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milkstick · 3 days ago

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۫ ꣑ৎ . make it tap out ── jjk men dumbfucking you.

ft. gojo. toji. sukuna. nanami. geto. ── smacking. hair pulling. teasing to degration. overstimulation. rough sex.

g. satoru ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“nghh- oh fuck- looook at youu-” he groans voice slurring with pleasure, his hips snapping hard, each thrust making your tits bounce, your moans loud and desperate.

“takin’ this big dick so- mmph- so goddamn well, baby.” his hands grip your thighs spreading you wide, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and teasing.

“cant think straight right now, huh? just a drooling mess for this fuckin' cock.”

“satoru- ngh-” you gasp voice breaking as he hits deep, your pussy clenching around him, slick dripping onto the sheets.

you’re trying to keep up, to match his energy, but hes relentless fucking you so hard your brains turning to mush, his words hitting as hard as his thrusts.

“too- fuck- too much-” you whimper hands clawing at his shoulders, but he laughs, all bright and unhinged, like hes loving every second of your meltdown.

“too much? bullshit- you love it.” he teases voice dripping with that cocky edge that drives you insane.

“this greedy little pussy’s suckin’ me in, beggin’ for more.” he thrusts harder, the bedframe rattling, and you cry out, overwhelmed, your nails digging into his back.

“cmon, baby- fuck- tell me how good it is” he demands, his tone playful, his dick dragging against your walls in a way thats pure torture.

“good- so good-” you moan barely coherent, and his grin widens, his thrusts growing sloppy as he chases his own high.

“thats it- nghh- scream it, let the city hear-” he groans, and you’re done for, your orgasm crashing through you, a sharp wave that has you screaming his name, pussy clamping down hard.

he follows, spilling deep inside, his voice a broken, “fuck- baby- so perfect...” as he rides it out.

k. nanami ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“so perfect for me my love..” he groans, his hips snap against yours, relentless, the bed creaking under his weight, his cock fills you completely, stretching you, the wet slap of skin echoing as he drives deeper.

“taking me so well, love, you were made for this.”

“kento- fuck- its-” you gasp voice trembling, hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the muscle flex under your fingers.

you’re a mess, thighs shaking, pussy clenching tight, but his words keep you grounded, even as they push you closer to the edge.

“too- ngh- too deep-” you whimper and he leans down, lips brushing your jaw, his breath hot and steady.

“too deep?” he murmurs, voice soft but edged with that quiet dominance that makes you melt.

“you can take it, love- fuck- you’re doing so well.” he thrusts harder, his hand sliding to your clit rubbing firm circles that make you moan, loud and broken.

“tell me- tell me how it feels,” he says his tone a command wrapped in care, his eyes locked on yours, drinking in every twitch of your face.

“feels- so good- kento-” you choke out and he groans, low and raw, his rhythm faltering as your pussy flutters around him.

“please- dont stop-” you beg, and his voice cracks, a rare slip in his control.

“not planning to.” he growl and hes fucking you harder, the intensity building until you come, a shuddering wave that has you crying his name, pussy squeezing him tight. .

t. fushiguro ۫ ꣑ৎ .

his hands are everywhere, gripping your ass, pulling your hair, claiming every fucking inch of you.

“fuck- look at this ass-” he grunts, his hips pounding against you, each thrust so deep it knocks the air from your lungs, his dick is thick, stretching you wide, the wet slap against your clit making you shudder.

“takin’ my cock so fuckin’ good.” he says smacking your ass hard, the sting making you moan, loud and needy.

“toji- shit- too much-” you gasp voice breaking, hands braced on the table, wood creaking under the force of his thrusts.

you’re soaked pussy clenching tight, but hes relentless, fucking you so hard your brain’s gone fuzzy, his words hitting like sparks.

“slow- ngh- slow down-” you whimper but he laughs, low and mean, his grip tightening on your hips.

“slow down? nah- you can handle it.” he growls pulling you back onto his cock, harder and deeper like hes testing your limits.

“this pussy is beggin’ for it, so fuckin’ wet.” he thrusts again, brutal, and you cry out, overwhelmed, your nails scraping the table.

“cmon, doll- tell me you love this dick.” he demands voice rough, his hand yanking your hair to make you look back at him, his smirk all smug and hungry.

“love it- fuck- love your dick-” you moan barely coherent, and his laugh is triumphant, his thrusts growing sloppier, needier.

“thats it- scream it, let ‘em hear-” he grunts and you come, a sharp, shuddering wave that has you gasping, pussy clamping down as he fucks you through it, coming with a loud, “fuck-” spilling deep inside.

g. suguru ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“so beautiful- fuck- look at you..” he murmurs, his hips rolling slow, each thrust dragging against your walls, making you feel every inch of his dick.

his hands trace your body reverent but possessive, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“you’re- so perfect like this, all mine, aren’t you?”

you gasp, hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the lean muscle under his robes.

you’re a mess, pussy dripping, thighs shaking, but his words are your undoing, soft and commanding, making you want to please him.

“too- fuck- too good-” you whimper, and he smiles, all warm and predatory, thrusting deeper, his cock hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“too good? oh- you can take more.” he coos voice dripping with that manipulative charm, his hand sliding to your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you moan, loud and broken.

“tell me- tell me you’re mine.” he says his tone sweet but demanding, his eyes locked on yours, dark and consuming.

“yours- suguru- im yours-” you choke out and he groans, his thrusts picking up, still controlled but hungrier.

“thats it- nghh- my perfect girl, giving yourself to me.” he murmurs and you come, a shuddering wave that has you crying his name, pussy squeezing him tight.

s. ryomen ۫ ꣑ৎ .

“pathetic little thing- fuck- look at you.” he snarls, slamming into you, his dick so big its almost painful, stretching you beyond your limits.

his nails dig into your hip and he chuckles, low and cruel, as you moan, loud and desperate.

“cryin’ on my cock- and you’re still so fuckin’ wet.”

“sukuna- fuck-” you gasp voice breaking, hands scrabbling at his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle under his skin.

you’re soaked, pussy clenching tight, but hes merciless, fucking you so hard your brain’s shutting down, his words a blade cutting through your haze.

“please- ngh- slower-” you whimper but he scoffs, thrusting harder, the wet slap against your ass echoing in the chamber.

“slower? hah- fuck- dont even beg,” he growls voice dripping with sadistic glee, his hand yanking your hair to make you look at him, his eyes burning.

“this pussy is mine to ruin, and you’ll take it.” he thrusts deeper and you scream, overwhelmed, your nails clawing at him.

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cookiieduh · 5 days ago

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Just like candy .ᐟ

.Can you really blame him? You’re just too sweet—it’s not his fault he can’t get enough!

.pairings.ᐟ choso x reader, geto x reader, gojo x reader.

.cont.ᐟ MDNI, fem!reader, cunnilingus (duh), JJK men get pussy-drunkkk, fingering, edging, praise, dirty talk, pet names, light dacryphillia, overstimulation, hint of dumbification, not proof-read, porn with litch no plot, light bondage perhaps, dom and sub dynamic (geto),

.extra.ᐟ whew… jumping straight into it lol. part two with the other JJK men. soon.

CHOSO KAMO٠ ࣪⭑ hold on tight .ᐟ

“Mmph, babyyy,” Choso mumbles deliriously against your cunt, the vibrations of his husky, almost whiny, voice against the sensitive flesh making you bite back a squeal.

He has you sprawled out across the mattress, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs as he holds them apart, preventing them from quivering shut in attempts to quell the onslaught of his crazed tongue.

“C-Cho, s’too much!” you choke out, head barely raising before immediately falling back, as if there was a magnetic pull between your cranium and the pillow. You writhe under the press of his upper body, legs shaking beneath his palms because he just doesn’t. Let. Up.

“C’mon, baby. Please, jus’ a little more,” He pulls back for a second, blown out eyes meeting your glossy ones as his warm breath puffs over your abused sex.

Maintaining eye-contact, Choso’s tongue lolls out once more, just barely grazing your clit.

Light taps and swirls until the little kitten-licks grow bolder, flicking between that sensitive bundle of nerves to those puffy folds. His fingers continue to press into your thighs, kneading the muscle as he continues the assault.

He’s been going for so long, is his jaw not aching?

Well, it is. But, hey, any ache is worth seeing you melt into a puddle right before his eyes.

“Ngh—oh, fuuuck!” Your chest heaves with dry sobs, boobs bouncing hypnotically as you twitch. You can feel your boyfriend smile against your sore pussy before licking another stripe up the swollen folds.

Choso laps and laves at your cunt like a man possessed, never giving you even a second of reprieve. Honestly, you’re not sure how much more you can give him.

One of your hands slides up to squeeze your breasts as your back lurches off the bed, the other flying to thread through your lover's messy, black tresses.

“You’re so, mmh, squirmy,” you can hear the smirk in his voice as he moans lowly against your slit, giving it one last messy kiss before he pulling away to take in the view you’re presenting him with: Hair beyond mussed by your endless thrashing against the pillows, shirt ridden up to the base of your throat, red marks blooming on the plush of your tits after grabbing them so tightly.

What a beautiful mess.

Chin glistening, Choso grins as you, utterly whipped and entirely pussy-drunk. “Think you can give me oneee more, baby?” He rasps, head dipping down to rest against your stomach. He plants kisses just above your navel, and you think that this might be your chance to catch a break.

Much to your dismay, you thought wrong.

Choso continues to trail kisses across the soft skin of your tummy, grip loosening around your thighs, only to trail further up. Another desperate mewl is pulled from your throat as his index finger meanly skims circles around your clit, avoiding giving the nub any direct attention.

You want to cry.

“You s-said, jus’ a lil’ more,” you whine, tears gathering at the edge of your lashes after throwing your head back for the nth time this evening.

The only response you get is an amused snort. His fingers continue to evade the place you need them most, purposely, torturously.

“Looking so pretty when you’re all messy f’me.” He murmurs adoringly, wholly ignoring your rebuke that rings hollow to even your ears.

Choso watches your body jerk with a mix of fascination and fascination, observing the way you buck your hips, seeking something more than the way he barely dips his fingers in and out of your slick entrance.

It’s the sweetest torture once he finally slips the digits inside your silky cavern, curling them so suddenly, so forcefully, that it makes you see stars behind your tightly shut lids. “Oh, there she is.” Choso simpers lazily as he pumps his middle and ring fingers in and out, grazing that spongey spot inside just right, sending you pummelling towards another earth-shattering orgasm.

Tears are trailing glistening paths down your flushed cheeks as your calves lock around his shoulders, thighs spasming, pussy clenching, as you cum for the who-knows-how-many-eth time tonight.

Finally, after leaving you thoroughly fucked-out by his fingers, he slowly eases them out. You feel sore all over, and the sudden emptiness makes you cringe. You raise your head just slightly to look down as Choso, the satisfied, hazy smile he sports as he stares down at your ruined pussy. Your cheeks burn.

His eyes flit up to meet yours as he rises to his knees. “Gorgeous,” he breathes, leaning down to press a kiss against the drying tears on your cheeks.

“You’re perfect, sweetheart. So perfect.” He litters another few pecks against your jaw before capturing your lips with his own. You taste yourself on his tongue as it breaches the seam of your mouth, making your breath hitch in your throat.

He pulls back, your gaze drifts down.

“Cho-” you begin, eyes zeroing in on the stiff bulge tenting his grey sweats, a small, damp patch where he’d felt his own dribble of bliss from lapping at your syrupy folds. It was as if he enjoyed giving you head more than you enjoyed receiving it. “Do you want to—?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He cuts you off with another smooch, attempting to quell your concern and growing sense of guilt before rising.

You’re still pouting when he looks down at you, eyes lidded so sultrily.

"Baby, I'm serious. Don't worry--hahh--!" he cuts himself off with a breathy sigh as you reach for him, palm pressing against the thick outline of his rigid length.

All soreness in your body is immediately forgotten by his airy response. Now you're tugging down the waistband of his pants, the dazed glaze in your eyes becoming hungry once his throbbing cock is freed, hot and heavy in your hand.

Somehow, you manage to switch previous positions--boneless but absolutely determined to return the favour. Your boyfriend's pliant, strong legs shifting further apart as you lean in closer, breath ghosting over the flushed tip of his lengthy dick.

"Now it's your turn."

𓂃⋆.˚

SUGURU GETO٠ ࣪⭑ it’s addictive .ᐟ

Here you are, spread out over your superior’s lap, his thick fingers plunged deep into your gummy walls.

“Sugu,” you breathlessly whine, head reclined against his shoulder as your chest rises and falls with steadily increasing rapidity. "Don't tease." Your hips buck, and thighs would threaten to close around his static hand if it weren't for his other that kept your knees pried open.

"That's part of the fun, though, lovely." Geto's cheek brushes against yours, lips grazing the shell of your ear in a way that's so purposely seductive. He's kept this game up for a while, successfully reducing you to a desperate, mewling mess.

"It's not fun when you're doing nothing." A trace of frustration bleeds into your treble admonishment. That's when you make the mistake of reaching down to cover his hand with your own, attempting to coax him into doing something. Anything.

As if to provoke, he barely scissors his fingers open in your clingy heat, making you gasp, thighs just begging to close against his hand that keeps them pried apart.

"Good girls listen, they don't rush or demand. They take what's given to them." The cult leader murmurs sweetly from behind you as he continues to slowly, agonisingly, stretch you out. "Good girls get rewarded," he dips his head down until his warm breath grazes your ear.

"But bad, disobedient girls--they get nothing." he whispers, as he continues to press the pads of his fingers against your slick entrance - never pushing deeper, never giving the stimulation you're practically keeling over for.

A choked gasp is pulled from your throat when he slips his digits out completely, leaving you cringing at the sudden emptiness.

"Suguru!" you almost want to growl in frustration, chest heaving with desperate, impatient breaths as you all but throw your head back against his shoulder.

Your hands practically fly to your poor, neglected pussy, seeking to do give it the proper attention Geto had been purposely avoiding.

"Not so fast, gorgeous." he swats your hands away just as you barely manage to circle your clit, grabbing both your wrists with one hand, he wrenches them behind you, grabbing the cotton rope you've come to know so well from the side table, tying them behind your back.

"Please!" You hate how pathetic you sound. Suguru revels in it. "I'll be good, I s-swearrr!" A dry sob rips through you. But actions speak louder than words, and right now, you're rubbing your thighs together, seeking any modicum of friction to quell the burning arousal between your legs.

"You can start by keeping still." You can literally hear the smug in his voice, picture the exact curl of his lips he's more than likely sporting at the feeling of your wrist twisting beneath the soft but securely tightened rope.

It takes everything in you to stop your trembling, to stop pressing your thighs so tightly together.

"mhmmm." Suguru hums his approval, the low, resonant sound making you all the wetter. Watching you rigidly spread your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to whatever touch he decides to inflict, makes Geto feel an almost sadistic sense of delight.

"Eyes on me, sweetie." He simpers, free hand coaxing your chin to face him. Only inches apart, he leans in, pressing one, then two--you stopped counting by the third--kisses to your lips. Small, teasing pecks dissolve into lengthy, sultry smooches.

Before you can even catch your breath, he's easing his middle finger in, barely plunging past the entrance. "only one finger and this greedy pussy's already sucking me in," He smirks against your lips, pressing and raising the pad of the single digit in time with your ragged pants.

You don't utter a. Single. Word. Holding back every gasp, every mewl. You're not about to risk breaking the spell of his touch by asking for more--not when he's finally giving you what you want, what you need.

"Oh, look at you," Suguru snickers tauntingly, finger finally breaching that tight ring of resistance. "Trying so hard to keep quiet, huh?" He snorts, making your cheeks burn hotter.

After a few slow pumps of his fingers, he finally slips in another, pace increasing only slightly as he watches your reactions through lidded, amethyst hues.

Your eyes begin to drift closed, back arching just barely off his chest. He uses the moment to his advantage, free hand slipping up from your mid-thigh to firmly pat against your touch-starved clit.

You jolt, eyes flying open as you let out a small yelp of surprise from the sudden stimulation. "Oh--!" The single syllable falls from your lips as you tense, anticipating another hit that's sure to come.

And it does. Multiple, actually.

With each mean tap, your sex only grows slicker, melty walls clenching so deliciously, so sweetly around Geto's thrusting fingers.

"It's like she's trying to pull me in." His breath brushes against your neck as he leans forward to rest his chin on top you shoulder, watching you cunt milk his digits for all their worth.

He's doing it on purpose--he has to be. She? He's referring to your pussy as if it's its own separate identity? fucking weirdo, but, god, if the embarrassing choice words weren't it working.

Wetter, slicker--your cunt is practically squelching as his fingers plunge into you with increasing vigour. They curl up, hitting that spongy spot justtt right.

You're close, devastatingly so.

"Think m'gonna cuuuum," You whine, your arms practically fighting against the ropey restraints as you seek some way to anchor yourself before your impending orgasm wholly devours you.

"Yeah, you do that." Geto breathes out, far more enamoured by how your greedy cavern resists letting his fingers leave each time he pumps them in and out.

His other digits continue circling, tapping, flicking--and whatever he can come up with--your clit, never giving the swollen, over-sensitive nub a second of reprieve.

You wildly jerk forward, hands flattening against his front as your climax hits you like a freight train, coming with a sharp cry of "SUGURU--!"

But his ministrations don't slow, and they don't speed up either. He continues driving you through your peak with the same steady rhythm, the overstimulation making your legs quake around his arms.

"It's not my fault; she just doesn't want me to let go." Geto rasps against your neck, still peering down at the mess he's made of you. Finally, his pleasurably painful assault on your quivering pussy begins to slow.

He gives your sensitive mound one last light slap for good measure before he eases his fingers away from your swollen folds--only to bring them to your lips.

"Suck." The single command is enough to get your lips parting, soft tongue swirling between his middle and ring fingers as he lightly presses them down against the pink muscle.

Your wrists are still tied behind your back, rubbing just a little raw as palms push against the wall of muscle that is his abdomen.

He plants a single, tender kiss on your sweaty temple, slipping his fingers out of your mouth before untying the rope that had bound your wrists together.

"Did so well f'me, sweetheart." He flashes you a lazy grin, looking so satisfied at the way he's left you all boneless and melty in his lap. You flinch when his hands land back onto your thighs, relaxing when all he does is knead the pillowy flesh.

And then it comes.

"Think you can take my cock, too?"

𓂃⋆.˚

SATORU GOJO٠ ࣪⭑ anywhere, everywhere .ᐟ

“Gojo!” You hiss sharply. “Are you crazy?”

“Ah, ok, so it’s Gojo now.” Satoru teases, already hiking your skirt up your thighs, sinking to his knees. “Y’know, I think I like it more when you call me ‘toru.” He smiles coyly, the words spoken so sultrily that it makes your cheeks heat.

"I. Don't. Care." You whisper-yell, even as your fiancé dips his head between your thighs. "We're supposed to be in a meeting--!" Your voice pitches to an embarrassing squeak at the word. All he does is snicker, pearly whites splitting his grin as he looks up at you.

"So? They can wait." He says with absolutely no sense of urgency. "Plus, you're just too sweet to resist, especially when you look at me like that." and by 'that', he means the way you're scowling down at him.

He's insatiable, really. Annoying too. Making you pretend you needed to take an important call before following you out of the room a minute later to--by his own words: 'see if you were okay'.

"What if someone comes to check up on us?" You urge him to see reason, even as you spread your legs further.

Admittedly, it's not entirely comfortable to be half-leaning against a hardwood desk in an empty classroom, but the awkwardness of your position is soon forgotten as he licks a languid stripe over the front of your panties.

"Then they better enjoy the view." He shrugs easily, licking another stripe before his index comes up to press your slit through the material. You know he's only joking, but there's still a sense of unease warring with the steadily growing arousal as he keeps teasing.

"Well--make it quick then." You sputter, heat pooling in your gut as you feel yourself growing slick under his dextrous touches.

"Of course, sweetie." He coos, voice dripping with feigned saccharinity, warm breath ghosting over the clothed slope of your pussy before digits dig into the waistband, pulling it of and letting the garment drop to your feet.

You gasp when his fingers spread your puffy folds apart, eyeing your twitching hole with an intensity that makes your face burn all the more.

You hate to admit it, now more than ever, but he's a vision. Tousled white hair pushed back by his blindfold, stray snowy strands escaping the makeshift headband, framing his features in a way that's so unfair.

Flashing you one last toothy grin, Satoru surges forward, tongue immediately flicking over your exposed clit.

He lets out a breathless laugh when your hips buck from the contact, mindlessly seeking more of that heavenly sensation from the assault on your sensitive nub.

"easyyy," He chides smoothly, vocal vibrations against your quivering sex making you gasp. His forearms dig deeper into your thighs to stop your skittish squirming while his fingers continue holding your lips apart.

"ngh, S-Satoru --!" Your hands fly to the back of his head, caught between pulling him closer or pushing him away as his tongue continues lavishing your jutting bundle of nerves with boldly growing licks and swirls.

Aww, that’s what it took to be back on first name basis with your fiancé? Cute.

Spurred on by your airy sighs and sharp breaths, he flattens his tongue, licking a up a long strip before sucking your swollen peak into his mouth, lashes batting as he looks up at you.

You can't get too loud--knowing how thin these damn walls are, you'd better hold back or someone really is going to 'enjoy the view' after walking in on you both.

But the pressure of his pursed lips suckling is almost too much to bear.

Mouth hanging open, head lolling back as you hike one of your twitchy thighs even higher up, your hips roll senselessly up against his handsome face, grinding your sloppy pussy harder against those sculpted features.

"F-Fuck-" You tremble, fingers tugging at his ivory strands even tighter, making him moan lowly against your bared, weeping cunt. Another shudder ripples through you as your peak approaches, and you bite back something louder.

You come with a stifled mewl, legs shaking, one hand jerking back to steady yourself against the desk. Back arching, keeling forward, you let out a plethora of shaky gasps and pants.

Satoru releases your thoroughly suctioned clit with a pop, pulling back, plush lips gleaming with the gloss of your arousal. “Fast enough?” He asks, voice a little raw from disuse. He’s looking far too smug, too proud, by the fact that he made you come so quickly.

Before you can retort, he pulls back completely, still on his knees with his neck craned back to watch your stuttered reactions before azure irises flit down again. Your mouth opens as if to bite back, but soon snaps shut when he lets out another breathy chuckle.

“You’re twitching.” His blown-out gaze jumps back to your headed cunt, the way your fluttering whole clenches around nothing. Six eyes or not, you really can’t hide anything from him. God, he could probably feel your heartbeat thrumming beneath the flesh.

With fingers still holding your pussy-lips apart, his middle finger trails down to skim along your slit before dipping inside. Your back lurches forward, head dropping down as he wastes no time pressing against that spot—the one that makes stars explode behind your tightly closed lids.

“Such a sweet little pussy,” Satoru murmurs, entirely enthralled. “Squeezing me so tight.” He purrs teasingly, meeting yours briefly before they flutter shut as he goes in for another taste.

His finger eases in and out of you, massaging your gummy walls so sensually you feel like you might explode. It’s soon followed by another before his tongue lolls out to work over your swollen peak once more.

Suddenly, he switches the positions, tongue prodding at your cinched entrance while his thumb feverishly circles your clit. “Taste fuckin’ heavenly,” his voice is muffled as his tongue continues to push deeper inside, prodding in and out with quickened strokes.

One hand hooks beneath your knee, coaxing it to rest over his shoulder as he shuffles closer to you.

The attendees had to be getting suspicious by now, when you're so lost in the sensation of your soon-to-be-husband's mouth, you can't seem to muster any regret.

“Please, ‘toru,” you breathe, head falling forward as he continues to delve his tongue deep inside your silken cavern. “I need to—ngh, oh—!” Your quiet, hushed moans making his lips curl into a smirk, still pressed into your sobbing folds.

“Oh yeahhh? You need it?”

You hate him so bad.

His fingers slip down from your clit to press into your melty core while his lips mash against every inch of your perfect, puffy pussy. And you’re falling apart on his tongue for the second time in what had to have been only ten minutes.

Legs shaking doubly as wildly as before, you let out a choked cry—one that’d no doubt be heard from when all attendees were waiting for your return. “Too m-much!” You squeal as he drives you through sensory overload.

You have to literally wrench his head away just to get him to stop eating. There’s a pussy-drunk grin curling his lips as you struggle to focus on him through the hazy fog of overstimulation.

You’re just about coming down from your high, his long, slick fingers dragon-clawing the meat of your thighs. He finally moves to stand, but the moment he’s extended back to his full height, he’s pushing you back up against the desk with his front, arms braced on either side of you as he leans in closer.

“I sure they won’t mind if we take a few more minutes.”

a/n: running on two hours of sleep and too tired to proofread. Toji, Sukuna and Nanami next. hopefully.

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kunareads · 3 days ago

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brat | track one

360

producer!suguru x popstar!reader

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wc: 2k

content: smut, fluff, smau / exhibitionism (concealed in a public setting), fingering, drug/alcohol use, ambiguous relationship status / a little scene-setting before we get into it next chapter :)

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Variety — YEAR OF THE BRAT: SUGURU GETO AND YN HAVE THE INDUSTRY IN A HEADLOCK (AND THEY’RE LAUGHING ABOUT IT)

Vulture — INSIDE THE CULT OF YN AND GETO: WHY EVERYONE’S COPYING THE CHAOS

The Cut — THE ART OF BEING WATCHED: THE ROLLOUT THAT TOOK OVER YOUR TIMELINE

[ seven days, 14 hours to drop ]

you’re chewing gum when you walk in.

the meeting room is glass-walled, over-lit, aggressively air-conditioned. it smells like money and emails. a brand director is mid-slide, gesturing at a screen filled with words like reach and multi-platform ecosystem. someone else chimes in about vertical integration.

suguru trails two steps behind you with half a croissant in his hand, headphones slung around his neck. he doesn’t say a word—just drops into the chair beside yours and opens his laptop as if the room isn’t full of people.

you don’t take your sunglasses off. their fault for lighting the place like an interrogation chamber.

“the aim is cultural virality,” someone says. “we’re thinking cross-brand utility meets niche rebellion.”

you blink slowly. blow a bubble. pop it.

“is there a slide where you tell us what the fuck that means?”

suguru doesn’t look up, but he does smirk beside you—the silent, crooked kind he gives you when he thinks you’re being mean on purpose. (you are.)

a younger exec tries to pivot. “no, like—we just want to elevate your image without diluting the—”

“please don’t say authenticity.” you cross your legs. “i’ll have to light myself on fire.”

[ six days, 12 hours to drop ]

@/cultyn (instagram post) 📸 : your silhouette behind a sheer curtain with silver tinsel, suguru’s tattooed hand pulling the curtain aside. 💬 : countdown in bio. don’t be late ⏳

@/cultgeto (instagram post) 📸 : same as yours. 💬 : it begins 🔄 360 video friday

[ four days, 22 hours to drop ]

you feel it before you name it—that warm, sparkling edge of visibility. the music’s perfect. the lights are forgiving. everyone’s looking, seeing exactly what you want them to.

but the only eyes that matter are fixed on you from a corner—suguru, legs spread and an arm slung over the back of the couch like the section belongs to him. (it does.)

he waits.

you let it build. air-kiss people you barely remember. twirl a girl’s hair between your fingers, whispering something that makes her giggle. lean into camera flashes, catching light in your earrings, your clothes, your teeth.

and when you’re satisfied, you cross the floor, hips swinging like a threat, and slot yourself between his knees. he leans back and gives you that look—somewhere between dare and devotion.

“having fun?” he asks, amused.

you straddle his thigh without answering. your skirt rides higher, his eyes drop lower. instead of stopping you, he grabs his jacket from the seat and drapes it over your bare shoulders—possession dressed as modesty.

“so fucking spoiled,” he mutters, more observation than complaint. like he’s proud. like he made you this way on purpose.

you roll your hips once. then again, slower, dirtier. a palm settles on your ass to guide you, not stop you. his show now, not yours. every grind hits harder as you fall into the rhythm he sets.

he takes your drink, downs it in one swallow, sets the glass aside. you watch his throat work before that same hand trails condensation up your thigh and under your skirt.

you’re slick through your panties.

“you’re such a fucking handful,” he says with a smirk, planting kisses from your cheek to your jaw. his voice is hot in your ear, close enough to catch between beats. “you know that?”

you tilt your head, feigning innocence. “wanted you to touch me.”

his smirk deepens when you slide your knees wider on the seat for him. he shifts your panties aside and sinks two fingers in.

your mouth drops open as he sets a pace. you arch into him automatically, grinding harder, already after something without permission. his palm presses over your clit with every thrust. it’s sloppy—shallow breath, parted lips, heavy eyelids.

you try to keep the rhythm, to stay composed, but his fingers work in time with the music, eyes pinned to your face. he kisses you when he catches it—the split second where it stops being teasing and starts being need.

“breathe.”

your hips stutter, the warning landing between your lungs and your legs.

“you’re gonna cum too fast.”

you nod, or shake your head—you don’t know. you ignore him like you always do, desperate now, chasing it like you’re not surrounded by strangers. if anyone’s watching, suguru’s already made sure they can’t see anyway.

“you wanna be fucked on this couch in front of everyone?” he asks, voice dropping to something fond and a little mean. “or are you gonna behave?”

you don’t answer. can’t. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath hitching as his cologne fills your senses. you’re right on the edge—

“i know, baby.” he murmurs it like a spell, dragging his thumb up your clit. “i know. make a mess if you need to.”

you cum on his hand like it was his idea. like you didn’t start the whole thing in the first place.

he keeps you there, fingers still inside, letting you come apart in pieces on top of him. your hips twitch and you whimper into his throat, melting against him. he lets you ride it out. lets your slick flood over his fingers and down his hand, then pulls out slowly. tucks your panties back into place too carefully for what just happened.

then he brings one finger to his mouth, licking it clean. he offers the other to you, and you take it like you always do—lips parted, tongue out, wrapping around him slow in the way you know drives him insane. you suck, humming low in your throat like a thank you.

you start to lift your head, suddenly aware of where you are and the fact that the song’s changed twice, but a hand finds the back of your neck, grounding you as he kisses your temple.

“not yet,” he murmurs. “you’re okay.”

so you exhale and let yourself sink into him fully. your cheek pressed to his chest, his arm snug around your waist, jacket still warm over your shoulders. the music keeps playing and the lights keep shifting, but for a few more seconds, you stay where you are.

[ four hours to drop ]

you’re twenty-five minutes late and only partially dressed when you go live.

you rarely do interviews separately. don’t take meetings separately either, unless you’re trying to scare someone. livestreams are the same—it’s him or nothing.

suguru stands behind you, black shirt half-buttoned with the sleeves rolled up. he’s halfway through lacing your corset, rings flashing as he works the ribbon like he’s tying a gift.

“i told you to start getting ready two hours ago,” he mutters, eyes on his hands.

“you did,” you agree with a nod, squinting at the phone propped against the hotel mirror. the chat scrolls too fast to follow, but you catch a few:

SUGURU HANDS WATCHERS STAND UP he’s doing it wrong but like… sexy?? she’s so calm i would be screaming and crying and biting

“chat says you’re doing it wrong.”

“chat can’t get you out of a corset with one hand,” he deadpans, not even looking up.

you seal the joint in your hands with a slow press of your tongue, dragging it across the paper like you know he’s watching. (he is. he always is.)

he finishes with a final tug, knotting the ribbon tight and smoothing the laces like he’s proud of himself. his fingers trail down your spine in a lazy line as he kisses your bare shoulder once, soft and thoughtless.

the lighter clicks. you inhale, exhale. watch him in the mirror as he disappears from the frame to rifle through the jewelry you’d dumped onto the counter earlier.

he returns with earrings, necklaces, and bangles in hand.

“stay still.”

his fingers are cool where they skim your neck. he hooks the earrings in slow, fastens your necklace, slips each bracelet on one by one and brings your hand to his lips when he’s done.

you pass him the joint.

“we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago and it’s thirty minutes away,” he says, exhaling smoke.

“mm,” you reply, dabbing on lip gloss. “better hurry up and pick my shoes then.”

i’ve never wanted to be a joint so bad in my whole life HE PICKS HER JEWELRY?????? is this foreplay or a grwm

[ 30 minutes to drop ]

the diesel party is still going by the time you leave. your heels click loudly against the sidewalk. suguru’s hand rests low at your back, half-steering. he smells like weed and your favorite cologne.

someone with a press badge calls your name—matte lipstick, eyes wide like she can’t believe you’re real. she catches you just before the car with a mic, a cameraman, and a hopeful smile.

“just a second—can we get a quick word? you both look—” she hesitates, trying to find the right language. “—unreal.”

suguru stops halfway behind you, not moving his hand from your waist.

“so,” she starts, practically vibrating. “what made you two want to show up together for tonight’s diesel launch?”

“we love a party,” you reply, smiling.

she laughs like it’s charming. follows up with something about your sound, the visuals you’ve been putting out recently. you let suguru answer that one—you’re busy watching the lights bounce off the gloss you left on his cheekbone.

“okay, last one. you probably get this all the time, but—are you two… together?”

suguru grins. “we’re the same person.”

you don’t miss a beat. “worse.”

the interviewer laughs, flustered and delighted. “right. okay. thank you—”

but you’re already sliding into the backseat.

the car door shuts and the world cuts out. no bass, no flashing lights. just dark leather and air conditioning and exhaustion behind your eyes.

you exhale once, sharp, and start leaning forward to unbuckle your shoes.

suguru stops you. “let me.” like it’s obvious.

he pulls your feet into his lap one at a time, slipping the heels off like you’re breakable. his thumb circles your ankle, slow and grounding. your breathing evens out.

outside, cameras flash against the windows, but the tint’s too dark for them to get anything real.

it echoes in your head. are you two together?

“you didn’t say no,” you say softly, eyes closed.

he keeps rubbing. “you didn’t either.”

when you look at him, he’s smiling at you, eyes soft like he’s listening for something unspoken.

you settle deeper into the seat, one hand resting over his.

neither of you has said it.

but he always shows up. always looks at you like you’re the only person in the world speaking his language.

and you do the same.

you’re each other’s. just not in a way you can put in writing.

[ three minutes post-drop ]

the 360 video drops at midnight. it’s trending by 12:03.

the internet does what it always does.

@/bratchive: every brand strategist watching this with tears in their eyes

@/getogirl: brat / tamer dynamic so loud you can hear the leash drag

@/forynonly: legacy is UNDEBATEDDDDD icon behavior

you don’t check your phone, but you feel it—the shift, the buzz, the spin of it all. the world catching up to something you’ve already lived through.

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edensrose · 6 days ago

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Saw ur headcanons yes give me brat taming suguru who’s so mean but praises u for taking it when u submit

𐔌 𖹭 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 ˖ ࣪✧

ᡴꪫ. mean suguru & brat taming, fingering, choking 𖹭 f. reader ˖ ࣪ꮽ˳

˖ ࣪ 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ۫ ۶ৎ idk if this was a request but I got inspo so anw here !

"did I say you could squirm?"

the sharp shmack! to your wetness echoes through the room. your pussy throbs at the aftermath, slick from two carelessly fingers that stuff along your slit. so quick to rub on your clit and pinch the pathetic pearl until your face hangs into the mess of sheets. until you sob, jerk your hips back and splutter so pitifully.

" 'm sorry - sorry sugu - please."

another sharp spank. you whimper at the cool metal of silver rings that grazes over your sopping folds as he returns to his long-winded strokes. "oh you'll be sorry. fucking brat." the hand in your hair abandons for your jaw instead. long fingers encase you tight, a clamp of his authority. suguru yanks you back into him with only a cruel grin.

"slutty lil' pussy doesn't seem so sorry right now." his huffs to your ear send shivers down your spine. heat pools around your thighs. they clench, trap his mean hand. he reprimands with a sharp bite to your ear. "look at her."

two fingers wriggle their way through the tight expanse. feeling for treasure troves he already knows by heart. calloused pads curl into a gummy patch which sends your eyes fluttered back. another whimper. this time you earn his thumb shoved into your lips. to pacify your pitiful whines — or perhaps, to spill your drool all over.

his wrist falls into rhythm. chasing squelches and symphonies your spilling cunt offers eagerly. slick coats his palm in seconds. violet eyes grow in their greed. how he wishes to shove you down and pull your thighs back onto his face. swallow your nectar and fuck you on his tongue like an addict.

"sugu . . . suguru," you attempt. your gulp follows the stroke of his palm now on your throat. "s'rough, baby." there you go, squirming again. your hips knock forward into the bed's edge. you bite back a smile. that bratty little smile that meets the sheets when his hand returns to your hair.

not a word. his hand does all the talking. two fingers become three and soon your poor pussy is the victim of your brattiness. his thumb joins the mix, your clit's caught in the crossfire. when your thighs try to clench his legs split yours open in a steel lock.

"no you don't," suguru's glower meets an all-time-low. not once does he meet a beat. every plunge of his fingers attacks another sweet spot. spills more arousal over his palm and splatters the floor on impact. you'll be standing in a puddle soon. "don't even thing about it. you're gonna take it. bratty whores take it and don't fucking complain."

oh, you have him now. the second his tone switches to that deep, dark cadence, you know you're in for it. there's no fighting him when your juices cause a scene. splash the floor and the sheets. once - twice - thrice — until you sob.

no reprieve when he shoves you further up the mattress. shoves your shirt over your tits fucks you back onto his cock. it only took a wet pop! before your sweet cunt welcomes every vein, every bump and throb. one slow pump, maybe two - and then you're mouthing the sheets and lost in the onslaught.

squirming is pointless. you learnt that after the first few battered thrusts. surely the backs of your thighs will be bruised by him. suguru doesn't care. it's just another reminder for your bratty pussy.

one hand in your hair to keep your head shoved. he didn't need to look at you. not when your mouth and sloppy heat make up for it all. the feral smacks of skin join the sinful symphony. you're spilling. gushing, even. all while your body becomes a canvas to his other rough hand. pinches to your nipple, flicks to your clit. he paints sin across your skin, evidence together with his biting mouth and sucking lips.

you're down in a prone before you know it. fisting the pillow. eyes glossy and rolled to the ceiling. his thrusts shallow into a merciless hump as he milks another orgasm from your swollen cunt. you can't bear any more squirting, so instead you bubble cream to splatter his ravaging cock.

"fuck, there she is," he croons. there's that satisfying limp he's been waiting for. with a bicep round your throat, he's able to nudge your head up a bit. he crooks over you, haughty violets drinking in your debauchery. "there's my pretty fucked-out whore - hah - there's m'good girl."

a sloppy, heated kiss is your reward. messy, drool catching, controlling. all while his cock continues to bully you into further submission. strains and stretches your walls. creams you full until you slur and whine in agreement with him.

"yeah, I know baby, I know," he smooches your cheek in a grunt. "doing s'good for me. pretty girl. prettiest bratty pussy. just for me."

because at the end of the day, suguru knows what you want; a rough loving and mean tongue to quell your bratty fervour.

͝ ⏝𝅄︶ ͝ ⏝ ⊹ ⏝ ͝ ︶𝅄⏝ ͝

#. ۫ ۶ৎ . 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 '𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 ﹕ suguru geto ꒱ . ˚◞✧#geto x reader #jjk smut #geto smut #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru geto smut #suguru geto x you #suguru geto x y/n #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut

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fuyungus · 4 days ago

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he's so mean and violent but you love it (,,>﹏<,,) ?!?!

A hard slap to your ass followed by cries filled the room, you're both naked sweating everywhere, he has you on your tummy, fucking you like you deserve it, he wasn't home for a while, and he had to make it up to you! So how to show that he missed you better than fucking you dumb.

He groans and suddenly takes his cock out of your hole. Before you could even protest he turns you around, making you be face to face with him, his hand traveled to your neck and he pressed so fucking hard you thought you were running out of air, but the man knows what he's doing, he let your neck go and takes his hand down to your clit, he gives it a big slap, making you squirm, and other one, and other one. "N-no more" you take his hand and put it on your neck again. "Good fucking girl" he grunts as he continues to fuck you, suddenly he grasps your cheeks and slap your face, you instantly moan at this. "You like that?" he asks, giving you a slap again.

KONIGGGGGG, Rindou, Sanzu, Tejo, Omen, Toji, Geto + your favs !!

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gojosconsort · 16 hours ago

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jjk req where bff!suguru takes virgin!readers virginity, they confess during and its just cute fluffy smut.

𓂃୨ৎ mdni. loss of virginity

“you sure you’re ready?” suguru asks, voice soft, eyes searching yours as you lie on his bed, fairy lights casting a warm glow over the room. he’s your best friend since you forever and tonight, after years of friendship and movie nights and trust, you asked him to be your first. you’re nervous, heart racing, but his gentle smile melts your fears. “yeah, sugu, i trust you,” you whisper, cheeks flushed, tugging at his shirt.

he leans down, kissing you slow, lips warm, tongue brushing yours, making you giggle nervously. “i’ll be gentle,” he promises, pulling your shirt off, hands grazing your skin, unhooking your bra with care. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, kissing your collarbone, making you shiver, nipples hardening. you tug his pants down, seeing his cock and bite your lip, “it’s… big.”

he chuckles, “we’ll go slow.” he slips your panties off, fingers finding you wet, circling your clit, making you moan, “sugu, feels good.” he kisses you, easing a finger in, then two, stretching gently, “relax, baby.”

you’re trembling, needy, and he positions himself, cock tip at your entrance, “tell me if it hurts.” you nod, clinging to him, and he pushes in, slow, stretching, a slight burn. you gasp, “ow,” and he pauses, kissing your forehead, “you okay?”

you nod, “keep going.” he inches in, filling you, and you feel so full, so close, his breath shaky. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, halfway in, and you whisper, “sugu, i love you.” his eyes widen, softening, “shit, i love you too,” voice raw, kissing you deep as he pushes all the way, bottoming out. you moan, “s’full,” and he waits, letting you adjust, stroking your hair, “love you so much, my perfect girl.”

#—amy writes : suguru geto ★#suguru smut #suguru geto smut #geto smut #geto x reader smut #suguru geto x y/n #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #suguru geto x you #geto x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #geto fluff

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queenmimis · 2 days ago

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I'll bite their kneecaps😾

The jjk men saying reader is short/too short and we say put some inches into me then?

Some Extra Inches

coɴтεɴт - MDNI, PLEASE have age in bio when interacting, jjk men x reader, nṣfw, jjk men making fun of shorter!reader, Nanami being playful for once

cнαrαcтεrѕ - Toji, Geto, Nanami, Gojo, Sukuna

an - I actually imagine the reader being average height but it's a reader insert so wtv pfft. Ty for the req I love this one <3

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eraserbread · 3 days ago

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makin a movie with your best friend with benefits, suguru ✧

→ afab fem!reader, est "relationship", filming sex, m!receiving oral, getos lethal pillow talk, use of pet names, porn with plot

suguru's standing in front of the tripod, little red light on, he's shooting, smirking into the lens. vaguely, he can see his reflection in the glass, his shirtless body, and loose hair. he's ready for you.

and you're ready for him, posed on the made bed, completely naked and pristine after your shower. coated in expensive perfume, shaved raw, wearing only your earrings, it's the only way you'd agree to make a movie with him.

he is your best friend, after all. it's hard to say no to that pretty face.

"and... action." he stands up, turning to face you. you're sitting up at the realization, smirking devilishly. "think we'll start with a pov shot."

"mm, i like the sound of that." you're crawling on your knees as he grabs the camera, ambling to the side of the bed where you're waiting so perfectly.

"i wish you could see how pretty you look on camera, " he mumbles, long hair falling over his shoulders as he looks down on you. his gaze flickers from the screen to your face, and his smirk turns into a concentrated scowl.

you're working your fingers at his pants, sliding nimble hands into the fabric to pull his cock out of its confines. he's so hard, springing to life and pearling with dribbles of precum. the coldness of the air makes him shiver—geto's eyebrow twitches.

when you're wrapping your lips across the familiar tip, he's breathing out a satisfying sigh, lips quirking into a smile as your prominent lipstick stains the paleness of the skin. longer, manicured nails dig into his thigh, leaving marks in his warm flesh. you're sucking him like you're in love with him, and you think you are.

your devotion is forever etched into this camera.

"yes... suck it just like that, my pretty girl. drool on it, let me hear you." he's purring in a dipped voice, so horny he's shaking. it's something about the way you look right now, staring up at him with watery doe-eyes through a camera and right to his face. He can't stop flicking up and down at it; he's starting to lose his cool.

and you're certainly not helping the situation as you gag and moan over his impressive length, spit falling from your slick lips. you're putting on a show, letting it slide from your lips and press against your face. you're like a different person, using his groans as fuel to suck harder—put more life behind it.

"ah, that's so hot, beautiful. 'm gonna cum, you can't just—can't just look at me like that." suguru's free hand pushes his hair back against his skull, that one determined quirk in his thin eyebrow never fading. it's so counterproductive, hearing him call you hot. you wish you could shovel those praises down his throat, but you're happy and gagged right now. that's enough.

"cum in my mouth, geto-kun. please.” you’re mumbling, wet eyelashes trembling with tears. his breath is deep, shaking in his throat as you kiss up his shaft, tongue tracing the prominent, pulsing vein there.

you can’t see it—the camera’s in your face, but suguru’s expression plummets. “how… god, how are you so hot?” his core is trembling, long fingers tightening over the camera. then, he reaches down to stroke your lips, pressing his cock into your cheek. “kiss it, baby.”

so you do. right there on your favorite vein, next to geto’s thumb.

“fuck it.” he grunts, turning abruptly to put the camera on the bedside table. he doesn’t know what angle this is gonna catch, but he tilts it so he can see your bodies as he pins you down. “you can’t just fucking do that. mmh — gotta cum inside’a you.”

“did you like my acting?” you’re smiling, biting across your bottom lip as he grinds between your thighs, lips at your neck.

“that wasn’t acting. you’re just a tease.” he’s desperate, one hand fishing blindly between your bodies, trying to find its home inside of you. he’s dragging the thickness of his cock through your labia like a tease, face screwing up when he dips inside of you on every upstroke. you're sobbing slick over him, panting moans hot between you as he kisses over your parted lips.

"mm, just put it in." you're not looking at him; can't bear the needy look in his eyes. he just looks so beautiful, your heart is swelling and pushing at your chest every time he peeks at you. at this point, you're bound to say something you'll regret.

but, he's taking it all away—every thought in your mind as he finally, slowly eases that grueling length inside of you. your body reacts before you can, spasming uncomfortably at the intrusion. you suck in a breath.

"you can take it. you got it, baby." he's whispering, nudging noses as he commands eye contact. his hair is hanging over your face like a curtain, blocking the roomlight, trapped alone with him.

it's the closest he's ever been after nine months of non-stop casual hookups. this is the pinnacle.

"feels so good." you give him as... something. trying to hide the look on your face as he tucks his hair away.

"look at the camera." he's sitting up, fresh, cool air wafting over your overheated body as he turns to the bedside. "say it again."

"you feel so good... inside of me. so right. i love y- it."

"you follow directions so well..." he's chewing on his words, long arm reaching to retrieve the camera. his cock hits an angle when he sits up, making your face screw in pleasure. "so pretty... hi, pretty."

"hi, geto." he's over you again, fucking you lazily with the camera at his face. watching you through the screen, you're sucking over the thumb he gives you, breathing heavily into the mic.

"hi, baby." he clears a crook in his neck from clenching his jaw so hard, dripping sweat from his hairline. "turn over. wanna get a good shot of me fucking you." he commands with the sweetest voice, knowing you'd drop everything to press to your stomach. and, you do.

sugu watches as he slips out of you, hissing as he pinches off the base of his cock. he's been edging himself for what felt like hours, though the recording only had a run time of twenty-five minutes.

"like this?" you peek over your shoulder, palms and knees pressed to the sheets. over the camera, he nods, biting his pouty bottom lip.

"such a good shot. love your beautiful body, babe." he's whispering again, sliding his cock between the skin of your ass and his thick palm. "can I cum inside of you, please? promise I'll clean you up so well."

you're nodding, neck straining because you want to see him. even when he's bottoming out inside of you, camera focused on your cunt as it stretches and inflames, you're just looking at him.

"oh, my... ohmy..." he's muttering, stress veins in his neck reddening as he does everything he can not to cum before you. his movie had to be perfect, he had to show your orgasm face—it's his favorite part, the most satisfying ending.

so, he chases it like a wild dog. the camera falls somewhere on the bed once he gets into it, both hands grabbing at your ass. he fucks you like he's trying to cum, all messy and uncoordinated—grunting hot and panting curses into the air. it's what pushes you over to the edge, his presence. the weight he puts on you when he presses over your back. it's so perfect, you're crying again.

something happens, you shriek "—clo-!"

and he takes you by the neck, craning your head over your shoulder as he kisses you to your max. it's mean—heady. unreal. and he's cumming right alongside you, just like he wanted.

fuck the camera, right now. suguru had everything he wanted.

once the high has faded, suguru is lying limp next to you, face pressed against your shoulder, laid out on his front.

it had to have been three or maybe four minutes—long enough for the dust to settle, long enough for you to realize that this round was enough. but the camera's still rolling. you pick it up.

"so..." you start, sliding from under his big body, slowly rising back to your knees. it's odd, being on the opposite side—the one behind the camera, breathing heavily as you bring it to your face.

pointing it right at sugu, you zoom into his flushed face, shot swaying like the breeze. his hair is posed around his face, stringy with sweat, damp with lust. he could be sleeping, but that smirk on his face reminds you that he isn't.

"thoughts on tonight?" you bite your lip, speaking slowly. he laughs, raising a hand to cover his blotchy face. "stop acting so shy, you're hot." you tease, reaching to slap his hand away. but, of course he catches it with those jarring reflexes, holding you by the wrist—he kisses you there. it's soft.

"shouldn't i be asking that?"

"well, you're not a very good director. where's your stamina, sexy?" you're talking slow, lens still haphazardly pointing in his direction. "mm, camera wants a kiss goodbye, too."

"bring that here." he's responding, unsure if he's talking about the camera or you, but the promise has him sitting up on his elbow, swallowing slowly. he reaches for you, snaking his arm over your waist, fingers dipping between your cum stained thighs to feel him making a mess of you. you gasp, he pulls you in.

and as you bring the camera to his lips, he kisses the lens, then turns it back on you. that blurred, smudged reflection he sees on the playback screen has his body reacting.

he mutters as he flicks the nearly hour-and-a-half-long recording off, "yeah... you're dangerous."