12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

10 | Ten Lords-a-Leaping

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader

Prompt: It's Christmas Eve and the storm outside caused a complete blackout for the whole night.

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The power went out hours ago due to an unexpected snow storm, just as you and Suguru were getting cuddled on the couch, bowls of popcorn and bottles of wine in hand ready for a relaxing Christmas evening with one another after the busyness of the day.

The bottles of wine have since been opened, snuggled into one another in front of the fireplace after he started the fire, and you brought out the blankets and pillows, laying them out.

Now, your skin glows as you lay sprawled across the pillows covering the floor in front of the fireplace. The flames flicker across your curves, highlighting the roundness of your breasts.

Your hands are tangled in the black hair covering the head of your lover, back arching off the pillows, pushing your hips tight against the tongue tormenting your aching clit.

"No," Suguru growls, rising up over you, pinning your wrists to the floor, "I told you not to touch me."

You pout, raising your hips trying to meet his cock, gasping when it slides over your clit. He takes the time to tease, move his hips, slow and shallow, sliding between your sensitive folds.

Suguru leans down, his lips against yours, tongues sliding against one another, moaning, begging for more.

He places a knee between your legs; using the opportunity, you rut against him, looking for relief from the throbbing between your legs.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I said no," he reaches up, grabbing the silk red ropes from under the coffee table tying your arms together.

He leans over, dragging his hard cock across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts until he taps you on the cheek. Opening, you happily accept, taking him deep down your throat, tongue licking its way up and down his cock.

You swirl the tip of your tongue on the underside of his length, and feel a flare of satisfaction run through you, right to your core as he thrusts deeper, groaning your name. He grabs the top of your head, pushing you further down the length of his cock.

Your moans and chokes send vibration thrumming through his length.

When he pulls out, he lets his wet cock slide against your skin, moving between your legs until you feel a hard smack to your ass. You whimper as he does it again, skin reddened and stinging.

"Does that feel good, baby?" He murmurs, using a gentle hand to soothe the skin as you whimper and nod, "use your words."

"Y-yes, yes," you whine as his fingers dip inside your wet pussy. You moan as he uses two fingers, then three to stretch you, preparing you to take his cock. Curling his fingers, finding your g-spot.

He sighs softly, watching the light from the flames kiss your skin, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he increases his pace inside, massaging your clit in tandem.

It doesn't take long before you're feeling the familiar heat in your core rise. It never does. He knows your body better than you do, having taken the time in the beginning of your relationship to learn you inside and out.

You buck your hips, pulling on the silky ropes above your head as he increases his pace, thumb drawing soft circles on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Sweet moans, soft sighs and lewd sounds fill the quiet apartment as Suguru continues, in awe and admiration of you.

And then you're diving head first into a sea of pleasure as you clench around his fingers, arousal pooling in his hand as you writhe atop the pillows. He chuckles as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean.

Suguru smiles at you, flickering flames reflected in his darkened, lust filled eyes as he leans down, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and flicking his tongue as he brings his other hand up, to tweak the other.

He's lining his cock up at your entrance, before slamming into you, giving no time to relax or adjust, driving your ass into the plush pillows below.

"Ah - Suguru!" You cry out as he pushes himself deeper with every thrust, balls slapping against your ass as you lock your ankles around his waist.

"Look at you, taking all of me," he thrusts in deep, holding is cock in deep, "you're mine, baby, so fucking mine."

"Yes, baby," you whine, "I'm all yours."

You know this, Suguru knows this. But there's something about the holidays that makes him need reassurance. Normally, he's cool, calm, and collected. But when you're traveling, seeing so many people, visiting so many friends who hug you and take your attention from him, a certain jealousy and possessiveness comes over him.

He braces himself over you, hips snapping into yours as he grabs your legs from his waist, lifting them up and over in a mating press position.

Thrusting deeper, harder, and you whine as tears form in the corner of your eyes, mewling at just how deep he's able to go.

His cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way as he moans out your name, his voice low, gravelly with need.

"Say my name," he demands, hips pistoning into you at an inhuman pace.

"Suguru!" You cry out.

"Again."

"S-Suguru, Suguru, S'guru," you chant over and over again, his name leaving your lips, music to his ears.

He adjusts, throwing one leg over his shoulder, kissing your ankle gently as he moves his hand down to encircle your clit.

"Oh god!" You gasp out at the contact, moving your hips in tandem with his hand and rutting your hips to meet him halfway, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each and every thrust.

"Fuck," he groans, capturing your lips with his. You're whimpering, pulling against the restraints with all your might. He's nice tonight, undoing the knots with ease allowing you to tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer to you.

And he's moving your leg off his shoulder, sitting up on his knees, wrapping one hand under your waist, the other on your neck, pulling you up to him. Back arched in the light of the fire, tits bouncing so beautifully.

He kisses and scrapes his teeth against your neck and collarbone before licking a strip from your breast to neck, sucking on the tender spot under your ear that always sends a jolt between your legs.

You're clenching around him, hard, before you know it, body shivering like you're seizing, vision going white as your high takes over all your senses.

"Good fucking girl," Suguru praises as you cum around his cock, his hips faltering with each thrust, "oh - fuck - you're perfect."

He hammers into you until he stutters, growling out your name, lips pressed to yours as he cums, his warm cum filling your insides.

"So pretty," he breathes, looking at you all fucked out, glistening from sweat in the light of the fire; it should be criminal for him to say that when he is devastating himself.

Your hand slides across his jaw in a smooth caress, his lips pressing against yours tenderly, slowly.

"Are you gonna...," you whisper, the only sounds in the apartment now from the crackle of the fireplace, wondering if he's going to pull out.

"No," he shakes his head with a small smile, tender kisses between each word, "wanna stay like this for a while."