GETO SUGURU was the definition of perfection in your eyes. pretty, long hair, that addictive laugh, the way his hair flowed through your fingers... he was perfection at it's finest.
he was even more perfect when he was in-between your legs.
he grabbed onto your thighs, desperate and hungry as he swirled his tongue around your tip and pulled away just when you had thrusted your hips upwards to reach the back of his throat only to fall back to kiss at your hickey-covered thighs, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
"come on, now. don't tell me you're already wanting to cum? i've barely even began." he tutted, which only caused you to sob once more. "please, sugu! 'm sorry," your hands came to tangle with his black locks of hair, tugging slightly, "i'm begging for it, need t'cum." your desperate voice rang throughout his ears, making him sigh as he pressed one more kiss to your hungry length. "yeah? you want it? wanna be good f'me?"
he was quiet as he mumbled, his pierced tongue darting past his warm lips. he licked a warm stripe over your thighs before the cold of the air came to kiss and nibble at your sensitive flesh, his eyes lowered. you nodded to his question, before going to grab his hair once more. "please, sugu." you whispered.
gladly, he fixed his motions. his mouth enveloped your length once more, moaning softly at the taste of precum coating his tongue. with another squeeze to your thigh and a kiss to your tip, your moans filled the room and the taste of your cum coated his lips. he giggled, looking up at you with a hum. "feel good?" he'd ask, looking at your little grin and post-orgasmic bliss expression.
he hummed, subtly moving upwards to kiss on your bare chest.
he grabbed onto your hips as he lowered his sweatpants, a smirk forming on his face. you stopped his motions just as he had lined with your entrance, begging him to switch positions and with that, he lazily flopped down on the bed and tugged you back on top of him. "you still wanna go? can't get enough, huh?" he whispered, kissing your lips once you leaned down and lowered yourself onto his cock.
"can't help it," you muttered, voice shaky from finally lowering onto him, thighs convulsing from the overstimulation that coursed through your veins, "so good to me, 'n so big and.." you whispered, fingers tangling into his hair once more as you pulled, "god, you're perfect."
he moaned, his large hands settling onto your hips and slowly controlling your motions, "dooon't... say that—fuck—you know what happens when you say pretty things like that t'me in that.. pretty little voice of yours." he moaned, his voice airy and light. he was weak for you, for all of you, especially as he kissed the hickeys that layered and bruised your pretty skin.
you'd moan, all of your fast-paced motions controlled by his lingering hands. his eyes squeezed shut, mouth slightly agape. he cracked them open just slowly, gazing upon your expression and the sweat that shined against your body. "you're so pretty," he muttered, "look so good on me like this, so gorgeous when you cum f'me."
his other hand came to grip onto your dick, slowly moving his hand along as you bounced. your stomach tensed, back arching slightly as your thighs squeezed along his torso. "please," you whispered, voice barely audible as you whimpered his name. "you can cum." he muttered.
as your hips jerked against his hand and your precum coated his flexing stomach, he finally released with a whine of your name. he licked his lips as you finally came with the feeling of his warmth kissing your insides, your hips hesitantly stopping as you twitched. "suguru..." you sighed shakily, eyes rolling to the back of your skull.
"thats it, my love. let go," he whispered, "so pretty when you ride."
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