Tattooartist!Sukuna who is so used to being ogled by girls that he’s on the verge of putting his 2 weeks’ notice in. He knows he’s hot, muscular, breathtaking even (like some girl said while sitting on the studio chair and trying to get in his pants), but people piss him off, both men and women. He wishes he could just ink them up and never see them again.

And when he sees you staring at him from across the room he’s sure you’re about to say the same shit every other girl has said in the past three years he worked at the studio. But he’s utterly surprised when, instead, you turn around and close the door behind you.

He waits for you to come back, because you do have a tattoo appointment, but you don’t. That’s why he presses his ear against his door to listen to you trying to reschedule your appointment when there’s another tattoo artist instead.

He gets out and leans on the door, making himself visible, and when the girl at the reception asks you why you want to reschedule you look at him while saying “I just don’t think he’s professional enough to make what I’m looking for.”

And now you’re pissing him off, because he’s good at what he does and he knows it. So he comes closer to you, trying to intimidate you with his height, and slowly challenges you saying how he will get your stencil done for free. If you don’t like it he will personally pay for your tattoo, no matter the price. You accept the challenge, tattoos are super expensive these days, what do you really have to lose?

And that’s how you find yourself in his bedroom getting pounded from the back, your fresh tattoo on your spinal column.

“Thought you said I wasn’t professional enough, mh baby?” He whispers in your ear. “Looks like you enjoyed the tattoo, yeah?”

Between moans you manage to slightly turn around and kiss him on the lips. While you’re still close to his face you smirk.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it more than me.”

You feel his dick jump at your provocative tone, and he picks up his pace while standing back up. He slaps your ass, hard, earning himself a squeal before feeling your pussy cream on his dick.

“Fuck yes I do.”

toji ❤︎’s head from virgins . .

he’s super mean.

toji holds your head still with a tilt, forcing you to look up at him. your eyes water from the sting of his grappling fingers tangled in your hair, unforgiving.

you’re situated before him, fat cock sliding against the side of your dewy cheek. it’s embarrassing and vile, but you can’t help yourself from sticking your tongue out for a taste, just one.

“nasty girl .”

he taps the pudgy tip against your lips, in which you open on command. surely he wouldn’t have to tell you that much.

drool and pre dribbles from your leaking mouth, dirtying your thighs and the floors below you, making him cringe at the mess. the one he’d have to tidy up later. this is what he gets for trying to fuck on a virgin, he presumes.

nonetheless, that’d be a worry for later.

for now, all he could focus on is your soft, watery mouth. uncontrollably producing saliva , making it a perfect place to stick his dick in. and to add onto that, you’re cute. it’s like a 2 in 1, he jokes to himself.

“open wider . don’t panic, or you’ll bite down .”

he grumbles, squeezing in a finger into your mouth besides his cock to prevent you from biting down. it elicits an uncontrollable gag, one that has you squeezing your eyes tight in order to halt your tears.

he hears your inaudible mumbles of ‘no, no,’ most likely because his girth is well beyond what a virgin should be able to take in her mouth. you seem to be no different, gently prying at his fingers and moaning onto his dick; which doesn’t help your case.

how could you not panic ? he was huge, and it hurt. your throat burned viciously, although roughly 4 to 5 inches was still yet to be inside your mouth. you attempt to push him away, pressing against his meaty thighs, but to no avail.

“behave now, little one.” he tugs at your hair, pulling your mouth off his dick and what’s left is truly adorable. a cute, braindead little cock-sucker , your drool coating your chin and trailing down your body, your gaze leading off somewhere he couldn’t care less about.

he rubs his cock head against your cheek once again, forcing your attention back onto him.

“y’r daddy didn’t teach ya any manners?”

“h-he did—“

“so what’re you bein’ so messy for ?”

he grins when you attempt to tidy yourself to the best of your ability, wiping away the spit and tears that coat your face.

“‘s okay. this daddy’ll teach you how to do it right .”

he is just so infatuated with you. everything about you drives him absolutely crazy. your walk, your voice, your eyes, your smell, your hair, everything. everything. he can’t think properly when he’s around you and he hates himself for it

every time you sit next to him in class is a blessing. when you randomly start talking to him and he notices your eyes shamelessly traveling down to his lips. god, his head just explodes whenever you do that. he’ll accidentally stutter and he gets so embarrassed when he hears you laughing

and when you ask for his number he feels like he could collapse right then and there. of course he gives it to you and with no hesitation at that. and that leads him to his current situation

he can’t sleep. your innocent conversation had strayed so far from it path. he feels so pervy about it. staring at your nude pictures. how did it even get to this? he’s not sure. his mind is foggy and he can’t think straight, but his body is no late in reaction, and neither is his hand

the way he’s fucking his fist is almost feral. his leaky, almost purple tip ready to burst at any moment. imagining his hand as your drooling cunt that must feel oh so warm and tight. god, he wants to fuck you so badly it hurts! but what’s this? your asking for some pics in return?? maybe he’ll just send the mess he made of himself in a matter of seconds just by looking at your pictures. that should be enough, right?

link : when choso gets off work aggravated and stress, you tend to help remove that stress by making him rub off on you.

link : choso loves when your legs are up in the air while sitting on his lap. The feeling of his fingers deep into your tight warm hole.

link : the feeling of riding onto him while giving each other passionate sweet kisses, while holding onto you tightly.

link : after a long stressful day, choso takes it upon himself to make you feel good and relaxed. His soft lips and hands rubbing all around your body.

link : choso loves when your all oiled up, sitting on his lap while giving your ass some slaps and jiggling it while at it.

link : choso loves giving you rough back shots when you decide to be a brat and not listen to what he tells you to do.

link : choso loves seeing the sticky clear cum coming out you both. Watching you slowly throw your ass back, hearing the sticky and squelching sounds coming from you.

link : ass slaps, and teasing you is definitely a must for choso.

©𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒 !

gross toji :(

toji who lovessss to watch his creamy cum coat your asshole after he cream pies u :3 he’s mesmerized by the sight , not allowing you to scurry away and hide yourself when you catch him staring !

he simply holds down one of your thighs effortlessly, and takes his time watching your cunny desperately try to hold his fat load of cum inside but failing to do so, and so all of his cum dribbles out to waste , perfectly coating your pretty holes.

he ignores your cries for him to stop staring, and how he’s embarrassing you, but he could care less. matter of fact, he probably can’t even hear you.

poor boy just keeps starin and starin until he can’t help it anymore and leans his face down to press a sloppy kiss onto the mess just to try. you squeal, desperately shoving his head away, rambling about how gross he’s being and how dirty it is down there, but he doesn’t care. at all.

toji simply can’t hold back, really. even if he tried his absolute hardest . the man just starts full-on making out with your creamy holes, his own cum dripping down his chin and dirtying the sheets below.

hopefully you don’t notice the way he uses his tongue in an attempt to push his cum back inside you.

bully gojo zzZ

super mean bully gojo who makes fun of you for not giving good head :( he knows you’re not experienced, and you really are trying your best to please him but it never pays off!

he’s constantly teasing you over and over for doing such a poor job, but never lets you by before he has you on knees sloppily drooling all over his stupidly big dick. you just don’t get it.

“such a sloppy mouth. ‘s a shame you don’t know how t’ use it.” he sighs.

the tip of his flushed cock lays flatly against your tongue, your drool and spit messily dripping all over the place, over his shaft and onto his hand. his thumb lays besides his cock inside your mouth, pressing on your tongue. he pays your mess no mind, fully attentive to how you plan to take him this time around.

your doe eyes come up to meet his, a silent cry for him to help. his stares back, his gaze piercing into your skin, shutting your eyes quickly to avoid his confrontation.

“suck it, baby. i shouldn’t need t’tell you that.” he mumbles firmly.

your fat lips wrap come to wrap around his sloppy cock head, only forcing yourself down halfway before it elicits a loud gag. you squeeze your eyes tight to prevent the tears pricking at your eyes from falling, attempting to pull yourself off per usual, but this time you’re stopped by a harsh hand behind your head.

“stop running. y’r gonna have to take it all at some point, dumb brat. might as well have it be this time, hm?”

you open your eyes in terror, and he only chuckles. he allows you to calm yourself, shallow but gentle thrusts allowing you to get used to the feeling.

he loathed having to treat you like a porcelain doll, but he knows that would’ve been broken long ago if he didn’t handle you so tenderly. and he can’t have that happening.

“loosen your throat.”

you squeeze your eyes tight, waiting for the moment he attempts to purse himself deeper in your throat. it burns, the way his mere girth is able to stretch all of you to impeccable lengths. the corners of your lips strain, spluttering as he holds your head in place and nudges his hips further into mouth.

you can’t help but hiccup around him, your throat convulsing perfectly to his liking.

“‘s too tight..” he whines, still mindlessly attempting to shove your mouth down on him completely.

“i guess that jus’ means we need t’do this more often.”

tw ! smut, mdni, aged up characters, corruption kink, fem!reader.

megumi is so into corruption and he almost hates himself for it.

he likes the shy girls with little to no experience who go all wide eyed and squirmy when they’re told something nasty. he likes the girls who’s brains get a little bit fuzzy when they’re praised for the first time, when calling them a good girl makes their lashes flutter and their skin warm up.

megumi likes the girls who need to be guided through big crowds or held up in tight spaces because they’re a little clumsy and might fall. he has a l dirty little thing for the ones who post pictures with their pouty, glossy lips and pictures the same pigment smeared along his lengthy dick — teaching them how to suck it just right, messing up their angel faces with tears and spit and all sorts. sometimes he likes to be needed by sweet, innocent things who wear their skirts a little too short and adorn those frilly ankle socks that are enough to drive a man like him mad.

maybe it’s a little gross of him, to prey on the weak and the pure — slaughtering them like a lion feasting on a lamb. he can’t help that he likes the way your the lace frills around your ankles socks dangle over his broad shoulders when fucks you deep and slow against your girly sheets, amongst your soft plushies and pillows.

he can’t help but to relish the taste of your drooly lips and the sound of your babyish tears when he hits that special spot along your sticky, wet insides. megumi wants someone to dote on, someone to press into the sheets and ruin for better ( or for worse ). he wants to be the one who teaches these precious little gems like you how to be bad and the perfect little fuck toy all for him.

flashes of guilt often cross his mind, makes his brows crease at the centre of his forehead midway through bending you over the edge of your bed and ploughing your poor pussy until there’s a darkened wet patch staining your sheets. he really shouldn’t be doing this, not to someone as innocent as you. who doesn’t know any better.

but then you cry out his name in warbled gibberish, reaching back for fushiguro’s large, veiny hand because you like being used by this and how he makes your legs tremble and shooting stars strike a path before your very own glossy eyes. you like this just as much as he does. and suddenly, megumi doesn’t care

because he’s found a twisted happiness in the idea of corrupting you so bad that no one else can satisfy the misguided, devious thoughts in your head. so that you’ll seek him out for pleasure and pain, because you know just what he likes and he’s taught you exactly what he wants you to like. <3

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate, feed into ai & recommend elsewhere.

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thinking about black panther! suguru who can never let his cottontail rabbit! girlfriend out of his sights

the only thing is that you don’t know you’re his girlfriend yet

he watches you bounce around the town square, wicker basket in hand, pretty ears pricked atop your head as it takes in the bustling sounds of the farmer’s market

but what he loves most is when your little cottontail wiggles and shakes every time you see something you like.

the sight sends shivers down his spine, so much so that he can’t help but imagine how much it would shiver when he bends you over and ruts into your soft flesh, his thick and angry length making you squeal and claw, trying to get away from the big, bad predator

and of course it doesn’t help that you’re all dressed in white, an angel ready for corruption, all wrapped up in a frilly sundress that he swears he can see your pink panties through if he looks hard enough

and almost as if the gods had heard his wish, a gust of wind lifts your skirt just high enough for him to see your lacy undergarment, pink and… is that a damp spot? all for him?

a surprised squeak leaves your lips as you immediately push down your dress, but it was too late — black panther! suguru who has already committed that sweet sound to his memory, knowing that’s exactly the sound you’d make when he rams his now aching and drooling cock into your juicy cunt

black panther! suguru continues to stalk you through the shadows, his footfalls silent as he follows your bouncy ones through the market

your naive demeanor is one he wants to protect but also one that he wants to steal for himself — the way your expression looks at everything with innocent wonder, gaze twinkling and glossy lips parted

oh, how he’d love to slot his cock between those pouty lips

black panther! suguru who feels his possessiveness flare when you approach a meat stall that’s being run by a cheeky, blue-eyed white panther! satoru

he watches his rival’s tail swish and swish, a tell-tale sign to suguru that he was just as interested in you like how the black panther was

the white panther showers you with various prime cuts of meat, almost as if he was showing you how good of a partner he could be. how good of a mate.

which makes suguru all the more possessive over his sweet, innocent cottontail girlfriend

black panther! suguru who decides then and there that he’s staking his claim on you before anyone else could

little reminder that toji will fishhook your mouth when he fucks you from behind if you try to hide all those pretty moans of yours in the sheets. he absolutely will not have it. maybe if he’s feeling nice, he’ll let it slide… but if he’s gonna make you whine, he wants to hear every bit of it.

EREN + FOUR EYES GF <3

eren x glasses!fem!reader

cw: sucking dick, pussy eating, titties being called little, glasses being seen as smth innocent.

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eren can't explain it...he just loves your fucking glasses so much.

ok, first of all, he thinks you look adorable in them. and when they knock up and down against your face that's how he knows he's fucking you right.

don't get him started on how you suck his dick. your frames sliding down as you choke on his cock? poor baby :(

-and when you clean them off because he couldn't help but cum all over them.

he is a titty man. he needs titty pics sometimes just to get through the day. so, you sending him a pic with ur little perky titties and your glasses making you look so...innocent? it kills him every time.

wait...are you cleaning ur glasses? how about eren eats you out on the counter rn as your blind ass can barely see him.

fuck he loves eating your pussy. lapping at that little wet clit is all he needs in his life.

ps. he pouts when you have a contact day.

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an: this was sooo short but i really wanted to do smth cuz I'm aching for him but I'm so busy rn I can't even do anything. EVERYTHING is shortened because i have acrylics on rn and even though they're short they're fucking killing me

warnings. fruit, spitting, fem receiving oral, slight exhibitionism

you can’t help but notice how sensually kamo choso eats mangoes. you feel bad for it, eating mangoes isn’t supposed to be sensual. you’re not supposed to get hot and bothered by watching your boyfriend eat fruit. but the way he swirls his tongue around the tip, collects all of the liquid and swallows and breathlessly sighs after taking a bite makes you seriously, really believe that he’s doing it on purpose.

“‘s so yummy,” he says and it’s breathy. his cheeks are flushed pink because of the summer heat, his hair is tied in a messy low bun. “ya wanna try some?”

you’re not really paying attention to his words — eyes glued to the way mango nectar drips from his chin, onto his bare chest. you have the fleeing thought of you in between his legs, tongue flat against his tits.

he’s smirking. he knows the effect he has on you. “my love?” the pet name makes you shiver on this hot, sunny summer day. you hum in questioning. “do you wanna try some? it’s really good.”

“yeah. mhm.” you’re about to get up from the lousy beach chair, but he beats you to it. choso has a knee in between your thighs — one hand on the back of the chair, supporting him, other still holding his mango. he sucks on the mango, eyes on yours, then kisses you — lips wet and sweet and sticky.

ꜱᴋᴀᴛᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅᴇʀ!ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ

★ ☄︎ he was a skater boy, she said see ya later boy!

⤷ genre: fluff, frustration ⤷ tropes: reader fumbles, fluff, minor hurt -> comfort, popular!reader ⤷ series (jjk men as athletes)

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who is the school's nonchalant object of desire. he doesn't realise it, how those silver-onyx piercings speckle his ears or the devil-may-care bandaids around his body that has the school in a chokehold. he doesn't realise loads of things, as you'll find out.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who asks you out casually after school, his hands in his pockets, half lidded eyes as he inspects you. you bristle.

you've witnessed boys handpick bouquets for you, girls write you careful love letters, but this choso hasn't tried much at all.

you reject him, thinking nothing of it.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who you start noticing him at the cafeteria, composed beside his friends. in class, his habit of keeping to himself, bobbing his head to some invisible tune. it's almost as though nothing happened.

at the skate park your friend drags you to because she swears you'll finally catch feelings on one of the skaters, unaware of the prior rejection, you watch him glide seamlessly over the rails in the distance.

'hey, let's go. there's nothing much to see.' you tug your friend's arm, your face burning. what if he sees you? he'll think you're spying on him.

he catches your eye as he does a trick mid-air. your breath hitches. he says nothing. the skateboard hits the ground.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who's standing right beside you when a guy from your class comes over, shyly.

oh no, not now....

you compel your eyes on the boy before you as the same old stunt unfolds, ignoring not the guy beside you. when the confession finishes, you kindly send the boy off with a "sorry. i'm not super interested right now". you turn around, ready to flee.

humiliated, the boy asks, "do you flirt with guys for fun then?" your heartbeat staggers (what did he just say?), and you unconsciously lean away from him. no way he said that...

"don't harass those who have no interest in you." the taller figure steps forward. "did nobody teach you better than that?" the boy squeaks something incomprehensible at the sight of choso interfering and hurries away.

"thanks."

there's a super good question doing cartwheels in your brain... why are you so flustered?

you figure that's it, you'll leave and never speak about this incident again, about to step away, until you hear a low voice rumble behind you. "that's nicer than how you rejected me." all words die in your mouth as choso eyes you, not making a move. "you gotta be meaner," he instructs. his tongue works a piece of gum.

as he skates away, too fast for you to chase, you breathe out in the hot afternoon.

"you gotta be meaner" the words float through your head.

meaner, you think. choso returns to your head, with absolutely no ill intention but that sexy nonchalant gaze roving over you, gently splitting apart.

there's only one thing stuck on your mind.

"fuckk i fumbled."

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who's shipped with you in the weeks leading up to valentine's day. tiny conversations in class. absent-minded nods. disappearing to the skate park after school. the grade's ultimate unofficial couple... and he doesn't seem ruffled at all.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who teaches you how to skateboard, to the distress of your parents and friends. bruises and minor scrapes appear on your knees, contrasting your dainty baby blue shorts. it's a way to show you're his, even if unofficially.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who comments on your progress, the necklace you gave him tucked under his black shirt. he pats you on the back in a friendly way, too friendly.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO who lets you grip onto him when mounting the skateboard, strands of his black hair tossed over his face concentrated on your footing.

you hold your breath. he walks you slowly down the bank of the river, sunset illuminating his beautiful beautiful features, the lean curvature of his jaw. the peace he holds with his gaze.

you suddenly say, "are you going to ask me out again?"

"no," he states. your heart drops. "no, no- no." his expression contorts from apathy to sudden desperation. you flinch away from his hold.

you're wobbling. oh no-

he skids to the ground just in time, catching you before your fall. rough baggy pants grind against the rough concrete. he's holding you with a criminal care.

"i meant, no- i didn't know you liked me like that," he says. collecting himself again, he asks, serious, "i know this isn't the best time to ask, but i hope this time you can give me a chance." his inquisitive eyes are watching for your consent. "you don't have to, of course, but... wanna grab a bite after this? i know a place."

it's the perfect time to ask.

SKATERBOARDER!CHOSO whose baggy hoodie you wear to school to the surprise of nobody but choso, himself.

"you know they're all expecting this, right?"

he looks around the hallway. "what? oh. yeah." you're about to ask what he means when he explains, 'yeah the boys know i've liked you.'

this time it's you in shock. 'since when??'

he pauses, as though pondering, himself.

'freshman year.'

maybe you're the real oblivious one at the end.

☆ ryomen sukuna x f!reader ☆

cw: college au! smut! rough! degration! drabble

first thing you thought when you saw this man:

‘oh. i wanna fuck him.’

the way he acted like he absolutely hated you, always hiding a smirk when he caught you staring at him. his arms, his face, his muscles, his fucking tattoos.

“jesus. stop staring at him like that.” megumi would groan at the sight of you oogling the man. you’d blink up at him. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

your mind went crazy at night thinking about him. picturing him relentlessly pounding into you until you’re crying. a strong hand around your little throat.

don’t get started on his voice. the way he’d casually degrade you made your legs quiver.

“what the fuck are you looking at?”

the way you’d go over to him and yuji’s shared apartment just to hear him go “why the fuck is this bitch here?”

oh you loved it. and he knew it too.

that’s why when you stayed on yuji’s couch after a night of drinking, you casually thumbed at your phone, sending drunken misspelled texts to your friends.

‘hed so ficking hot giys’

‘seroudly i bet his duck is huuuuge’

your insistent typing got interrupted by a sudden groan behind you.

“why the fuck are you here?” sukuna stood behind the couch, looking over your shoulder. you quickly shut your phone off, turning to him.

your eyes almost popped out of your head at the sight of his shirtless chest.

you hadn’t even changed out of your bar clothes yet, still in a short little skirt and a low cut top. you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to your attire.

“dressed like a slut too. are you begging to be fucked or something?” he scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. your cheeks heat, looking away from him.

“no… just didn’t bring extra clothes” your thighs clench together to calm the heat from down there.

he hums, walking to the fridge for some water.

“and i’m not a slut!” you work up the courage stand, to practically yell at him, despite how weak your voice sounded. this makes him turn around.

“really? you sure look the part.” he chuckles.

“fuck you.” you spit out at him, making him smirk.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he quirks his head, eyes raking over your now standing form. the way your skirt hiked up just above your thighs.

okay, you were fucked.

“fuck! s’too much.” you mewl into the cushion of the couch, sukuna’s big veiny cock pounding into your tight little cunt. his hands gripping tightly at your hips, his pelvis meeting your ass with a loud clap at every thrust.

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” he laughs at your cries, his tip kissing your cervix every time he enters you, fucking you from behind.

he leans closer to your ear, his consistent deep trusts along with your moans were the only thing that filled the silence of the living room.

“runnin’ that fucking mouth and can’t even take dick.” he growls, grabbing your wrists and pulling you back to bring your bare back against his chest. you were covered in a thin layer of sweat, panting, all while he still had his full stamina, fucking into you ruthlessly.

you were embarrassed by the sheer wetness of your cunt, how the squelching noises proved how insanely bad you wanted him.

you whine when he lets go of your wrists, bringing his free hand to your throat, pressing you against him. using his other arm to wrap around your middle to hold you in place while he pumps into you.

“s’kuna!” you cry out, tits bouncing with every thrust. it was borderline painful the pace he was fucking you, but you loved it. you craved it. you spent countless nights fucking your little fingers imagining it was him.

“your pussy’s suckin’ me in like a fuckin' slut. thought you said you weren’t one? guess you’re a liar too.” he chuckles, hand tightening around your neck, partially cutting off your airflow. your hands go to reach behind you to tug at his hair, but he stops you.

“don’t fucking touch me.” he seethes, your cunt uncontrollably squeezing around him from the degration, making him groan and roll his head back.

“fuckk, you like that don’t you? so pathetic. suckin’ me in so well, though.” he grunts out between each thrust. you were so close, and he could sense it.

“g’nna cum.” you whine, hands gripping the edge of the couch.

“no, you’re fucking not.” he lets go of you, your upper body falling back onto the cushion below. you let out an exasperated scream when he suddenly pulls out of you completely. you crane your head back as far as you could to look back at him. he just has a smug ass smirk on his face.

“want you to beg for it.”

your mouth falls agape for a moment, but immediately closes.

“p-please, wanna cum so bad!” you try grinding back into him, but he holds you steady.

“surely you can do better than that, baby” his hand comes down to place a firm smack on your ass, making your eyes squint closed for a moment. you huff, pouting up at him.

“need your cock so badly, sukuna! p-please let me cum i need it!” you pathetically plead. you could feel the way you clenched around absolutely nothing, missing the presence of him inside of you.

“that’s more like it.” he quickly presses the fat head of his cock to your entrance, slowly easing in, stretching you out all over again.

“my own personal slut" he groans, feeling you clench around him.

his pace is even more brutal than before, his dick easily finding your sweet spot and hitting it over and over until you were practically drooling on the couch. his eyes glued to where you two meet, a ring of white around his cock.

your nails dig into the cushions below you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen. you were probably tearing the poor fabric apart at this point.

his fingers grip at your hips, pushing you up and down his cock. you were sure he was holding you so tight there will be bruises the next day.

suddenly his pace gets faster and sloppier, his cock pulsing inside of you. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from screaming out, feeling blood bloom from where your teeth meet your lip.

“gonna let me cum inside? be my little fuck toy i can do anything i please with?” he pants out, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“yes! yes, please do! o-oh my god!” your vision goes hazy as you cum around him, milking his cock fully as he follows suit, pumping his cum deep inside your weeping cunt.

you were pretty sure you blacked out for a second.

you collapse on your shaky arms, trying to move away from his unending thrusts. he pulls you back with a growl.

“the fuck are you going? we’re not done.” he starts back up again.

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this is definitely suguru as your best friend's brother. call you victoria justice because the way you wanted this man was something that needed to be investigated.

having to sneak around with your best friend's brother wasn't fun, but the thrill was exciting, it got your blood pumping, and the anticipation of wondering what he was going to do next aroused you.

every time you came over, his eyes would trail over you slowly, taking every bit and feature of you in. it's like he was trying to remember every single detail that was on your body and face at the exact moment you walked in.

suguru couldn't hide his attraction for you, he tried so hard to, but it always failed. the boner that was sticking through his sweatpants told on him every time, he didn't care and hated the fact that he had to.

hated the fact that he couldn't walk right up to you and take you right then and there, not caring who was watching. the only thing on his mind all day was you and no one else.

it's like the universe was against the both of you, why did you have to be his sister's best friend, and why did it have to be taboo, he hated it, but he loved sneaking behind her back and doing nasty things to you that he would never think to utter to anyone else.

the first incident happened a little after the first few months, the both of you were giving each other the “eyes.” there you were walking to the bathroom at 2 am in your tiny shorts and oversized t shirt.

he was there in the hallway with his arms folded, like he was waiting for you, and he was. suguru wasted no time to kiss you and there was no hesitation on kissing him back.

that night, you had the best sex that you could ever imagine, and it kept happening because the both of you loved it. loved the thrill of having to be quiet while he grabbed your hips with great force while bending you over his desk and fucking you.

having to time when to kiss, when to see each other, and when to fuck wasn't for the weak, but suguru got the job done with ease every single time. he knew how precious your friendship with his sister was, so he didn't want to take any chances with getting caught.

he wanted you all to himself and that was his goal in all this, just play it safe so that he could keep you in his arms. he was so in love with you, and you were so in love with him.

suguru loved having you by him, loved smelling you, being with you and especially being inside of you. the sex with you was out of this world, he didn't even want to think about doing it with anyone else and never will.

if this was wrong, then neither of you wanted to be right.

you were sugurus best eater and no one could compare, you being able to suck his soul out of his body was one of the reasons he decided to make you his partner, which is wrong on his part and is also why he would never tell you that part.

before the both of you made it official, you both would hook up with each other and the way you made his eyes roll back and his toes curl was ungodly, he couldn't even moan one good time before he was cumming in your mouth.

he loved the way your cheeks hollowed out, and your tongue teased the tip while your hands played with his balls. no one ever had a technique when it came to sucking his dick, so it would just be a whole sloppy mess, but the way you did it was different.

the goal you have when sucking his dick was to make him cum as fast as possible, because let's be honest, sucking dick can be exhausting unless you absolutely love it, so having his big dick in your mouth for a long time wasn't the greatest time, but his cum was a great reward.

sugurus mind was blown when your tongue first made contact with the tip of his dick, and all in that same mind sequence his cum was landing in the back of your throat, he couldn't let this go.

everyone else sucked dick like they really didn't want to, the only goal for them was to look hot while doing it, and it only failed. whenever you did it, although you were doing it quickly, you had a technique that worked every time, and you looked sexy all at the same time.

he wanted your mouth latched onto his length every day and every second of the day. the best part is that you didn't know the thoughts that swirled around in his mind, about how he wanted to lock you up and keep you for himself.

when you two weren't together he would get jealous at the thought of you sucking someone up like you did to him, and it made his blood boil, that mouth should be for him and him only and that's exactly what he did.

“who taught you how to do that?” is a passive-aggressive question he would ask you every time he came into your mouth with no delay. who taught this gorgeous person in front of him how to suck dick that good.

once you reassured him that you practiced with yourself and got the technique from yourself, his worries withered away, and his dick grew in size, teaching yourself how to do something so lewd and nasty, it turned him on.

turned him on to have those pretty lips latched around his length and his eyes looking down at yours as they get watery and your throat getting tight as you stuff him down.

everything you did was so effortlessly perfect, he just couldn't get enough.