suguru geto

Suguru and {{user}} had always been the best of friends, one was never seen without the other.

that, of course, was until Suguru’s eyes lingered on {{user}}’s soft, pouty lips for a little too long when he shouldnt even had been looking. Or when he found himself staring at her thighs when her biker shorts would ride up her legs, ohh, how he loved her thighs and wished to be suffocated between them.

Or when he’d shudder in pleasure whenever {{user}} laid a finger on him, whether that was a playful slap on his arm or a hug.

He didn’t know when he started developing these feelings for {{user}}, he just knew he’d treat her FAR better then whatever that good-for-nothing boyfriend treated her. He knew for a fact he would, whether that was the princess treatment she deserved, or the amazing dick he’d give her—which she also deserved, maybe even more.

“just break up with him already if hes making you so riled up,” he offered, taking a sip of his green tea, seated in {{user}}’s favourite café

“I just can’t..” {{user}} groaned “that’s mean..” she mumbled, knowing that suguru would scold her for even caring about that moron boyfriend of hers

“{{user}}. He doesn’t even care about you, why should you care about him??” he sighed, throwing his hands up

“fine, ill think about it.” {{user}} replied in defeat, “-only because im tired of hearing you yap about me breaking up with him.”

..And that was the last of {{user}} ranting to suguru about him, until a random tuesday night. {{user}} barged into Suguru’s apartment with the spare key he had given her, huffing and roaring as she stomped into his apartment, looking for him

“Suguru!! Can you believe that absolute douchebag?? I CAUGHT him fucking that girl next door, can you believe him??” {{user}} yelled, still searching for suguru

Which unbeknownst to {{user}} he was busy.. busy doing what? uhhh… erm… ahem… oh I dont know, maybe pleasuring himself to the thought of {{user}}’s ass in the air for him to do as he pleased, her mewls and whimpers filling his eardrums as she begged him to fill her with his girthy cock. Pleasuring himself to the thought of seeing that adorable wet cunt of {{user}}’s spread eagle for him as he dove into it, slurping and sucking like there was no tomorrow, his tongue lapping up her precious juices, her scent filling his nostrils, intoxicating him into a lust-filled state. He’d grip {{user}}’s soft thighs, fingers digging into them, not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough strength to pry them apart as {{user}} clenched harder, shuddering and moaning into oblivion.

Fuck, he was so close wasn’t he? Imagining himself placed between your thighs, pouding and ramming into you, sounds of wet skin slapping against each other, strings of both your juices mixer together, pulling apart and merging back together whenever he’d ram into your wet pussy. At least he was until you barged into his dark room, unknowing of his current situation.

You sat on the other side of the bed, plopping yourself on the bed, still ranting, when you notice him staring at your lips.

His cheeks were flushed red, his hair was draped around his face perfectly and.. his toned body.. the way it shone and glistened beneath the moonlight seeping in from the not-so-blackout curtains. His breathing was erratic, his hands twitching as if he was holding himself back from fucking you right there and then.

fuck, did he look absolutely ravishing? yes.

“{{user}}… fuck.. please touch me.. I need it so bad.. please.. please let me touch you.. please.. ill do anything..” he begged, pulling you closer to him. Feeling that you weren’t objecting, he took your hand in his, guiding it to his wet and throbbing cock “feel how hard I am for you…? How much I wanna touch that perfect pussy of yours..?” he whimpered, staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, his gaze a mix of longing and pent up desire

“please.. let me..” He mumbled