keepyourword

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Caleb fucks hard. That’s it. That’s the fic.

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sith!sugurugeto sith!sugurugeto sith!sugurugeto gonna be thinking about it all week TEEHEE

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being sandwiched between two knights would save me actually

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hear me out. nerd!gojo's glasses don't stay on during sex.

don’t get me wrong, i do see the appeal of them staying on. his face buried between your legs and his tongue desperately lapping at your sex, constantly pushing up his glasses in the dorkiest manner as your legs tremble around his shoulders.

but i imagine that they would just get in his way. his heavy breathing would cause the lenses to fog up, he’s having to readjust his glasses with the same hand that holds one of your thighs apart, and you don't make it any easier by squirming about. you tug at his white strands, whining about how you're almost there, but then he pulls away. "baby, you're moving too much," he mutters against the plush of your thigh, holding you down as he decides how he should go about this.

so, he gives his glasses to you.

“hold these for me, yeah?” he says, pushing his glasses onto the bridge of your nose. you move your hands from his hair to your face, catching his glasses before they can slide off. "now you can move all you want," he remarks before returning to his prior position.

and he fucking loves (well i love) the sight of you quaking before your orgasm with hands too occupied to grab onto him. "can't i just put them on the drawer. i wanna touch you," you puff out, but he opposes the idea. he goes further to suggest the idea of keeping his glasses on while he fucks you into the mattress.

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having big ‘i wish i were a boy’ thoughts today chat

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best friend!suguru hates your boyfriend. ask suguru and he’ll say that he finds your boyfriend inconsiderate and straight up disrespectful. his point is only further proven when you call him late one night. 

best friend!suguru, who’s initial reaction is to be irritated with you for calling him this late. “do you know what time it is? what do you want?” but as your best friend, he’s obligated to hear you out.

best friend!suguru, who short fuses when you reveal that you agreed to go on a date with your ex-boyfriend. you describe an optimistic evening of romantic exchanges and wardrobe planning to eventually find out that you were stood up. “can you come get me?” you sob into your phone. “i just wanna go home.”

best friend!suguru, who doesn’t hesitate to say, ‘i told you so.’ he stays on the phone with you while driving just to lecture you. “i can’t believe you fucking texted him in the first place,” his voice peaks with disappointment. suguru didn’t need to raise his voice to give away his frustration with you, the hiss in his tone said it all.

best friend!suguru arrives sooner than you expect and the car is warmed up just for you.  as soon as your seatbelt clicks, he’s reaching for a blanket that sits in the back seat. relief blows over him seeing you safe and sound, but that doesn’t show on his face. “suguru, i’m fine,” you protest the blanket, but he doesn’t let you. he shoves the blanket in your lap, giving you a stern look before focusing back on the main road.

“you’re not,” he says sharply. “this is not the first time he treats you like shit. why are you okay with that?” he squeezes his fist against the steering wheel, his other hand massaging the temples of his forehead. 

you don’t respond.

best friend!suguru, who notices, but doesn’t acknowledge your pouty demeanor. he glances at you at one of the red lights and you respond by crossing your arms and pursing your bottom lip. in hindsight, he does feel bad for you. getting all dolled up just to be disappointed. but it's also so goddamn frusterating watching you get yourself into these situations.

best friend!suguru, who walks you to your apartment. after dropping your coat and bag at the entrance and slipping your shoes off, you storm off to the restroom. locking the door behind him, suguru almost doesn’t catch you turning the corner. he’s able to follow you and attempts to grab your wrist, but misses. “why are you acting like that? can you just stop and talk to me.” he catches up to you at the restroom and before you can close the door, his hand stops it and the both of you stare at each other. “are you really crying over that asshole?”

“go home,” you tell him, but he pushes the door further open.

best friend!suguru, who doesn��t know when to stop. “why do you want him?” he asks harshly, glaring down at you. when you don’t respond, it only irritates him more. “really, you don’t have an answer for me?” he shakes his head and scoffs, “you’re acting so fucking dumb.”

best friend!suguru, who realizes he might’ve been too harsh with you when you begin weeping into your hands. he stares at your figure sitting on the bathroom floor, knees pulled to your chest. he isn’t being a supportive friend to you. he kneels in front of you, reaching for your hands to pull them away from your face.

“you’re being so mean,” your breath hitches in your throat.

“i’m just realizing,” he sighs, “i'm sorry.” his fingers slip behind your neck and under your hair to push it all back. delicate fingers also push the smaller strands of hair behind your ears.

“are you mad at me?” you choke asking that question. truth was that he was mad at you for continuously returning to your ex-boyfriend, and slightly jealous, but he wasn’t going to tell you that.

“not at you, sweet girl.”

best friend!suguru, who is suddenly gentler with you because of the guilt. he whispers apologies into your ear and says he’ll make it up to you with take-out and a movie, but only after you forgive him.

best friend!suguru is so sweet to help you with your bed-time routine, but realizes that friends aren't typically this close. they especially don't help each other get changed, the thought occurring to him while pulling your pajama shorts over your hips. his thumbs linger under the material for longer than necessary and he gulps unnervingly at your close proximity. it doesn’t help that you look at him with imploring eyes just begging to be taken care of.

best friend!suguru, who lets you cuddle with him while watching a movie, but you just can't lay still. he realizes that watching a rom-com might not have been the best idea as he watches your body and mind become restless. not even your favorite film was serving enough of a distraction. “please, just tell me how to make you feel better.”

best friend!suguru thinks letting you kiss him is a better distraction than a movie. you hook your leg over to sit on his hips, forcing his back flat against the couch cushions. you kiss him, eagerly pushing your tongue passed his lips. he knows it’s wrong letting you cope this way, but he just wants you to feel good after everything that happened.

best friend!suguru doesn’t stop you when things move too fast. you splay your hands against his chest and rub your clothed sex against his. though suguru doesn’t like the idea of being your rebound, he has to admit that lust looks so fucking good on you. so mesmerized by the way you sway your hips, he doesn’t realize the food he ordered had arrived out front. but before you can completely indulge yourself, large palms stop your momentum. “break up with him,” he demands, “i’ll let you fuck me, just promise me you’ll do it.”

best friend!suguru thinks you look so pretty when you sit on his cock. you take a moment to adjust to suguru’s length because he’s so much thicker than your ex. and when suguru notices you tremble, he embraces you with caressing hands. you desperately whine into his hair and he soothes you, “fuck, hon’, i know, i know. you’ll feel so much better when you start fucking on my cock, i promise.” he kisses your shoulder gently.

you’re convinced that best friend!suguru’s dick can cure heart ache because not an ounce of you misses your ex. you’re pretty sure you’re drunk on your best friend’s dick. you fuck roughly on his length, pussy clenching every time the tip of his cock hits just right. you swear your cervix will remember the outline of his cock for the next few days.

best friend!suguru, who wants to be as supportive as he can. so, when you’re about to come, he holds your hand and tells you how good you’re doing. “god, you take cock so good,” he groans. “you’re gonna come soon, aren’t you?” his free hand grabs your face to make you look at him. “wanna see your pretty face when you cream on my cock.”

you delicately slide your fingers into suguru’s dark strands and watch as his gaze flickers from your parted lips to your dazed eyes. being on the verge of an orgasm has you acting like a person possessed entirely by their desire. so, when he unexpectedly feels you tug at the back of his head, you swear his pupils form little hearts. if you’ve learned anything from having sex with this man, it’s that best friend!suguru loves getting his hair pulled.

and after your orgasm, best friend!suguru uses all his might to pull out of you. his hands swiftly pick your hips up and off of him just on-time before he comes undone, thick load oozing from his tip. “fuck,” he pants, “m’sorry, i almost came n’side you.”

that concern doesn’t even slip your mind. instead, you connect your lips with his, desire igniting once more in your tummy. his mind still preoccupied with how well you took him, suguru is taken aback when you ask him to go again.