Was Just Thinking (and Got All Flustered And Extremely Giddy About It) Of How Suguru "subtly" Croons

♥︎: fluff ♡: angst ☆: suggestive ★: smut

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hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :3 hi guys it’s not hard to make ur x reader fics racially ambiguous :33 hi guys it’s not- *gunshot*

evacuating fl rn wish me luck :3

oh i’m so upset

maybe in another life.

hi chat my powers out

mdni!! ( ´ ▽ ` )

oughhh thinking abt choso sucking strap. oughhhhhh

cw’s: gn! reader (reader is afab), (very light) dacryphilia, mentions of drool/spit/gagging and uhhh i think that’s it!! ^^

he was a little confused by your proposition at first but he agreed quickly after you explained. if it was something that would make you feel good why would he say no?

“so it’s just… the same way you do it to me?” his voice is soft when he speaks, his hands lightly running over the skin of your thighs as if trying to ground himself just by touching you. he looks so small from this position, on his knees while not-so subtly eyeing the piece of silicone fixed to your pelvis. it was… strange. different. but he couldn’t bring himself to really mind it. if the way his cock was already twitching in his pants said anything, you would say he was just as excited as you were.

you nod in response, bringing a hand up to graze over his jaw. he looks up at you with the small touch, so attentive and hyperaware of every one of your actions. “take it as slow as you need, cho. i don’t want you to overwhelm yourself.” you reminded him gently. he had a habit of getting overexcited and — as endearing as it was — it usually ended with you having to force him to slow down so he could have a chance to recover. cute, but you were worried about him hurting himself in this specific scenario.

“i’ll be careful.” he reassured you, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes drifted back down to your strap-on. his movements were careful when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of your cock, his eyes wide and watching your reactions as his tongue tentatively kitten-licked around the tip. the heady look you were giving him must’ve given him more confidence because soon enough he was wrapping his lips around the silicone of your dick, the tip tapping against the inside of his cheek while he practiced the shallow back and forth motion that had sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head whenever you did it to him.

you hadn’t even realized your hand had moved to rest at the top of his head until his eyes had met yours, snapping you out of the small daze you had fallen into. he looked so pretty, so desperate for your approval even when his mouth was filled with your cock. he made sure to keep his motions slow as he took you deeper and deeper, allowing his throat to adjust to the new intrusion. his hands unconsciously gripped at your thighs, the pads of his fingers creating small divots in the plush skin while he took you deep enough for the tip of his nose to kiss! against the bottom of your tummy.

he held that position, his eyes desperately searching yours for approval while his nose remained smushed against your pelvis. you moved your hand to push his bangs back, a soft groan leaving you when you saw the tears dotting his lashline. “doin’ so good, cho. look so pretty takin’ my dick down your throat.” you swore you could feel the way his throat constricted around the silicone when he let out a small whimper at your words, a breathy curse leaving your lips at the deep, almost shocking warmth that filled your stomach.

you almost whined when you saw him start to move again, your head falling back in an attempt to get away from the sinful view in front of you so you could catch your breath. you could feel everything if you focused hard enough. the tight warmth of his throat, the soft vibrations of his moans when you gripped at his hair, the way his throat tightened with every small gag and bob of his head.

“fuck my throat.” his hoarse little whisper cut through your thoughts, his hands holding an almost bruising grip on your thighs. you could only breathe out a small, dumb “huh?” before he repeated himself. “fuck my throat, please… wanna know how it feels when i do it to you.” his hands massaged your thigh like he was trying to persuade you to say yes (as if you’d ever say no to an offer like that).

you nodded eagerly as soon as his words registered in your dazed brain, your breath hitching when he started taking you down his throat again. you let him readjust before starting with slow, shallow thrusts. you had to get used to the new rhythm just as much as he had to get used to the new sensation, but the both of you got the hang of it quickly.

your moans were unrestrained when you started speeding up your movements, choso’s teary eyes and soft gags as he struggled to take you sending you practically hurdling towards the edge. “gonna cum, cho… gonna fill up your pretty throat with my cum.” your words were strained and desperate, your thrusts becoming more and more sloppy as that warmth in your stomach finally unraveled. you threw your head back in a silent scream as your hips pushed forward, your tip bumping against the back of choso’s throat. everything felt warm and deep and oh-so intense, your hips rhythmically spasming as you came down from your high.

you pulled out of your boyfriends throat, your lips forming a small o when you saw the trail of saliva that connected his lips to the silicone. your hand moved to cup his cheek, lightly guiding him to look at you. “you okay, cho? was i too rough?” your voice was hazy from your orgasm but your eyes studied him as intently as you could manage.

he nodded meekly, his hands folded in his lap and pressed against his aching cock.

poor baby… might as well return the favor, right?

yea im eating him

best friend!ino is such a desperate loser for you, and he’s hardly ashamed of it. always at your beck and call and ready to serve—need a wedding date? he’s buying a suit. need a night off? he’ll finish up any paperwork you’ve got to do. need to destress after a long day? use him like a sex toy until you’re satisfied.

you thought he was joking when he first offered. but you were pent up and he was looking you straight in the eyes and asking—no, begging—to be used by you. takuma, you realised very quickly, will do anything to please you.

and he loves knowing he’s making you feel good. with you laid out on clean sheets, his hair tickling the insides of your thighs as he makes out with your pussy like he’s in love with it, which he is. moans as he eats you out, watching you through his lashes for any sign that you’re enjoying the way his tongue feels lapping at your clit.

he’s messy, strings of spit connecting him to you as he pulls back to tell you just how perfect you are. so he can watch his fingers plunge into you, curl upwards and bring you to orgasm. he never makes you wait, never makes you beg—he’d rather die than deny you anything.

and if you let him fuck you, feel you from the inside out, he’s just as eager to please. lets you ride him, control the pace and timing and keep him in check because he gets overexcited and too rough and fast sometimes. he can’t help it, though, you make him restless.

how good you feel wrapped around his aching cock, tip red and sore and desperate to fill you up with him cum. he has to do anything to keep himself from cumming—anything to hold out long enough for you to use him to his full potential. god he wants to be good for you, he’ll bite his lip and do math in his head and think about anything but the way you sink down on him and move your hips in painfully slow rolling waves of melting lust and—

he doesn’t realise you want him to come undone until he’s emptying his balls inside of you with teary eyes and choked apologies. your smile, though, tells him that you’ve been given exactly what you want. because when you kiss his forehead and push him back down into the mattress, takuma is met with another roll of your hips and the dawning realisation that you’re going to overstimulate his poor cock until you’re bored of the way he fills you so fucking deep it hurts.

he can take it, though. even if he can’t—he will. anything to make you feel good.

for my tumblr crush @creamflix

cw for drug mention :3

i need to stop hitting this cart cuz i’m thinking abt which meal each of my mutuals would be. if they were meals.

A good friend group is one that can be confused for a polycule

Pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader

Cw: Oral (M receiving) ,praise kink, mommy kink, dom/sub undertones, a little bit of infantilization, petnames (baby, sweet thing, little one, ect..) , mentions of penetration, established relationship, romance

Suguru would absolutely never let you give him head, but imagine a reality where he does cave in just this once.

You're lying down on your side between his legs, cheek smooshed against his thigh, gently lapping at the tip of his cock.

"Awh baby..." Comes a croon from the man above you, his hand resting on the other side of your face, stroking the fat of your cheek before moving to trace your jaw. His hold is gentle yet firm, like a mother wolf guarding her little cub.

"My little sweetheart...come on, i know you can do it"

"M-mhm.." A hjgh-pitched hum is all you grant him before you begin to take him into your mouth.

Suguru's hand wraps tighter around your neck from the sudden surge of sensations, the warmth and wetness of your mouth attacking his nerves all at once, and he rewards you with a low groan. He moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with your locks of hair before tightening his grip.

"A-ah g-go ahead..honey .."

You obey, putting your mouth to work, you suck him slowly, almost lazily. Taking particular interest in the veins that run along his length, tracing them before pull away with a little "pop!" And a shaky almost anxious exhale before beggining to cover his cock with gentle kisses.

Your boyfriend's eyes snap open at the loss of contact, he doesn't miss the apprehensiveness in your behavior, a sweet fond smile graces his features apon registering your affection, and he chuckles.

"Aww..I know, i know...are you nervous, sweet thing?"

You aggressively shake your head, and suguru is just so endeared , his precious little angel, so eager to please him, so set on making him happy. It's taking a lot of restrain to stop himself from scooping you up and kissing you breathless while you sink down on his dick.

But his baby has been begging him for this for so so long, and there's nothing suguru hates more than denying you.

He doesn't get to dwell on it for long, because this time his entire cock is quickly shoved into your mouth with enough force to hit the back of your throat and have you chock on it. You gag around his dick, the switching motion of your throat makes him throw his head back and moan loudly.

"Mmmhm...sweetie...y-you have t-to w-warn me first.."

He makes out what he can only assume is a muffled apology. His hand travels to the top of your head to pet you gently.

Reassurance.

You're back to work in no time, bobbing your head back and forth, your tongue teasing his tip so deliciously. You close your eyes in concentration, focused on pleasuring your man. And your efforts never go unnoticed by him.

"There you go...y-you're so good..such a good baby..."

The praise does nothing but make you needier, make you wish his pretty cock was inside you instead. Even if you knew Suguru wouldn't let you sleep without properly taking care of you, it doesn't make you long for it any less.

"M-momm-mhm.." Your adorable whining catches his attention, and his resolve almost, almost crumbles. But Suguru wants you to learn to finish what you started.

"Mommy's riii-ight here b-baby...I've gotchu.."

It wasn't typical of him to lose his composure during intimacy, then again he was never the one on the receiving end, if he isn't fucking you silly with the end goal of having you cover him in your slick, then he's on his knees tending to you. In other words, Suguru never lets you do this. And so you feel like it's up to you to make a good first impression, and who knows? Maybe he'll let you do this again. Although that remains a distant dream.

Suguru is approaching his peak rapidly. The hand in your hair moves back to its original position on your jaw and tightens around your neck once more. His grip tells you that he's in the middle of chasing his orgasm. And that only gives you more fuel. Your movement picks up the pace and you begin to suck him sloppily and messily, gone is your shy demure behavior, what you're set on right now is pleasuring your man like he deserves, sloppy wet sounds fill the room, pushing suguru further toward the edge.

Your boyfriend lets out one last low groan before cumming hard inside your mouth with a shaky exhale. And you're over the moon. His cum is rich and warm, it reminds you of everything sweet, tender and comforting, much like his love for you. It reminds you of all the things that are yours, and for you alone.

His long disheveled locks of hair frame his handsome face perfectly, Sweat drops catch the light on his flushed face, his eyes screwed shut.

He looks absolutely devine.

Suguru's eyes flutter open to meet your enamored gaze. You just look so cute like this, cheeks red and puffed out, his love juices dripping down your chin, doe eyes staring at him with so much adoration. The sweet smile that never fails to weaken you in the knees is back on his features, and he starts to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"Come on, swallow, sweetie. It'll make me so proud."

And how could disobey when he uses that tone?

"There you go, good baby..always so good for me"

And there it is, that gentle tone, the sweet, sweet tender coo that triggers the itch between your legs. Your thighs start grinding together seemingly in their own. You want him to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you, to take care of you like he always does.

Suguru can see the need in your eyes, and it's all it takes for him to act immediately.

"Come here, little one" he pats his lap "let mommy give you some relief"

And of course he doesn't have to tell you twice, you are scrambling to sit in your rightful place and have him tuck you away his arms, where you will forever be safe. You want more than anything to just mindlessly grind away at his thick muscular thighs, but you know better.

Suguru feels the desperation in your kiss. it's long, messy, and all over the place. He rubs your back in a circular motion to reassure you. A string of saliva keeps you both connected when you pull away. You take a second to catch your breath before you speak.

"Suguru , I..i uhm...i really n-need you right now.."

The teasing expression on his face and raise of his brow sets you straight.

"P-please...."

"Please, what, sweet thing? Speak up. " You don't notice his hand trailing down until it's gently squeezing at your tummy, making your ache for him flare up.

"P-please...mommy..."

And he's smiling like the cat that got the cream, wide and satisfied. He kisses your forehead gently before wrapping his big hands around your thighs.

"Good job.. baby, let mommy take care of you, sweetheart"