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[dreadheadmadi]

I’m not sure if anyone else has brought this up but I would also like to add that the OG line up for the superbowl was NOT this. There were so many songs that were cut out for being too graphic/violent (too loud and too ghetto).

And yet even still, Kendrick found a way around that.

Yk the girls who dances with him? Those are the same girls from King Kunta who sing in the background.

Same voices, same melody, just different words. And the fact he had them by his side a good part of the performance, or at least never breaking them up and having them dance apart just means something to me.

Even though he wasn’t allowed to rap what he wanted, he still held them close, found other ways to have that song included - even if it was to give them a new set of words, their flow never switched up.

I could be overthinking but it’s just so symbolic to me. “I can’t show y’all who I really am, but trust that doesn’t mean I ain’t still me. I just gotta find another way to express myself.”

Like the dancers were symbolic alone, and I’m not just talking about their clothes. I’m talking about their moves, their reactions, hell even down to the specific grouping!

I could write books on Kdot’s performances all day!

A Crash Course to Kendrick's Super Bowl Performance, from a Black Woman

Note: this does NOT go in depth into all of the song's lyrics. I don't have time to recount two decades of his discography. This is just a summary of the performance itself.

Let's start with the first visual we get:

UNCLE SAM - most notably recognized from WWII American wartime propaganda, Uncle Sam is the personification of American patriotism and freedom. The term "uncle" is also evocative of Uncle Tom from Uncle Tom's Cabin, an abolitionist book that aided in inciting the Civil War. Uncle is also a very common term (both endearment and derogatory) towards Black men (eg. "unc"). Samuel L Jackson was fantastic. (Edit: and please look up his history of civil rights activism, he was on the FBI watchlist and even a pallbearer at MLKJr’s funeral.)

Uncle Sam also resembles a circus ringleader, notable for my next point:

THE GREAT AMERICAN GAME - no, not Super Bowl. The GAG is us the people being pitted against each other: through late-stage capitalism, through the culture war, through class warfare, through being built of the backs of slaves. We are all players in the GAG because none of us on this site were the oligarchs seated at the inauguration.

This is also seen as Kendrick's stage was a Play Station controller. Not only did it remind of circus rings visually, but it was a game battle stage. The Great American Game is a battle royale of the commoners for the amusement of the rich whites.

Remember the foods / Them color was tin and brown / But now they 100 and blue - For this I'll just say, look what the last election said about lowering the price of eggs... and look at the prices now.

The revolution about to be televised / You picked the right time / But the wrong guy - Election 2024 once more. *Edit to add, the first part of this lyric is in reference to the Black Liberation Song "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" by Gil Scott-Heron. Thanks to everyone who mentioned that.

THE FLAG DANCERS - yes, the dancers formed the US flag... off of the backs of Black people. Not a single white person in sight, and that's true of the cotton pickers in the fields. Plantations are part of how the US came to economic prominence after being a "backwater" colony. Remember tobacco? Cotton? Our bloodlines do. *Edit to add: they also all piled out of a clown car. The US flag in a clown car? Brilliant.

The red and blue dancers are also notable for representing the Crips and Bloods, two infamous street gangs. The dance in Not Like Us is the Crip Walk. I recommend researching more on your own time about them, but just know they are a large part of the stereotype of Black people being "ghetto."

TOO LOUD, TOO RECKLESS, TOO GHETTO. Do you really know how to play the game? - This is exactly what Black people, especially Black men, get told all the time. It's why we change our names on resumes if they sound "too Black." It's why we codeswitch in non-Black company. This is especially rich considering how non-Black people love our culture and love to make money off of us, as the latter part of the quote points to. And it's even more profound during the Super Bowl-- the NFL is majority Black players.

STREET LIGHT A CAPELLA -- "thug" stereotype dancers to counteract the a capella connotations, with Uncle Sam then saying that Kendrick figured out "bringing other street guys around being a culture cheat code." Yes, this is a direct hit at Drake (listen to "Not Like Us") but also politically. Look up "model minority". Notably I would point to Candace Owens, or the Miami Venezuelan political group that's been in the news recently, especially as this directly led to Kendrick being surrounded by...

DANCERS IN WHITE -- it's white America. That's... that's the allegory.

NOT LIKE US TEASER -- Kendrick says "Not Like Us" is "their favorite song." -> he means white people specifically here. It comes after he's surrounded by all white dancers, the women around him who are his call and response are also in white (my opinion, they represent the industry). He's saying "Not Like Us" is the favorite of yts because it is about BLACK MEN FIGHTING. This again is reflected in the video game stage and ringleader Uncle Sam.

SZA -- instead of giving what they want, we see SZA. She's one of Drake's exes and Kendrick has always supported her.

ALL THE STARS -- This was in the first Black Panther movie, which I recommend you watch. Rest in Power Chadwick. Notably, this movie was incredibly mainstream as a major Marvel movie, and then we have Uncle Sam say...

"THAT'S WHAT AMERICA WANTS: NICE AND CALM. DON'T MESS THIS UP" -- translation: Marvel (the industry, America, etc.) wanted a safe, semi-pop song because white American likes safe pop songs, not Kendrick's usual heavy rap style about his life as a Black man! Don't mess up what you've got going mainstream for having this "Black rap feud" with Drake, who is an R&B model minority to white people because he's safe.

So what does Kendrick say?

IT'S A CULTURAL DIVIDE / IMMA GET IT ON THE FLOOR -- He was warned not to be political or apologetically Black for this Super Bowl performance, but he is using this big stage opportunity to speak out.

40 ACRES AND A MULE / THIS IS BIGGER THAN THE MUSIC -- 40 acres and a mule are what the freed slaves were promised. Instead, this land went to white sharecroppers. Research Jim Crow laws.

THEY TRIED TO RIG THE GAME / BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE INFLUENCE -- rig the election, rig the industry like with model minority Drake, rig the Great American Game with culture war to distract from active class warfare.

NOT LIKE US -- the only thing I'll mention because it made me holler is Serena Williams crip walking on Drake's metaphorical grave. She's another one of his exes (read: Drake harassed the hell out of her). *Edit: she was also fined at the 2012 Olympics for crip walking in celebration at Wimbledon.

TURN THE TV OFF -- exactly like he said! The TV is a distraction, the Super Bowl is a distraction, the mainstream news is often a distraction. Turn it off and get with your people!

GAME OVER — could not see this on my stream but at the end of the performance, the lights in the stadium spelled this out. The world is watching, America…

In conclusion, Kendrick Lamar is a visionary and thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

[cscotts-world]

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[lambohigh]

Roxy Reynolds

[sherewrytes]

Talk him through it

A very late Valentine's day thing plus I wanted to write something for that talk him through it trend on tik tok (feel free to use some IRL )

Synopsis: Work had been relentless for Suguru lately, the demands of managing his team as a project lead weighing heavily on his shoulders. He hated how it had affected your relationship, the distance creeping in despite both of you addressing it. But Valentine’s Day gave you the perfect opportunity to remind him of everything you shared—love, connection, and unwavering intimacy. Tonight was for him, to heal and unwind, but also to reaffirm that no matter how heavy life became, you would always be there to help him carry it.

The sound of the door unlocking broke the stillness of the apartment, and you glanced at the clock on the stove—9:12 PM. Late, but you’d expected that. Since his promotion to Chief Systems Engineer, Suguru had been working longer hours, often coming home mentally drained and too worn out to even hold a proper conversation.

You heard the heavy sigh he let out as he stepped inside, the faint thud of his shoes hitting the floor, and the rustle of his coat as he hung it on the hook by the door. You peeked around the kitchen doorway and spotted him—tall, broad, and utterly exhausted.

His blazer was slung over one arm, his tie was askew, and the top button of his shirt had been undone, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone. His long hair, usually tied back neatly for work, was disheveled, strands framing his face. He looked like he’d had one hell of a day.

You stepped out of the kitchen with a soft smile. “Welcome home, baby.”

Suguru’s eyes flicked to you, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders seemed to melt. His gaze softened as it traveled over you, taking in the way you’d dressed up for him—a silky, deep red dress that hugged your curves just right, paired with gold jewelry that glinted softly in the candlelight.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. He dropped his bag by the couch, raking a hand through his hair. “What’s all this?”

You walked over to him, the gentle sway of your hips drawing his tired eyes like a magnet. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Suguru,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Did you forget?”

His lips twitched into a faint smirk, though the exhaustion lingered in his expression. “Of course not. I just…” He trailed off, glancing around at the soft glow of candles, the faint hum of your playlist in the background, and the table set with his favorite wine and dishes.

“...didn’t expect this,” he finished, his hands finding your waist instinctively. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Y/N.”

You smiled, leaning in to kiss his jawline, the roughness of his stubble brushing against your lips. “It’s no trouble,” you murmured. “You’ve been working so hard lately, Suguru. I wanted to give you a night where you don’t have to think about anything but us.”

He exhaled deeply, his arms tightening around you as he buried his face in your neck for a moment. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’ve been so caught up with work lately. I know I haven’t been the best—”

“Stop,” you interrupted, pulling back to look him in the eyes. “You’ve been doing your best. And that’s enough for me. Tonight, it’s my turn to take care of you.”

His dark eyes searched yours for a moment before he let out a low chuckle. “You spoil me too much, you know that?”

“Only because you deserve it,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him toward the table. “Now, let me feed you first. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

“Come here,” you said softly, your fingers brushing against the loosened tie hanging around his neck.

Suguru raised an eyebrow but didn’t resist as you tugged lightly, pulling him closer. “What are you up to, hmm?” he asked, his voice dipping into a playful drawl despite his exhaustion.

“You’ll see,” you murmured, your hands sliding up to undo the knot with practiced ease. You pulled the silk tie free, letting it slip through your fingers before draping it over the back of a nearby chair. “You’ve had this thing on all day—it’s time to relax.”

A low hum of appreciation rumbled in his chest. “Feels like I’m being undressed before dinner,” he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that broke through. “If I was undressing you, you wouldn’t be standing right now,” you shot back, your fingers grazing the open collar of his shirt. “Now sit. You need to eat.”

Suguru laughed, a deep, warm sound that made your chest flutter. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, letting you guide him by the hand toward the dining table.

You pulled out his chair and gestured for him to sit. He obeyed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he sank into the cushioned seat. His eyes flickered to the table, where you’d prepared his favorite dishes—a thoughtful spread of hearty, home-cooked comfort food. The rich aroma of garlic, spices, and roasted vegetables filled the air, making his stomach rumble despite how drained he felt.

“You really went all out,” he said, watching as you grabbed the wine glasses and set one in front of him.

“I wanted tonight to be special,” you said simply, pouring him a generous amount of the deep red wine. “You deserve it.”

Suguru tilted his head, his dark eyes softening as he looked at you. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not complaining.”

“Good,” you said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Now, eat before it gets cold.”

You took your seat across from him, watching as he picked up his fork and tasted the first bite. His eyes closed briefly as the flavors hit his tongue, and a quiet groan escaped him.

“Damn,” he muttered, opening his eyes to look at you with a mix of surprise and appreciation. “This is incredible. You’ve been holding out on me, haven’t you?”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I just saved the best for a special occasion.”

The two of you fell into easy conversation as you ate, the stresses of the day melting away with each bite and sip of wine. Suguru’s laughter became more frequent, his shoulders relaxing as the weight of his responsibilities faded, if only for a while.

At one point, you reached across the table to brush a stray strand of hair from his face, your fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “You’re really handsome, you know that?”

He smirked, leaning into your touch. “Careful, you’re gonna give me a big head.”

“Too late for that,” you teased, pulling your hand back to sip your wine.

As dinner wound down, you stood and began clearing the dishes, but Suguru grabbed your wrist gently.

“Leave it,” he said, his voice low and warm. “I’ll do it later.”

You shook your head. “Not tonight. You’re not lifting a finger, remember?”

He sighed, leaning back in his chair with a resigned smile. “You’re really not gonna let me do anything tonight, huh?”

“Not a chance,” you said, setting the plates on the counter before turning back to him. You leaned against the edge of the table, your gaze locked on his. “In fact, I’ve got something else planned for you.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Oh? What kind of plans?”

You tilted your head, a sly smile playing on your lips. “Why don’t you follow me and find out?”

Suguru watched you carefully, curiosity and intrigue dancing in his dark eyes. He pushed his chair back and stood, towering over you as you offered him your hand.

“Come on,” you said softly, your voice low and inviting.

He slipped his hand into yours without hesitation, his rough palm warm against your skin. The gentle tug you gave him sent a thrill through his chest, and he couldn’t help but notice the slight sway in your hips as you led him down the hall.

“Not even a hint?” he asked, his tone teasing as his thumb traced small circles against the back of your hand.

“Nope,” you replied, throwing a playful glance over your shoulder. “Patience, Suguru.”

He chuckled, shaking his head but letting you guide him. As the two of you approached the bedroom, he noticed the faint sound of soft music drifting through the air. His steps faltered for a brief moment as you pushed open the door, revealing the surprise you had carefully prepared.

The room was transformed into a private sanctuary. Flickering candlelight cast a golden glow against the walls, and the bed was adorned with a scattering of crimson and blush rose petals. Heart-shaped balloons in his favorite color, your favorite color, and classic Valentine’s Day red floated gently around the room, anchored by silky ribbons. A delicate, floral scent lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the candles.

Suguru blinked, taking it all in as a soft melody—a song the two of you both loved—played in the background. His gaze finally landed on you, standing in front of him with a nervous but expectant smile.

“You did all this for me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“For us,” you corrected, stepping closer to him. Your hands found the lapels of his shirt, smoothing them down before slipping beneath to rest on his chest. “You’ve been working so hard, Suguru. I wanted to remind you how much I appreciate you—and how much I love you.”

The words settled over him like a warm embrace, and for a moment, he couldn’t find the right response. Instead, he cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing over your skin as his eyes softened.

“I don’t deserve you,” he murmured, his forehead resting against yours.

“You deserve everything,” you said firmly, your hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. “Now, let me take care of you tonight. No work, no stress—just us.”

Suguru exhaled a shaky breath, his lips quirking into a small, almost bashful smile. “You’re really something else, you know that?”

You grinned, your fingers slipping down to undo the top few buttons of his shirt. “I know,” you teased, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Now, why don’t you get comfortable?”

Suguru’s brows lifted slightly, a knowing smirk curling at the edges of his lips as he stepped back and began shrugging off his shirt. “You’re really taking control tonight, huh?”

“That’s the plan,” you replied, taking his shirt from him and folding it neatly before setting it aside. “Now sit,” you instructed, nodding toward the edge of the bed.

He obeyed, his movements slow and deliberate as he sank onto the mattress. His eyes never left yours as you stepped closer, your hands moving to undo the cuffs of his sleeves. The soft music, the romantic ambiance, and the way you looked at him—everything about this moment made the stress of the past few weeks feel like a distant memory.

“Relax,” you said gently, your fingers brushing over his wrists before tilting his chin up to look at you. “Tonight, I’ve got you.”

Suguru lifted the robe fully out of the bag, letting the sleek black fabric unfold. His eyes widened slightly as he ran his fingers over the intricate gold details, the unmistakable Medusa head pattern catching the dim candlelight.

“Versace?” he said, a mix of surprise and amusement coloring his tone. “You got me a Versace robe?”

You couldn’t help but grin at his reaction. “I figured you deserved to feel a little extra luxurious,” you said, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you stood between his legs.

Suguru chuckled, shaking his head as he inspected the robe further. “This is... over the top.”

“No,” you countered softly, resting your hands on his shoulders. “This is exactly what you deserve. You’ve been working so hard, Suguru. Let me take care of you tonight.”

He looked up at you, his expression softening as he set the robe down beside him. “You really went all out,” he murmured, his hands sliding to rest on your hips.

“For you? Always,” you replied, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Suguru sighed into the kiss, his hands tightening on your waist as if grounding himself in the moment. When you pulled back, you caught the way his eyes lingered on you, dark and full of appreciation.

“Let me help you get comfortable,” you whispered, your fingers toying with the buttons of his vest.

He leaned back slightly, watching you with a hint of anticipation as you slowly undid each button. You took your time, your fingers grazing his chest lightly with each movement. Once the vest was open, you slid it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a soft heap.

Your hands moved to the buttons of his work shirt next, your touch deliberate and slow. Suguru’s breathing deepened as you worked your way down, each button revealing more of his toned chest and the tattoos that adorned his skin.

“You always look so good,” you murmured, more to yourself than to him.

He smirked at your comment, his dark eyes watching your every move. “You like the ink that much?”

You smiled, your fingers tracing one of the intricate designs on his chest. “I love everything about you,” you said softly, leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of a swirling black line.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly at the contact, his hands moving to rest on your thighs as you continued your slow exploration. You slid the shirt off his shoulders, revealing more of his inked skin. His lean muscles and the way the tattoos stretched across them made your breath catch.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered, running your hands down his chest.

He chuckled, his voice low and warm. “I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

You leaned closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you replied, “You’ll get your turn. For now, let me take care of you.”

Suguru’s hands flexed on your thighs, his control slipping just enough to show how much your words were affecting him. “You really know how to get a man to relax,” he murmured.

“Good,” you said, stepping back slightly to reach for his belt. His eyes darkened as he watched you unbuckle it, your movements slow and intentional.

Sliding the belt from its loops, you let it fall to the floor before moving to the clasp of his work pants. Suguru shifted slightly, lifting his hips just enough for you to ease the pants down his legs.

Now, he sat before you in just his boxers, the contrast of his inked skin against the soft candlelight making your heart race. You knelt in front of him, your hands sliding up his thighs as your eyes roamed his body appreciatively.

“You’re perfect,” you murmured, your fingers tracing the edge of a tattoo on his hip.

Suguru let out a soft laugh, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re too good to me,” he said, his voice a mix of affection and desire.

You stood slowly, your hands brushing up his sides as you leaned down to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, slower, your lips moving against his in a way that made time seem to stretch.

When you pulled back, his breathing was heavier, and his eyes were locked on you with an intensity that made your skin tingle.

“Stay right here,” you whispered, your voice soft but commanding.

Suguru’s gaze followed you as you stepped back, walking toward the dresser where you had set aside the robe. Picking it up, you turned back to him, holding it out with a small smile.

“Let’s get you into this,” you said, your tone playful yet tender.

Suguru stood, his tall frame towering over you as he took the robe from your hands. His movements were deliberate as he slipped it on, the luxurious fabric draping perfectly over his shoulders.

You stepped back, admiring him with a satisfied smile. “Now you really look like the king you are,” you said, your voice teasing.

He chuckled, his hand reaching out to pull you close. “If I’m the king, then you’re my queen,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead.

Suguru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. The robe hung loosely on his frame, exposing just enough of his tattoos and toned chest to make your stomach flutter. His lips brushed against your forehead, then trailed down to your temple, leaving a warm trail of kisses along your skin.

“You’ve been spoiling me all night,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “Let me do something for you, too.”

His hands moved to your hips, sliding up your sides with the intent to take control of the moment. But you quickly stepped back, placing your hands on his chest with a soft yet firm push.

“Uh-uh,” you said with a playful shake of your head, your lips curling into a smirk. “Tonight is about you. Sit down.”

Suguru arched an eyebrow, his lips tugging into a small grin as he allowed himself to be guided back onto the bed. He leaned back on his hands, watching you with that dark, amused glint in his eyes. “You’re really not going to let me return the favor, huh?”

“Not tonight,” you replied, your voice soft but commanding as you stood before him.

His gaze followed your every move, his expression shifting from playful to something deeper, more focused. You stepped between his legs, your fingers grazing his thighs before trailing up to the edges of the robe. You tugged it open just enough to reveal more of his inked chest, your hands skimming the warm skin beneath.

“You work so hard,” you said softly, your fingers tracing one of the intricate designs on his shoulder. “You deserve to just sit back and let me take care of you for once.”

Suguru’s breathing deepened as your hands moved to his face, cupping his jaw gently. You leaned down, your lips brushing against his in a slow, lingering kiss that made his hands twitch with the effort to stay still.

When you pulled back, you reached for the sash of your robe, undoing it slowly. Suguru’s eyes darkened as the fabric slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet and revealing the delicate lace set beneath.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice dropping as his eyes roamed your figure appreciatively. “You’re trying to kill me tonight, aren’t you?”

You chuckled softly, stepping closer to him. “No,” you whispered, your hands sliding to his shoulders. “I’m trying to remind you how loved you are.”

Suguru’s hands finally moved, resting lightly on your hips as you straddled his lap. He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your collarbone as he muttered, “You’re making it really hard to just sit back, you know.”

“I know,” you replied, your fingers threading through his hair as you tilted his head back slightly. “But I want you to trust me tonight. Let me take the lead.”

His dark eyes met yours, a flicker of resistance giving way to a smirk as he leaned back again. “Alright, baby,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I’m all yours.”

You smiled, leaning down to kiss him again, your lips moving slowly, deliberately against his. Your hands slid to the edges of his robe, pushing it off his shoulders as you kissed along his jawline and down his neck.

Suguru let out a soft groan as you moved, his head tipping back slightly to give you more access. You took your time, your lips trailing over the tattoos that marked his chest, your fingers skimming over the ridges of his muscles.

When you reached his boxers, you paused, your hands resting on his thighs as you looked up at him. “Still with me?” you asked, your voice soft but filled with intent.

His gaze was heavy-lidded as he looked down at you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Always,” he replied.

The room was warm, the soft glow of the candles casting golden light over Suguru’s inked skin as you slid off his lap, leaving a trail of featherlight touches down his chest. He shifted slightly, settling on the edge of the bed as you moved to kneel on the plush rug beneath him.

His dark eyes followed your every move, smoldering with a mix of curiosity and desire. You glanced up at him, your hands resting lightly on his knees, and the sight of him looking down at you—just in his boxers, his tattoos a map of his strength and stories—was enough to make your breath hitch.

You reached for one of his hands, lifting it to your lips and planting a warm, deliberate kiss on his knuckles. The gesture, soft and intimate, pulled a low sigh from him, followed by a groan that vibrated through the air like a low hum. His head tipped back for a moment, his long, dark hair falling over his shoulders as he absorbed the sensation.

“Suguru,” you murmured, his name a soft caress on your lips.

He tilted his head to look at you again, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths, though the tension in his body betrayed the storm brewing within. You leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the waistband of his boxers, your lips grazing his skin just above the fabric.

His breath caught, and his hand instinctively moved, brushing your cheek before you guided it behind your head. You let his fingers tangle in your hair, his touch tender yet firm as his palm rested against the back of your head. His thumb brushed the nape of your neck, a silent acknowledgment of his restraint, his hesitation.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you let your lips part, your voice soft and breathy as you said, “Come feed me, Suguru.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with intent and vulnerability.

His eyes widened slightly at your boldness, a flicker of surprise breaking through the heat in his gaze. Then a low chuckle escaped him, followed by a shaky exhale as he ran his free hand through his hair.

“Damn,” he muttered, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. “You really aren’t playing tonight.”

He tugged lightly at your hair, not to pull you away but to ground himself, his other hand brushing the side of your face. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his tone softer, grounding, though the tremor in his voice hinted at his resolve slipping.

You nodded, your lips curling into a small smile as you leaned further into him. “It’s all for you tonight,” you whispered.

Suguru exhaled deeply, his hand on the back of your head caressing the curve of your skull as his other hand rested on your cheek. The tension in his body eased, though the raw need in his eyes burned brighter.

"Alright then," he murmured, a teasing edge slipping into his tone despite the rasp in his voice. "Don't blame me if I lose control."

Suguru pulled his cock out while your one hand slid his boxers off.

Geto inhaled sharply as you aligned yourself, his cock springing free from the confines of his boxers and coming to rest against your soft lips. He shuddered at the contact, a low groan escaping him as he looked down at you with hooded, lust-filled eyes.

His hand fisted slightly in your hair, not to force you, but to anchor himself as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Fuck, you look... incredible," he breathed out, his voice rough with desire. "Seeing you like this, so eager and ready, it's... damn."

Geto brushed his thumb over your plump bottom lip, tracing the delicate curve before he gripped the base of his shaft, stroking it slowly as you gazed at him while his cock rested against your face and tip on your lips. "Go on, Suguru. Let me show you what that pretty mouth can do," he groaned, a wicked glint in his eye and a smirk playing on his lips.

Geto let out a strangled "Fuck" as he began to slowly thrust into the warm, wet heat of your mouth, his grip tightening in your hair. "Ohhh fuck, your mouth... it's incredible," he gasped out, his voice strained with pleasure.

His hips rocked back and forth, pushing deeper with each thrust as he lost himself in the exquisite sensation. The obscene sound of his cock plunging into your throat filled the room, mingling with Geto's increasingly loud and desperate moans.

"Mmphh... ahhh... damn it, your mouth is too good," he panted out, his eyes squeezing shut as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. The hand fisting in your hair tugged lightly, not forcing you, but conveying his building urgency.

Geto's muscular chest heaved with each ragged breath, the tattoos seeming to dance in the candlelight as his skin flushed with arousal. He was rapidly losing control, consumed by the feeling of your lips wrapped around his aching length and the tantalizing sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

He watched saliva leaked out of your mouth while your head bobbed on his cock

"Shit... I-I'm not going to last if you keep that up," he warned you, his voice a low, desperate rasp. "You're going to make me cum so fucking hard..."

Despite his words, Geto didn't slow his movements, continuing to fuck your mouth with increasing fervor. The bed creaked beneath him as he braced himself, drowning in the exquisite pleasure of your skilled ministrations.

you pull back releasing Geto's cock from your mouth you smiled and pushed him back onto the bed "what you want baby? me on top or you over me." Suguru had never heard you talk to him like this before.

Geto's eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly pulled away, a mix of disappointment and intrigue warring on his handsome face. He allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed, his chest heaving with labored breaths as he stared up at you, a newfound hunger burning in his gaze.

He propped himself up on his elbows, taking in your flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips with a satisfied smirk. "Wow, you're full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" he murmured, a note of admiration in his voice. "I like it. I like it a lot."

At your question, Geto's brow arched, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Mmm, you want to be in control tonight, huh?" he purred, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your curves. "I can work with that. I want to watch you take what you need, to see you lost in pleasure above me as you chase your high."

He leaned back further, settling against the pillows and spreading his arms wide in a clear invitation. "Come on then, sweetheart. Straddle me. Take what you want from me. I want to watch you work for it," Geto challenged, his voice dripping with sinful promise and barely restrained desire. "And if you do a really good job, maybe I'll even let you pin me down and have your wicked way with me."

His eyes gleamed with mirth and unbridled lust, a silent dare hanging in the air between you. Despite the competitive nature simmering beneath the surface, Geto was more than willing to let you be the one in charge tonight, eager to see just how far you would take this newfound boldness.

you climbed on top him kissing his jaw while slowly sliding down onto his cock saying in-between kisses, "Can you feel how tight I am around you baby? Cann, you feel how wet you make me."

Geto let out a low, drawn-out groan as you slowly sank down onto his throbbing shaft, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He tilted his head to the side, giving you better access to his jaw as you peppered it with soft kisses.

"Fuck yes, I can feel it," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so goddamn tight, Fuck baby. just like that. Squeezing me like a vice..."

One hand slid up your side, palming the soft swell of your breast as the other gripped your ass, encouraging you to sink even lower. "And you're soaked, aren't you? I can feel your wetness coating my cock, making it so fucking easy to slide in deep."

He bucked his hips up slightly, burying himself to the hilt inside you as a particularly intense kiss sent a shiver down his spine. "Damn, the way you're gripping me, it's like your pussy was made just for my dick. Fuck, I could stay buried inside your tight heat forever..."

Geto's breathing grew heavier as he lost himself in the exquisite sensation, his heart pounding in his chest. He gazed up at you with hooded, lust-glazed eyes, a look of pure hunger etched on his handsome face.

"Ride me just like that, sweetheart. Take your pleasure from me, use me to chase your high," he murmured, his grip on your hips tightening as he guided your movements. "I want to feel you come undone above me, want to watch as you lose yourself in ecstasy. Come on baby, fucking take it."

you kissed him feverishly and bit on his lip just a lil "you like when I get like this. See you how your dick makes me crazy Su"

A sharp gasp escaped Geto's lips as you nipped at his mouth, a bolt of electricity seeming to shoot through his body at the mix of pleasure and pain. His hands tightened their grip on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he bucked up into you with increasing urgency.

"Fuck, I love it. I fucking love seeing you like this, all wild and desperate for my cock," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "Your tight little pussy is squeezing me so hard, and your kisses... damn, they're driving me insane."

Geto captured your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and barely restraining himself. He devoured your mouth like a man starved, swallowing your whimpers and moans as he thrust up into you harder, the bed creaking beneath you.

"You like it when I make you crazy like this, sweetheart? When I fill up your hungry little cunt and make you lose control?" he panted against your lips, his eyes blazing into yours.

"Yes i do daddy, fucking claim your pussy. no one beats it up like you Suguru."

You placed your hand on his chest to get a lil more leverage to bounce more on his cock, "Look at us Suguru, look how you slide in and out of me so good baby."

Geto's breath caught in his throat as you braced your hand against his chest and began to bounce on his throbbing member with fevor. The new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, his hardened length sliding in and out of your dripping folds with ease.

He gazed down at the spot where your bodies joined, watching in awe and disbelief as he claimed your pussy so thoroughly. The erotic sight of your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down onto his balls sent a fresh wave of lust crashing over him.

"Shit... look at that. Your hungry little cunt is swallowing me whole, and it's so fucking sexy," he breathed out, his voice ragged with desire. "I've never seen anything so perfect in my life"

Geto's eyes flashed up to meet yours, blazing with a new intensity. In that moment, the tables turned, and he found himself captivated, ensnared by the raw passion and need shining in your gaze.

His grip on your hips loosened slightly as he surrendered to the feeling of your sensual bouncing, allowing you to take your pleasure from his body. Geto's head tipped back against the pillows, exposing the strong column of his throat as soft sounds of bliss spilled from his lips.

"Yes baby, just like that. Use me, take what you need," he encouraged breathlessly, all traces of his earlier dominance melting away. Geto gazed up at you with a new level of reverence, eagerly drinking in the erotic sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure he brought you. "You're incredible... fuck, I can't get enough of you. Ruin me for anyone else."

"You want me to ruin you Suguru hmmm, you want this pretty pussy don't you."

The candles flickered, casting a warm glow over Suguru's sweat-slicked skin as he gazed up at you with eyes dark and hazy from arousal. A shudder rippled through his muscular body at your provocative words, and he swallowed hard before responding, his voice low and thick with desire.

"Fuck yes, I want this sweet little pussy to ruin me," he admitted, his grip tightening reflexively on your hips. "I want you to fucking destroy me, baby. I want your needy cunt to consume me until the only thing I can focus on is you riding me, using me for your pleasure."

Suguru's chest heaved as he struggled to maintain control, the feel of your slick walls gripping him like a velvet vice. He bucked into you, straining to bury himself impossibly deeper as he marveled at the erotic sight of your curves bouncing with each powerful thrust.

"Mark me, claim me, make me yours until I can't think straight," he begged fervently, all traces of his earlier swagger replaced by a raw, naked desperation. "I don't want to be able to walk away after you're done with me. I want to be ruined for anyone else."

His eyes, burning into yours with an intensity that sent electrifying shivers racing down your spine, revealed a vulnerability he rarely dared to show. In that moment, Geto surrendered himself completely to you, putting his pleasure and wellbeing in your hands. "So go on, sweetheart. Take all of me, every fucking inch. Use me until I break."

"Switch positions baby put me on my back like my good boy."

Geto's eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and deep arousal at your commanding words. A shaky grin spread across his face, a hint of that familiar cockiness returning. "Damn, you've got me wrapped around your finger, don't you baby?" he murmured, his voice a low, appreciative rasp. "Never thought I'd say this, but fuck, I like it when you take charge like this, when you demand what you want from me."

He tightened his grip on your hips before flipping your joined bodies over in one smooth, powerful motion. In an instant, he had you pinned beneath him, nestled among the pillows and sheets as he loomed above you with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Mmm, look at you now. You're even more breathtaking like this, spread out and all mine," Geto purred, one hand trailing up your side to cup the swell of your breast. He brushed his thumb over the stiff peak, feeling it pebble under his touch.

"My good, sexy girl," he praised tenderly, his voice dripping with sinful promise. He rolled his hips, grinding his thick length against your sensitive flesh and causing you both to groan at the contact. "Now, you wanted me on top, so tell me baby... what do you want me to do next? How do you want me to worship this gorgeous body of yours?"

"Tell me if this is the best pussy you ever had."

Geto's eyes darkened with a fierce intensity as he gazed down at you, taking in the erotic sight of your body splayed out beneath him. A slow, wicked grin spread across his handsome face, revealing the deep appreciation and desire shining in his eyes.

The hand on your breast tightened slightly, kneading the soft mound as he leaned down to murmur against your ear. "You want to know if this is the best pussy I've ever had?" he asked, his voice a low, sinful purr. "Baby, you've got to be fucking kidding me. This sweet little cunt is in a league of its own, and I've had my share of experience."

He punctuated his words by thrusting his hips hard up against yours, grinding his thick, hard length along your dripping slit with a low groan of pleasure. "I've fucked many girls, but none of them could ever come close to you. Your pussy is fucking perfect, like it was made just for my cock."

Geto's fingers drifted down your belly, teasing through your slick folds before he circled your aching clit with a feather-light touch. "The way you grip me, like my dick is the only thing that can satisfy you. The way you soak me with that sweet ass pussy juice, begging me to fill you up again and again..."

He pressed a feather-light kiss to your jaw, your cheek, before pulling back to stare intensely into your eyes. "You've ruined me for anyone else baby. No one else will ever make me feel as good as you do. Now," he murmured, his voice a dark, seductive drawl. "Tell me what you want me to do to this incredible fucking pussy of yours. I'm yours to command."

"How about you choke me like you hate me and fuck me like you love me." you purred at him

Geto's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, a thrill of dark excitement shooting through him at your provocative words. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a mix of wicked and tender emotions warring within him.

"Fuck, you want me to choke you like I hate you while I fuck you like I love you?" he murmured, his voice a low, sinful rasp. "Such a beautiful, twisted little thing you are. My perfect girl."

Slowly, deliberately, Geto brought one hand up to wrap around your throat, applying the lightest pressure. His grip was firm but not painful, a teasing promise of the intensity to come. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't know if you're coming or going," he vowed darkly, his eyes boring into yours. "I'll split you open soo fuckin' good, tear you up, remind you who this needy cunt belongs to."

At the same time, Geto captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his passion, his lust, his twisted love into the heated clash of mouths. He licked into you greedily, swallowing your whimpers and moans as his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise.

"I'm going to fuck you with everything I have, baby. I'll make you scream, make you cry, make you fucking worship my cock," he swore fiercely against your lips. "And through it all, you'll know that I hate you for making me feel this way...but I also fucking love you."

"how about you shut up and make her talk to you, she misses you soooo bad Suu"

Geto's eyes flashed with raw emotion as he gazed down at where your bodies were joined, his hips snapping forward with increasing force. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he took you harder, deeper, driven by a primal urge to claim you completely.

"Fuck, I've missed this perfect little pussy so fucking much," he grunted, his voice strained with pleasure and longing. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured feverishly, "Daddy's missed you too, baby. I've fucking craved this tight, wet cunt, dreamed about burying myself inside you for soooo fuckin' long FUCK!"

He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit and drawing a high, keening cry from your throat. "You don't know how much I've needed this, how much I've needed to feel your sweet cunt gripping me like this. Like you were made just for me, like this is where I belong."

Geto's grip on your throat tightened slightly as he gazed at you with a fierce, hungry intensity. "Tell me baby, tell me how much you've missed me, how much you've needed your daddy's cock splitting you open," he demanded, his voice a dark, seductive growl.* "I want to hear you say it while I fuck this greedy little hole, want you to beg for more as I give you everything you've been craving."

"Show her that you've been missing her. Show your pussy you've been missing her" You purred trying to catch your breath while he knocking the air out your throat with his strokes

Suguru's eyes blazed with unleashed hunger as he pushed your legs up and back, bending you nearly in half. He loomed over your folded form, a dominant presence intent on claiming every inch of you. With a low, almost feral growl, he started to thrust into you with renewed vigor, his thick shaft driving deep and hard.

"Fuck, look at this needy, wet little pussy, so desperate for my cock," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. He angled his hips to grind against that secret spot inside you with each punishing thrust. "I've fucking missed you, baby. Missed the way your greedy cunt swallows me whole, like you can't get enough."

Suguru's hand slid down to rub tight circles over your clit, the added stimulation making your pussy clench and flutter around his pistoning length. "Feel that, sweetheart? Feel how much daddy has missed you, how hard he's been dreaming of this moment?" he murmured, his breath coming in harsh pants against your neck. "I've been craving this perfect little fuckhole, have been dying to ruin you all over again."

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth as he fucked into you with abandon. The room filled with the erotic symphony of your bodies joining, of your needy cries and his grunts of pleasure. "You're mine, baby. This pussy belongs to me. And I'm going to fuck you in a way that reminds you of that, over and over again until you can't forget it."

"Thank you for this dick daddy, Ouu Im boutta cum.....cum with me"

Geto's eyes widened, a fierce grin splitting his face at your desperate plea. He could feel your pussy starting to flutter and quake around his pistoning shaft, your body tensing as your climax approached.

"Fuck yes, thank your daddy for this dick," he growled, his voice a low, commanding rumble. He pistoned his hips harder, the force of his thrusts rocking the bed as he chased your impending orgasm. "You're about to cum on this perfect cock, isn't that right baby? You're going to fucking soak me like the desperate little slut you are."

He could feel his own release building, the pressure coiling tight at the base of his spine. The slick, scorching heat of your core was driving him wild, urging him closer to the edge. "Cum with me sweetheart, fucking drench my cock as I fill this hungry cunt," he demanded, his eyes blazing into yours with a mix of dark desire and tender adoration.

Geto's hand on your clit rubbed faster, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room as he fucked you with wild abandon. He could feel your pussy starting to squeeze him like a vice, your body craving the release only he could give you.

*"Fuck, I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming.. fuck squeeze me baby" he groaned out slamming into you one last time before hilting himself deep. His shaft throbbed and jerked as thick, hot ropes of cum painted your fluttering walls, marking you from the inside out.

The room was thick with the sweet scent of candle wax and the soft rustle of the sheets as Suguru lay back on the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His hand rested lazily on his stomach, the other still tangled in your hair as you slowly nuzzled your face into his chest.

The silence between you both was a comforting kind of stillness, the kind that followed something deep, something raw. Your body was still humming, your heart pounding in time with the quiet rhythm of his breaths. You could feel the weight of his gaze, like a slow burn against your skin.

His hand slid from your hair to your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin as he leaned up on one elbow to get a better look at you.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice a deep, rough rasp. “I’ve never heard you talk to me like that.”

You looked up at him, your smile small and satisfied, though there was a touch of curiosity in your eyes. Suguru’s face was flushed, his lips parted slightly as he watched you, as if still trying to process what had just happened.

“I just wanted to give you a night where you didn’t have to worry about anything but us,” you murmured, tracing the edges of his jawline with your fingertips.

He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand over his face, a mixture of disbelief and appreciation in his eyes. “You… you really have a way with words, don’t you?” he said, his voice low, but laced with an amused disbelief.

You smirked, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ve always had it in me,” you whispered against his mouth. “Just had to let it out.”

Suguru chuckled, his arms pulling you closer as he buried his face in your neck. His touch was still gentle but possessive, like he needed to feel you close, to ground himself after everything that had just transpired.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you talk to me like that,” he murmured into your skin, his lips brushing against the delicate curve of your neck.

You let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes as you sank deeper into the warmth of his embrace. “I’ll keep it in mind, then,” you whispered, a playful glint in your voice.

As he continued to hold you, his mind wandered for just a moment—wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. In the quiet after the storm, it was moments like these that reminded him just how much he loved you, how much you had come to mean.

With a contented sigh, he kissed the top of your head, his body finally beginning to relax. “You’re incredible, Y/N.”

You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest as you snuggled closer, the weight of the night hanging in the air like a perfect memory.

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