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paulcoleman4754 · 3 months ago
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Innovative Hair Care Solutions
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ruanbaijie · 8 months ago
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HOU MINGHAO as BAILI DONGJUN (aka 到处活蹦乱跳都随身带着自己bgm及吹风机的主人公) DASHING YOUTH 少年白马醉春风 (2024) 1.13
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rip-marauders · 9 months ago
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rip sirius black you would have loved participating in the Celine Dion transition trend with dropping the bathrobe to look glamorous and your hair being a paid actor
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dlstmxkakwldrlarchive · 14 days ago
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Not that I care at the end of the day, but I saw someone say the jinki was the straightest in SHINee because he blows his hair with a leaf blower and he does yoga (and they never met a gay that liked yoga apparently) and I'm still thinking about it (negatively).
Like even if he was, those are such dumb reasons bye 😭
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spherey · 2 years ago
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as a person with type 1b or 1c hair (honestly idk what it is all i know is that it's long, very thick, always straight, normally oily but hella frizzy after washing it) that's literally *impossible* to dry, it angers me how
literally No One
has created a hairdryer where you could just
insert. your hair. into it
like
yeah sure i know some hairdryers sorta look like these??? they're called vortex hairdryers and all
and they *look* like (keyword: look like) as if they support you just,,, shoving your hair into it and it just blowing the hair from all directions at once from the inside
but
nooo-ho-ho, nuh uh!
they just made it so that it literally only functions like a regular hair dryer but looks like one of those bladeless fans
like
huh??? why trick us into thinking that product you're making is 100 times more convenient than it actually is???
alright, so here's my plan
this is how *i* think hairdryers should work from now on
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see how simple that is??? just like
braid your long and hard to dry hair into a rope
and then just insert it and then *bam*
it's drying all of that hair at once from all directions from the inside
you may have to move it up and down a bit to get other segments of the chair but like
don't you see how convenient this is???
because it's so much better than having to
literally blow all of your hair from a thousand directions nonstop to make it even partially dry
like i find that it's so damn obvious why this method is better than regular hair drying
it saves so much pain tbh (including physical pain because your arm gets muscle fatigued from moving a real hair blower a gazillion times in a gazillion directions just to even get it partially dry while the rest of your hair is sopping wet)
and now thus concludes my argument as to why we should have hair-insertable hair dryers as opposed to having arm-fatiguing hair dryers that don't even dry your hair properly while others don't care about it because their hair isn't as thick and impossible to dry as yours
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charleslandry2722 · 10 days ago
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Dreame's Portable Hair Blower: A Game Changer for Smart Homes
If you're looking to elevate your grooming routine while embracing the convenience of smart home technology, look no further than Dreame's innovative portable hair blower. This sleek device not only dries your hair quickly but also incorporates advanced features that make it a must-have for any modern home.
Imagine being able to control your hair blower from your smartphone, adjusting settings with ease and precision. Whether you're in a rush or taking your time, the Dreame portable hair blower adapts to your needs, ensuring perfect results every time. Plus, its compact design makes it easy to store or take with you on the go.
Have you tried the Dreame portable hair blower yet? Share your experiences and tips below!
Happy styling!
Best,
Your Smart Home Enthusiast
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gamaiqdryer · 2 months ago
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MAX IQ HAIR BLOWER – GAMA IQ DRYER
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The Max IQ Hair Blower is perfect for both professional stylists and home users, delivering precision and control with every use. Trust GAMA IQ DRYER for a premium styling experience that prioritizes quality and efficiency. Shop now and upgrade your hair care routine today!
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sunbathing-cat · 3 months ago
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Just lost a chunk of my hair to a leaf blower
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snow-blower · 4 months ago
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To the person who just liked my intro post, I want you to know how fucking much I love your username 😭🫶
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jasonsmith8238 · 4 months ago
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Innovative Cold Air Hair Blower from Dreame
Dreame has truly outdone itself with its latest cold air hair blower. This innovative device is designed to revolutionize your hair care routine. With its advanced technology, it delivers a gentle stream of cold air that not only dries your hair efficiently but also helps to maintain its natural shine and moisture.
The sleek design and ergonomic handle make it comfortable to use, while its lightweight structure ensures that you can style your hair without any strain. Plus, the cold air feature is perfect for setting your hairstyle, giving you that salon-finish look right at home.
If you're looking to elevate your hair game, the Dreame cold air hair blower is a must-have addition to your beauty arsenal. Say goodbye to heat damage and hello to healthier, happier hair!
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farooq22777 · 1 year ago
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The Best Vacuum Cleaner with a Large Dust Cup Capacity.
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quadrantadvisor · 1 year ago
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Imagine if the GIW started gunning for Jason without the Batfam ever meeting Phantom. Like, Bruce has to figure out on his own that the guys in white suits with Lazarus guns are 1. a legitimate government agency, and 2. are perfectly within their rights to hunt Jason like an animal, because 3. there's secret government legislation that says that since Jason's body processes ectaplasm, he's classified as non-sapient and has no legal protections.
Bruce calling up Clark like
Bruce: I am currently in the process of breaking into a government facility in order to dismantle their operations.
Clark: Okay? Do you need... help?
Bruce: Yes.
Clark: Sure, I'll be right there.
Bruce: Not that kind of help. Oracle is sending you the files now. I'd like you and Ms. Lane to make these people wish they were never born.
Clark: [speed-reading the documents] Oh yeah, can do. This is truly disgusting. If the public is half as outraged as I am, we'll get this sorted as fast as the courts can manage.
So Clark Kent acts as a whistle-blower, the Justice League publicly condems the Anti-Ecto Acts as inhumane, the GIW is disbanded, and Batman gets pardoned for all of those crimes that he technically did by assaulting federal agents. And after all that gets sorted, some white haired kid pops up in the Watchtower like "haha thanks for that I really didn't want a war between Earth and the Infinite Realms" and the League are like "wait what"
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tsuyalovebot · 1 month ago
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certified mind blower.
explicit sexual content. mdni, ageless blogs dni.
xia yi zhou / caleb x reader. (repost)
cw. drabble (~1k wc, written in one sitting. ignore any typos). afab reader. established relationship. oral sex (reader receiving). face sitting. caleb spanks you once. improper use of evol. mentions of unprotected sex & creampie. spitting (he pushes his spit into you. deadass). use of pipsqueak. caleb typical warnings (he's a filthy freak, to no one's surprise). 
mimi's missive: your honor, i have no defense for this one. anyway, it's me again; happy belated valentines. take this while i work on my full-length caleb piece; "this" being total filth. also i reposted this because i noticed way too many errors the first time i posted it. enjoy.
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you're watching caleb wash the dishes when you say, "i want to sit on your face tonight."
or, one night, just before bedtime, you tell caleb that you want to try face sitting. 
he was fidgeting the entire time, no matter how calm and gentle he tried to appear while the two of you went over the details. you had no idea if he was nervous because he might end up not liking it, or because he might like it too much. 
(little did you know, he was trying his reaaal hardest to not bust a nut the second you proposed it. would caleb ever admit it? no. absolutely not. he's gotta appear cool in front of you, after all. maybe he would own up to it though, after it's all over.) 
but later that night, while he's tonguing you with that lithe, pink muscle in such a delicious, mind-boggling manner, something is piqued and it isn't your interest. your eyebrows raise with every calculated lick over the crevices, the folds, smooth with spit.
he's kind of a natural at this.
the fingers in his hair now belong to you just as much as the rest of him. "you're weirdly good at this. are you sure you've never tried this with anyone else?" 
it wasn't intended to come off insecure; you tried to deliver it as nonchalant as possible whilst your fingers were busy in his hair. 
he knows better though. caleb peers up at you with those stupidly beady eyes—now, however, they were droopy with a deeply rooted contentment. you feel him smile, loopy, drunk on your flavor. you wonder if he'd willingly let himself be suffocated under your body weight like this.
"hmm?" 
the vibrations would make any person's toes curl, traitorous thighs flexing around his head. the idiot moans in unabashed approval, low and shameless as he keeps his eyes on you. 
one large palm of his takes a greedily handful of your ass, and smacks. hot air is breathed out over your skin, his tongue flat against the tender flesh, drinking up the flood of arousal that soaked your labia. 
"questionin' my loyalty after all these years? when i've got my mouth full of you? i'm wounded," he dryly replies. despite his words, he doesn't sound mad at all. more pleased, if anything, undoubtedly by the way it fed his ego. 
you huff, bottom lip jutting out.  "well, you seem plenty experienced—"
"eh, not really."
caleb's adjusting the position with a tight, guiding grip so you weren't fully seated down on him. blowing onto the perky, swollen hood at the apex of your core. enamored, he was drinking in every groove and fold of your bare sex. embarrassment creeps up your spine with a vengeance so violent, you nearly bolt. 
he muses quietly, "dreams will never compare to the real thing." 
"what're you—"
"ah-ah-ah. talk later. also, weirdly good? what's your basis for comparison, huh?"
caleb pulls you back down, groaning hotly as the taste floods his palate. the ravenous glitter in those smoldering lilac eyes reduce him into something primal, wanting to satiate his most base needs. and that was only possible through you. 
and you're keening above him, hands frantically holding onto the headboard in a series of breathless gasps. it's cute; it makes him internally cheese at his effect on you. unfortunately, you don't seem to share the same sentiment, because you're promptly trying to get off of his head as your stomach tenses.
"caleb," you moan, and some branch of his sanity snaps clean off. 
it shatters when you absentmindedly grind your hips, fucking dragging the folds of your cunt up his chin, lips, nudging his nose, leaving a trail of your slick and his spit on his face. 
a plea from you, "wait, it's too direct—"
shrapnels of iridescent midnight and scarlet spark around your hips, fireworks in the palm of your hands. it takes a moment to register, but he devours the transformation of your expression nonetheless. the dazed look, the confusion, the realization. 
and caleb's the picture boy of arrogance as he activates his evol, forcing you to stay in position. the indignation that sparks in your body is only minimized by the thick, sweet moisture that drips onto his chin, one he's eager to lap up, the ambrosia honeyed in the back of his throat.
the world was truly cruel for ever trying to separate the both of you.
"since when did i say you could move? you can't just get up and leave me here, pipsqueak. surely, you aren't cruel enough to deny me some bonding with you." 
the tip of his tongue dips into the soft hole of your sex, curling experimentally. air humming around your bodies, one arm curled over your thigh, the other hand snaking around to smooth over your chest as he spells his name into your cunt. 
c-a-l-e-b. 
then in morse code, dragged out lines and probes. 
then his last name. 
and m-i-n-e.
"if signing papers at work was as easy as this, i'd have more allies than i have enemies." he hums in satisfaction, utterly lovesick as he drags his sticky lips up to suck on your clitoris, savoring the way your muscles tense and quiver in anticipation of your climbing orgasm. he can't wait to taste that.
"you're just as mouthy down here as you are up there, y'know," he comments, eyelids crinkling into crescent moons. as if he didn't say something so profoundly lewd that it'd make any sex enthusiast blush. 
"you must really like talking to me more than you let on." 
he plants a smooch over your drooling entrance, affectionate, as if it'd silence the little squelching noises it made with every slow contraction of your inner muscles. 
contemplation solidifies into surety on his handsome face, his hungry eyes turning into something more tangy, more mischievous. the crackles of his evol warp around you. 
you get the sudden, immense feeling that you're in for it. that you're in danger.
he presses his mouth up to your core, stare intent and full of a love so potent you think you're gonna be sick. "do you think if i come inside, it'll swallow just like you do?"
the air leaves your lungs. you wheeze, "caleb—"
"you'd let me test it, right?" he asks, voice softened by the need edging behind it. "you're always so good. you'd let me, wouldn't you?"
before you could retort on how he was asking so many questions, you're suddenly being flipped. the world spins, and you mistakenly take it as the end of the entire damn universe, squeezing your eyes shut as wind lashes at your skin and your back hits the cushion. 
when you open them, you're kind of bent. upper body splayed on the bedspread, your lower body awkwardly held up by caleb's arms — thighs still snug on either side of his head. now, he's urgently tucking pillows underneath your hips, angling you up, smearing another kiss onto your cunt. everything done with such fluidity, not an ounce of struggle in his taut, muscular form. 
then he spits, and you flinch. before you could even ask what the hell he was doing, he buries his face into you, tongue shamelessly pushing and pulsing against your spasming pussy — letting his spittle pool in there like a filthy brand. heat boils in your lower belly, burning your skin and you're clenching before you could think it through.
"fuck," he whispers. the rare curse slipping like a prayer from his swollen lips, awe heavy in his inflection. "you really drank it up." 
was the bedroom always this hot?
caleb, once so composed and the epitome of restraint, appeared voracious from this position. and the sight of your cunt squeezing around air, pulling the webbed mixture of his saliva and your arousal into the sinful cradle of your walls. 
gravity is the coil of a snake around your body, and you're the very fruit he's craved. caleb hums, thoughtful and pleased, just before diving back in, "let's find out."
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bibbysstuff · 2 years ago
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Party blower hair
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kurooh · 8 months ago
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— SPELLBOUND ! . . geto suguru
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⊹₊˚. while he’s out on a mission, suguru absorbs a special cursed spirit.
☆☆ 18+ content (mdni), fem! reader, unprotected sex, creampies, breeding, squirting, 1 face slap, slight exhibitionism, reader works in an office, NOT proofread..
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all he can do is run faster through the hallways of your workplace, heels hitting the floor rather roughly as suguru increases his pace. dark hair that’s usually bound in a neat bun and resting against his shoulders is currently tousled, sticking to his sweaty face. god, he’d been pulling his hair so much he made himself look like he’d lost a fight with a leaf blower.
security had initially been after him when he raced through the turnstiles in the lobby, but he’d been faster as he made it onto the elevator. ordinarily, suguru would’ve felt badly for causing such a scene, but this couldn’t be helped.
he’d been out on a mission, tracking a special grade cursed spirit in the depths of the city. according to some intel garnered through extensive monitoring of the area, he’d come to learn that this cursed spirit wasn’t just any cursed spirit…
this was some kind of humanoid curse that couldn’t be wrangled by local sorcerers and had even slipped up some sent over from jujutsu high. naturally, suguru had to get ahold of the curse and add it to his collection of special grades. now, he’d heard a few embarrassed testimonies about the curse’s technique impacting bodies and minds for a day or so.
suguru hadn’t expected the fight for submission to go as fast as it did, and he certainly didn’t expect the sudden surge of lust throughout his whole body the second he choked it down. unlike most other curses, this one was hot on his tongue and tasting of spice and sweetness.
suguru’s chest heaves as his feet skid to a stop on the carpet, right in front of your office door. without even bothering to knock, he throws the door open, effectively startling you.
“ah! suguru? what the hell are you doing here? i thought you were busy tracking—”
you take him in, eyes wandering over his broad frame. suguru’s a mess, face flushed and sweaty; his hair’s unruly and looks as though it was ripped from its bun in some kind of panic. looking closely at his eyes, you notice a lilac glow encircling his pupils, coloring over his usually brown irises.
“sugu?” you ask softly, taking a step closer. “hey, what happened? you look terrible, is everything okay?”
he groans loudly in response, hips banging against your desk as he slams his hands down on some papers.
“lock the door,” suguru musters, hanging his head as he tries to decide how to explain this mess to you. he hadn’t been affected after absorbing a curse since he was just a first year at jujutsu high, throwing up all over gojo after his new rainbow dragon wouldn’t settle down in his belly.
“will you tell me what’s going on, damn it?”
suguru whirls around, clothing looser than it had been before you’d turned to lock your office door. “i-it’s the fucking curse i was after! right after i absorbed it, i started feeling like this.”
“meaning?”
“i’m sure this sounds insane, but it was an aphrodisiacal kind of curse.. so essentially, my body and mind are aroused to a level beyond my control.” the silent implication behind suguru’s words has excitement and anticipation swirling throughout your body, cumulating between your thighs and dampening your panties.
with one look shared between the two of you and a quiet exhale, you rush forward and melt into him, his arms strong and chest sturdy against your smaller frame. dark strands brush against your cheeks as he tips his head forward to take the lead in a hot kiss.
rather quickly, his tongue is passing between your lips as his teeth clash against your own in a desperate attempt for more of you. more of your taste, made up from the sticky sweetness of your lipgloss and mixed notes of your afternoon coffee.
suguru reverses your positions easily, and suddenly you can feel how fucking thick he is through a few layers of clothing. you twist your hips, attempting to hump on his clothes cock, and he pulls your hand from his, guiding it to the bulge.
he’s struggling with your nimble fingers touching his cock just right, the sudden urge to cum rising inside him.
“ughhh, shit..”
quickly, suguru adjusts you; the small of your back hits the edge of the desk before your ass is scraping against it as he pushes you on top.
“off,” is all he commands as he drags his casual shirt and pants off, eyeing your neatly pressed pants and almost fully buttoned blouse. in this state, he’s doing his utmost to hold back for you — god, he would’ve ripped all your clothes off long ago.
“okay if i’m rough, sweetheart?”
your needy little ‘please’ along with your office slacks hitting the floor has him leaning you back onto the desk, papers flying in every direction.
although he always likes to drag out the foreplay and prep, suguru doesn’t waste any fucking time as he spreads your thighs and spits on your clit before diving right in to devour you.
“a-ah, shit!” you exclaim, voice pitched and shaking almost immediately. “sugu, lick my clit harder.. yes, just like that!”
large hands pressing down hard on your squirming thighs keeps you in place from moving anywhere but towards him and your orgasm. a mixture of your slick and his spit dribbles down his chin, catching the light as he leans up for a brief breath.
“oh—! feels amazing, sugu, ‘m gonna cum soon!”
weakly, you raise your head to observe the way he’s ravaging you, hungry for no one except you. your tits bounce as your body twitches, falling over the cups of your bra and almost through the half undone blouse.
you sit upwards, and he lets you go so you can wrap your thighs around his head. soon the blouse falls to the ground, discarded, and your bra follows suit.
“s-suguru, ‘m gonna— ‘m gonna cum!”
you bite down hard on your fingers as he lifts you and drags you up and down his face, slurping every last drop of your taste. he groans faintly as he licks your inner thighs clean, despite the fact that he’ll be making them messy again pretty soon.
“on your belly, sweet thing.” suguru punctuates his words with a smarting slap to your ass cheek when you turn over, and he picks up your panties from the floor. the lace is sticky with the mess you’d made getting so horny when he’d been kissing you.
he balls them up and shoves them into your open mouth, then circles the desk so as to position himself behind you. suguru can’t help but groan as he finally takes off his boxers, letting his cock rest on your ass before he moves any further. without wasting much time outside of your cunt, he spits on his cock and lubes it up.
he’s hot and heavy, then thick and absolutely throbbing as he nudges his sticky tip forward and between your slippery folds.
“fuck—! ughhh, shit, sweetheart,” he feels as though a bucket of water has been splashed on him, the heat and wetness of your cunt addicting as it envelops his cock fully.
you whine a little from the stretch, bouncing your ass on him as you try to adjust completely. with a hand planted firmly on the wood of the desk and the other pressing into the plush skin of your hip, suguru advances forward, driving his hips into you mercilessly.
“suguru!” a near scream of pleasure almost rips from you, but thank god he’d gagged you with those panties.
“shhh, you need to stay quiet, sweetheart,” he chokes out, the lilac glow in his eyes growing brighter right before they roll back into his head. “y-you’re real tight, baby, ‘nd you’re taking me so fucking well, shit.”
suguru is literally drilling you into the desk, but it’s still not enough for him. he only moves faster and harder, leaning his body over yours to nip at your jaw, nudging your burning cheek with his nose.
“i’ve been waiting to use your pussy like this since i got cursed,” he grunts, satisfied at the way your eyes roll back into your head at his words.
with each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls, you reach your orgasm quickly. your body twists beneath his as you sob, clenching on him and all over.
however, a rare pressure coils in your pelvis; tight and hot and ready to come out, all over him.
“sugu, ‘m gonna cum.. fuck, i-i think i’m gonna—”
your voice raises, words spoken fast and sounding just a little panicked. after all, it’s not like you squirt that often with suguru, and especially not on your work desk in your workplace with your coworkers walking the halls.
what if you got your papers and stationary all wet like this, by being nasty?
“go ahead ‘n make a mess, sweet thing,” his voice rumbles in his chest behind you, low and exuding hunger. “all over me, yeah?”
“a-are you sure?” you gasp, liquid already starting to drip from your pussy; you can barely feel it since he’s fucking it away.
displeased, suguru raises his hand and lightly slaps your cheek, just enough to sting but burn.
“of course i’m sure,” he grunts, eyes meeting yours as you tearfully turn back to look at him. “give it to me.”
just his words have your eyes rolling back as you cum on command — puffy cunt clenching as liquid sprays onto his pelvis and balls. he lets go too, pulling out and jerking his cock onto your pussy.
“fuckkk, sweetheart..”
suguru’s eyes, still glowing, fall shut as his cock shoots cum all over your quivering pussy; your cum mixes with his and starts to run off your clit, and you lean up to start cleaning yourself.
a strong hand presses right into the middle of the back and pushes you down immediately.
“sugu, we have to clean up, what’re you—”
“don’t play dumb,” he sighs, impatient as he rubs his tip in the mess covering your pussy before pushing back in.
you let out a choked gasp, which is unheard over the sounds of sticky skin smacking against skin. he removes his hand from your back and spreads your asscheeks, giving himself a nice view of your rear.
“one orgasm won’t relieve the curse, sweetheart.”
it doesn’t take much for you to melt, losing all your resolve as he fucks you into the desk with little mercy. your face’s pressed into the wood as tears pour down your cheeks, lips parted by sounds you couldn’t even think about holding back.
“i-it’s gonna happen again,” you mewl, unable to sit up or move much as you squirt on him yet again. the spray soaks some papers, and his pelvis, drops of liquid sparkling in dark hairs.
thoroughly fucked out and unable to count how many times you’ve cum, you wail his name, only one thing in your head.
“put a baby in me, suguru. fill me up, please.”
“oh yeah? that’s what you want?” tears of overstimulation build in his eyes but he just can’t stop fucking you. the position, view, sounds, feelings, place, all of it — he doesn’t want to stop.
“fill me up,” you cry again, pushing yourself closer to him.
“i’d much rather see your face as i stuff you full, baby,” and with that he’s pulling out of you, as painful as it is, and flipping you over with ease.
drool runs down your chin as you blink up at him blearily, not one single thought behind your teary eyes. your face crumbles as he pushes inside you, back arching off the desk.
“my baby’s been fucked dumb,” suguru laughs, glancing at your bouncing tits and rock hard nipples. “look at me when i cum, hm?”
you force your eyes open, noticing the tears in his own. he looks beyond amazing — face flushed, eyes squinted as his orgasm rushes up, long dark locks a mess behind him.
“i’ll put a baby in you,” he grunts, tone sounding just the slightest bit competitive.
inside you, suguru thickens and throbs before he loudly chokes out a groan and finally cums inside you. the warmth of his cum inside you has you squirting again, the slightest bit of liquid running down the base of his aching cock.
“think that’s enough, suguru?” you gasp, leaning your head back, body entirely limp.
he pulls out, hissing softly at the loss of your warmth. cum floods out of you, staining your skin as some drips to the floor.
“i could always eat you out..” he offers, grinning slyly.
“suguru, you just—”
a hasty knock on the door has you sitting straight up, limbs aching from being pressed into the desk as much as they were. suguru’s eyes widen, as do yours, as reality hits the two of you like a goddamn truck.
you recognize your boss when she calls your name, and a few of your coworkers’ voices. “is everything alright? we’ve been hearing continuous thudding outside of your office. the office has just been locked down, since some random ran in past security.”
you smack suguru’s shoulder, face contorting.
he shrugs dramatically before grabbing some tissues to wipe up your thighs, himself, and the sprayed liquid covering the wood of your desk.
“ma’am, we will be coming into your office. this is necessary security protocol.”
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