making these shirts perfect for special occasions where you want to shine—literally.
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Accessorize with Men's Jewelry
No outfit is complete without the right accessories, and Firangi Yarn’s men's jewelry collection is designed to elevate your style. Whether you're looking for something simple or a statement piece, the brand offers a variety of options that add elegance and sophistication to any look. The unique designs are crafted to complement the rest of the Firangi Yarn collection, ensuring a cohesive and polished appearance.
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Traditional Meets Comfort with Men's Salwar and Ethnic Pyjamas
Firangi Yarn understands the importance of comfort in traditional wear. Their collection of men's salwar and ethnic pyjamas is perfect for those who want to embrace cultural attire without compromising on ease. These garments are ideal for both traditional events and casual lounging, offering versatility and style in one package. Pair them with one of Firangi Yarn’s kurtas for a complete look that’s both comfortable and chic.
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Chic Comfort: Boyfriend Shirts for Women
Though Firangi Yarn is primarily a menswear brand, they haven't forgotten about the ladies. The boyfriend shirts for women are a testament to the brand’s commitment to comfort and style for all. These shirts are perfect for a casual yet chic look, offering the right blend of relaxed fit and trendy design. Whether you’re lounging at home or heading out with friends, these shirts provide effortless style with a touch of cool.
Explore Firangi Yarn's collection of boyfriend shirts for women
Final Thoughts
Firangi Yarn is more than just a menswear brand; it's a celebration of individuality, craftsmanship, and sustainability. With their wide range of products—from quirky shirts and elegant kurtas to stylish co-ord sets and unique jewelry—Firangi Yarn ensures that every man can find something that resonates with his personal style. Explore their collections today and take a step towards a more fashionable and sustainable wardrobe.
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rishabsingh12 · 9 months ago
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Wanna look cool? Explore beautiful Printed shirts for men online at Tistabene, starting from just 599 INR. Shop Now!
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thecuttingstory · 10 months ago
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Elevate your style with Rangtara Men's Fashion. Explore trendy apparel, stylish clothing, ethnic wear, kurtas, casual shirts, chic trousers, modern outfits, and formal wear for men.
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pickkro · 1 year ago
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wedding saree for women
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Find the perfect ensemble to adorn yourself on your wedding day and create timeless memories. Shop our handpicked range of wedding sarees to embrace the richness of Indian culture with a modern twist. Make a statement with your bridal attire and radiate beauty, grace, and confidence on this momentous occasion.
For more information visit our website: https://pickkro.com/
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ebazaar01 · 1 year ago
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rahulsharmaofficial · 2 years ago
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Tistabene: Buy Mirror Work Kurta For Men.
Kurta is a comfortable and stylish option for men who want to look their best. Lucknowi kurtas are especially popular, thanks to their fashionable design and comfortable fit. If you're looking for a kurta that will make you look sharp and feel comfortable, a Lucknowi kurta is a perfect choice. So don't wait to add a lakhnavi kurta for men to your wardrobe.
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jugalbandhi01 · 2 years ago
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paramparaadhotis · 22 days ago
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Discover the Best Handloom Cotton Ethnic Shirts for Men in Salem: A Guide to Timeless Style
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Combining traditional and contemporary fashion, ethnic men's shirts are popular in Salem for various occasions. Handwoven cotton shirts are particularly known for their comfort and breathability. Parmparaa Salem has been at the forefront in offering a wide range of beautiful handwoven cotton shirts that reflect the city's rich cultural heritage. These shirts come in a variety of designs, variations and patterns, making them perfect for celebrations, weddings or just a relaxed outing. Parmparaa shirts are crafted with quality and durability in mind, making them a worthy addition to your wardrobe. Choose Salem's finest handwoven cotton to celebrate tradition in style.
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udaiporeonlinef · 1 year ago
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Cultural Fusion: Ethnic Print Shirt Collection
Explore the beauty of diverse cultures with our Ethnic Print Shirt. A unique blend of style and tradition, it's your ticket to a world of vibrant patterns and colors.
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womensclothingworld · 2 years ago
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Silk Shirts  for Men |  Mens Wedding Set |  Pattu Veshti and Shirt for Marriage - Sundari Silks
Naran - Men’s Occasion Wear White is a symbol of simplicity and purity and is renowned for its traditional and auspicious aura. This Wedding Silk Shirt with a hand-embroidered vanki design at the collar and cuffs exudes timeless elegance. The shirt has been paired with a silk dhoti and angavastram which comes with a signature korvai border. 
Naran by Sundari Silks is an exclusive range of traditional ensembles for men characterised by rich fabrics and exquisite embroidery work. From opulent silk shirts and kurtas to dhotis and angavastrams, each piece of clothing in this range is a perfect amalgamation of ethnic roots and style.
Shop from: www.sundarisilks.com/collections/shirts
Visit our website: www.sundarisilks.com/
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virattb · 9 months ago
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Discover the latest trends in men's fashion with our vibrant printed shirts! From bold patterns to subtle designs, express your individuality and upgrade your wardrobe effortlessly.
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eevees-hobbies · 5 months ago
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Honeyed Kisses Against Tender Flesh (Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo) - NSFW
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Author’s Note: I got carried away with this one. But shoutout to those of us who write for Hayato Suo cuz we really are working with crumbs. Like he’s whatever we say he is until we get more information. 
Synopsis: Your friend Kotoha and brother Hiragi are worried about your relationship with Suo. It all comes to a head at the beach, to your embarrassment and Suo's delight. No big deal, though; you’ll just have sex against Hiragi’s truck or whatever. 
Content Warning: I’m a really bad judge when it comes to dark content. To me, it’s a spectrum and while I don’t consider this particular story truly dark, others might. So I encourage you to read the warnings and make the best decision for yourself:
Smut with a plot, the obsessive kind of love, possessiveness, hickeys, bruises, biting, spit, enjoyment of public humiliation, teasing, licking of blood, sex/nudity in public, super brief mention of a golden shower, praising/worshipping language, unprotected sex, no-pulling out despite being asked (wrap it up, folks!), like he straight up says “nah.” 
Also, please note that you are written as Hiragi’s sister in this story. I do not expand on your relationship, so you might be his half-sister, full-sister, step-sister, adopted sister, etc. I say this for my readers who may hold a racial/ethnic identity different from Hiragi, hoping that you can still feel like this story is for you (because it is <3). Minors Do Not Interact.
Word Count: 3.2K
Divider by Saradika. Story banner by me.
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On a day when you and your Bofurin friends decide to visit the beach, the unforgiving intensity of the sun makes you feel as though you’re simmering in a boiling pot. No one except you is ill-prepared; the men are wearing various colored shorts that seemingly match their personalities, and their unclothed torsos are on full, unapologetic display.
Kotoha, sitting on a beach towel next to you, is in a three-piece halter bikini set with a sheer sarong skirt that accentuates her curves. Even your brother Hiragi has abandoned his usual band shirt to showcase his well-toned arms and abs. You find it pretty horrifying but good for him, you think. 
It’s hard not to be jealous of all the bare, suntanned skin as you take inventory of your fit. You are wearing an oversized grey hoodie and sweatpants combo that covers every inch of you. Underneath your hefty clothes is a simple but cute black two-piece bikini you originally planned to show off that day. 
You are roasting under the sun's rays—and in your anger—as you glare at the person responsible for your attire: Hayato Suo. 
He’s sitting on the beach towel with you, his perfectly parted hair blowing softly against the breeze. Despite his attempt at trying to appear inconspicuous in reading his book, you can tell that he’s very much aware of your disdain for him with the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. 
Kotaho lowers her sunglasses so she’s looking at you over the rim of the frames.
“Why are you wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants at the beach of all places? I’m getting hot just looking at you.”
You shift uncomfortably, having hoped that this was not a conversation that would come up. You instinctively pull the collar of the sweatshirt higher until it’s tucked snuggly under your chin. “It’s not so bad! I just have to stay hydrated!”
Kotoha leans closer to you and lowers her voice, obviously trying not to catch the attention of Suo. “But why? Is this a cry for help because of you-know-who? Say the word, and I will scream.”
You and Kotoha have become close since you applied for a position to work at Cafe Pothos. She was your boss, but she’s also the embodiment of a girls-girl. You bonded over cooking and annoying brother figures; there wasn’t a thing you didn’t know about each other. 
So color her shocked when one day she picked up her cell phone after receiving a series of texts that were coming in rapid succession. She had assumed the sender was Umemiya, but instead, they were from you!
8:50 PM: OMG 8:50 PM: You won’t believe what just happened to meeeeeeee ihfdnf 8:51 PM: SUO! SUO! 8:52 PM: He KISSED me!  8:55 PM: HELLO?! The love of my life just put his tongue in my mouth and you HAVE THE AUDACITY TO NOT ANSWER!? I’m heading to the cafe right fucking now.
Kotoha was confused, not because she didn’t think you deserved the world—you deserved the world and more. She was confused because she couldn’t picture you and Suo together. He was pleasant whenever he came into the cafe, only ordering tea and always leaving a big tip. But other than that, she didn't know much about him, and no one did, and that was a difficult thing to accomplish in a small town. 
So when you finally ran into the cafe, practically colliding into the glass door as you shuffled in, Kotoha poured you a fresh cup of coffee, sat you down, and asked if you were sure about this.
Were you sure it was a good idea to date a guy who wore an eyepatch, had never been seen eating, and had a different story about his life every time he was asked? You assured her that Suo was the man of your dreams and you’ve never been more sure of something in your life. And while Kotoha may not know much about Suo, there were small moments that felt as though you were gradually building up to this kiss all along. 
The way he’d offer to walk you home even though it was out of his way, how his hand would brush up against yours and linger when passing you coins to pay for his tea, and god, that smile of his that usually didn’t reach his eyes but did when he was talking to you.
You were adamant that this was something you wanted.
You didn’t exactly come out as “official,” though. In a strange way, your relationship just “was.” 
Your friends acted as though you had always been together, and the way Suo became a constant in your life—walking you home after every shift from the cafe, texting and calling you more often, holding your hand in public, and taking you out on dates to your favorite places—made it difficult to remember what life was like before him. You quickly became the shadow of the other, and not without concern from Kotoha and Hiragi. Some would call your love for each other smothering, but to you; it was anything but that—it was perfect. 
“Everything is fine, Kotoha, I promise.”
She lets out a sigh and pulls her sunglasses back up. You can see the reflection of the guys in her dark shades—Hiragi, Umemiya, Sakura, and Kaji playing volleyball, sand kicking up as shouts of, “get that, doofus!’ and “who are you calling doofus!?”  traveling over to you but being drowned out by the roar of waves breaking shore.
A bead of sweat travels down the side of your face, and you look up at the sun, hoping to will it away with a pitiful look.
“Why not take off that burdensome outfit, sweetheart?” 
Your head snaps in the direction of Suo, the tone in his voice–thick with faux concern–alluding to the pleasure he’s getting from watching you like this. He’s all too aware of what you’re hiding—he’s the culprit who put you in this situation.
He shrugs innocently, “you’re developing sweat stains,” you follow his finger as he points at you. To your horror, giant wet spots have formed at your armpits and collar. You groan, the realization that if you don’t shed these clothes soon, you’ll likely meet your untimely demise via heatstroke—and that’s a very unsexy way to go. 
A shaky hand grips the drawstring of the sweatshirt, and you peel it off with the sweatpants following shortly after. Before you can set the clothes beside you, Kotaha lets out an audible gasp. You wince, knowing that your movements and her sharp intake of breath will surely draw the boys' attention—a result that you were trying your damnedest to avoid.
You thought Hiragi’s booming voice would be the first to reach your ears, but instead, it’s Sakura’s. 
“What happened to YOU?!” 
The volleyball spinning through the air hits him square in the chest; a loud thud has him doubling over in pain, but it’s not enough to break away Hiragi’s stare from the bruises and hickeys that litter your neck, chest, and thighs.
After gathering himself, Sakura stands up and turns his attention to Suo, “You should really keep a better watch over your girl. She’s obviously getting her butt kicked somewhere-”
Sakura is unable to finish before Hiragi interjects. He takes a step forward, and if you weren’t on sand, you’d be almost positive that the sheer force would shake the earth. “Suo, what did you do to my sister's skin?”
You stare at Hiragi, deep veins already protruding from his forehead. If looks could kill, Suo would be dead right now. You give a sideglance at your boyfriend, who has two hands raised near his head and his shoulders shrugged up to appear non-threatening. 
“I am NOT doing this right now!”  You proclaim, hurriedly picking up the keys to Hiragi’s car and padding through the sand, trying your damnedest to escape the sound of rising voices. 
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Suo follows you soon after de-escalating the situation. Assuring Hiragi that he may have gotten carried away with the amount of hickeys and bruises he left on your skin wasn’t easy by any means, but you two were both consenting adults, so there wasn’t much Hiragi could do anyhow. He desperately wanted to add that you didn’t mind the bruises when they were happening to you—but that didn’t seem wise.
Hiragi’s truck is parked next to the property line between the beach and the expanse of forest. When you arrived, the parking lot was full of people, but beach-goers packed their belongings and left as the day neared its end.
Suo can’t see you as he approaches the truck's passenger side, so he assumes you’re on the driver's side. As he rounds the corner, he’s met with the sight of you bending over and attempting to fish the keys off the ground, which must have fallen. The sight of your ass completely swallowing the seat of your bikini bottoms has him suddenly leaning against the car for support and blood flowing south. Even with one eye covered, he can see the outline of your puffy pussy. The bikini is much better, he thinks to himself.
You turn around, hearing the sound of gravel shifting quietly—hoping that your brother hasn’t followed you, but it’s Suo. 
“Well, that was awk-“ you begin, but you're cut off. The fluidity and quickness of his motions still surprise and catch you off guard. He pins you in place to the truck with his body—chest to chest.  
You can see arousal churning in his eye as his now rock-hard cock presses against your thigh. At that moment, you’re thankful that the shade of the trees shrouds this side of the truck and that anyone coming from the beach would need to walk around the vehicle to catch you in the act.
For Suo, the build-up of knowing what you were trying to hide from the group and the eventual reveal of his handiwork had given him one hell of a rush. Being in on the secret was fun, but the way Hiragi’s eyes darted over your skin, the way he caught Kaji’s cheeks reddening as his eyes swept over your exposed and marked-up flesh, it was practically unbearable.
Suo’s hand tugs at the string of your bikini top, and it doesn’t take long before the flimsy fabric releases and drifts to your feet. You shiver as cool air licks at your breasts and nipples, hardening the sensitive buds upon contact. It isn’t until Suo’s warm hands cup and massage your breasts that you let out a whimper; his touch feels firm and needy, delivering pinches and squeezes to the over-sensitive and bruised flesh.
“S-someone could c-catch us!” You protest in a hushed whisper, but you’re not pushing him away—you tilt your head back to rest it against the truck and arch your spine to give him more access to you.
“They’d be so lucky,” he growls softly into your neck.
As your stomach twists in arousal and nervousness, you know that the Hayato Suo who is fondling you in the parking lot against your brother's truck is a different Hayato than the one your friends interact with. 
Suo is often poised and has immense control over his emotions, but sometimes, he gets so overcome by desire that it feels like a gaseous cloud is seeping into your pores and lungs. 
You’ve become a welcome victim to the Suo that likes to grip you so desperately that he leaves bruises, bites you so hard that sometimes it breaks the skin, and fucks you so roughly that you’re confident that you’ve experienced the closest thing you can to death.  
“Suo, we shouldn’t. They saw my bruises and the hickeys. Toma might kill you.”
“You can’t convince me that this isn’t something you want. This,” he presses two fingers against the seat of your bikini, which sink into the moistness of you, “tells me otherwise.”
Your face grows hot because he’s right. You’re not innocent in your shared dynamic like Kotoha, and Hiragi would like to think—you crave him just as much as he craves you. 
You’re just as much of a thrill-seeker as he is but you two have to be quick; anyone in your group could come looking for you any second—and nothing would destroy your arousal more than Hiragi seeing your boyfriend fucking you in public. Suo would enjoy that, though. 
It’s as though he can read your mind because Suo is pulling down your bikini bottoms so that they hang around your ankles. 
His lips are on yours, his kisses somehow hungrier than his touches. Suo kisses you as though he’s found solace against the plush of your lips and the treasure housed within your mouth. He tilts his head so his tongue can explore every inch of you deeper; he’s unapologetically devouring you.
When he finally pulls away for air, his voice is low and almost gravelly, a departure from his usual calm tone.  
“You make me become the most disrespectful version of myself, Y/N.”
His fingers roll and pinch at your nipples, but his eye is on yours. His gaze is intense, and even though he looks at you as though you are his prey and he is your predator, the last thing you want to do is look away.
He continues, “I want nothing more than to be the nice, sweet boyfriend your friends and brother want me to be, but you turn me into someone I don’t recognize.”
He’s pushing his shorts down, and you groan at the sight of him. His dick sits straight up against his abdomen with a slight curve, an aggressive vein pulsates on the side, and the crimson tip of it is smeared in an ungodly amount of precum. How can such a pretty dick look so angry? 
Without much prep or warning, he pushes into your wet sex; he’s so deep so quickly that your body jerks reactively. 
He can’t hold back the moan that escapes his lips at finally burying himself in you. His mouth has found purchase against your neck; both he and you can feel your pulse quickening, firing rapidly against his tongue as it reaches out to lick at your skin. 
“When I look at you, just as you are, I want to ruin you. So if that means I’m covering you with bruises, hickeys, or the most intimate parts of me, so be it.” 
He sinks his teeth into your neck, and the sharp pain makes your eyes roll back. The searing sensation doesn't last long as his tongue laps up the droplets of blood that bubble from the punctures.  
“Tell me that you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you,” his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs around his waist, allowing him to bounce you on his cock.. 
“H-Hayato, I’m just as obsessed with you, baby. I promise.”
And you mean it. You’ve never felt a love quite so all-consuming and suffocating. He’s explored every inch of your body; at first, the way his eyes drank you in made you squirm, but he assured you that he was simply appreciating what was his—you wouldn’t fault an art curator for appraising the Mona Lisa, would you, Y/N? No? Then let me be.
Suo has licked parts of you with enthusiasm, parts that you’d be embarrassed to admit to anyone. 
And for you, the taste of him is just as nourishing. When he pulls your head back by your hair,  his hungry eye communicating to you without him having to say it, you find yourself eagerly opening your mouth and accepting his spit on your outstretched tongue. 
The good girl muttered in his smooth voice afterward, and his infamous smile that reaches his eyes when he looks at you makes your clit twitch. 
It doesn’t matter if it’s his spit, cum, or other golden liquid of his, you want it all. 
During intimacy, Suo tears you down to the most basic, hedonistic version of yourself—his delivery never includes harsh language in the traditional sense—he would absolutely never call you out of your name. You are far too important to be called something derogatory. Sometimes you’ll refer to yourself as “his whore” or “his slutty girl,” and it will make him leak so much precum he has to catch his breath, but he hasn’t reached a point in which he has personally referred to you as those titles…yet.  
For now, he uses deft fingers and honeyed words dripping in veiled threats of orgasm denial and overstimulation to push you to the precipice of your pleasure—and you trust him to build you back up afterward with softly cooed hymns of worship and strokes of your tender skin. To Suo, you are a goddess, a deity to be revered. To Suo, you are everything. 
And it isn’t until moments like this that you see his mask slip. Your usually stoic boyfriend's mouth opening and closing in pleasure the same way that yours is, soft guttural moans escaping his lips and his brow furrowing, obviously about to lose control to you—-for you.
“You are everything, dove. You are my everything.” He groans as your silky walls clench around him, clutching him for dear life.
“You like it when I compliment you, pretty girl?”
You give him a grunt of approval, feeling yourself so close to becoming undone as he fills your head up with chants of his devotion.
At this point, each thrust has his dick bottoming out into your sopping-wet cunt. Pelvis to pelvis, you can feel every inch of you stretching to accommodate him. His maroon-colored pubic hair tickles at your skin, dampening at the contact of your slick as deep thuds from frantic thrusts fill the air.
And even though you’re only participating in a quickie, a rarity for you both, your cunt still drools just the same, streaks of it managing to glide down your inner thigh and leave droplets at his feet. 
“S-suo,” your nails dig into his shoulders, resulting in a delicious hiss from his lips. “Y-you have to pull out! You aren’t wearing a c-condom!”
Suo presses his lips to your ear; you can barely make out what he’s saying over the soft gasps and the way he’s suckling at your earlobe that he has pulled between his teeth.
“I can’t. You’re mine, and I want to fill you up. So you have to take it, dove. Take all of it.” 
And the way Suo says it, you know that he isn’t asking; he’s telling you what he plans to do to your body because you are an extension of him–you are his, and it’s his right to cum in you without silly obstacles like “protection.”
His pounding against your cervix feels animalistic, and the force of him fucking you is making the truck rock back and forth. 
You bite your lip and hold onto him for dear life as that oh-so-familiar feeling takes over. Your thighs squeeze him, and to muffle the scream bubbling up into your throat, you take a note out of Suo’s handbook and bite his shoulder so hard that he sees a hot, white flash. 
In that moment, you give each other everything—all of you becomes all of him—mixing into a mess of creamy, frothy white essence that drips down balls, legs, and thighs.
Between soft kisses on the fresh hickeys and bite marks along your neck, Suo chuckles, “Hiragi is going to be upset.”
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