4berries

[4berries]

just thinking about how suguru would stare into your eyes the entire night as your body whines into his. the bass is booming, drumming through your veins as liquid adrenaline the moment his hands grip harder around hips and push your rolling pelvis closer into his thigh. the dance floor is as heated as your skin, as heated as his sharp glare, as heavy as the grin on your lips once you realize your hands messing with his hair was also messing with his mind.

you thought it wouldn’t get any hotter when it was just the two of you stumbling into the nearest room in his best friend’s house. despite the current bass heavy song blaring throughout the walls of satoru’s residence, it’s muffled behind the closed door and in your ringing ears. all you’re focused on was how his thrusts almost matched the beat of the thrumming music. his eyes never left yours, from the moment you dragged him off the dance floor and he made sure they never do, his obsidian pupils staring deep into your soul as your wobbling moans puff onto his spit-slicked lips.

your body jolts against the cold door with each snap of his hips, head falling back onto the wooden material and jaw dropping further down as he pulls your leg around his waist. your eyes are threatening to roll back but he wouldn’t allow it at all, inching closer into your space because it wants to eat up every single noise he punches out your throat and see you fall apart on his cock.

“what happened? whine on your cock, baby.” he murmurs a lower purr right in your face, tip of his pointed nose skimming over yours as he tilts his head into your space. his eyes dart all over your facial features, watching almost crazily at how they twist with pleasure. “you were so eager to show everyone how much you can earlier, but now when it’s just with me, you’re silent, hm?”

he spoke as if he’s explaining something so simple, so casual. inquiring these questions with such a soft pout that completely contrast the mean way he ruts deeper into your clenching walls, as if he isn’t being the worse. but you’re not complaining, and you have no power to since all that falls from your gaping mouth were broken syllables and breathless gasps.

his pouty mouth taunts you and your mind is reeling at how close he was, how his swollen lips slowly curl into a grin as he hummed a low chuckle. he watches as your teeth clench together behind your trembling lips, your furrowing eyebrows racking upwards as your eyes slightly roll and unfocus from the building pleasure.

“uh-uh.. if you think you’ll cum without putting in the effort, you’re in for a long, long night. fucking whine on it.”

a/n: it was either this or the start of my insanity because my mind is constantly filled with suguru ok

[4berries]

warnings: mdni. nsfw!! 1.3k words of pure smut. soft dom! suguru, backseat car sex, fingering ( fem!reader receiving ), uhhhh praise kink, kinda bratty reader, sassy suguru lol, light manhandling, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, love ), slight public sex (?). ENJOY!! :))

sometimes you wonder how you get into certain situations with suguru so suddenly, because how the fuck did you get here??

“f-fuck- hold on,” the last word immediately gets cut off into a soft whine just as his grip tightens around your throat — you just couldn’t keep your sickly sweet noises to an absolute minimum, despite both of you knowing it’s common decency to not act a sinful deed out in public, at such a late time.

you couldn’t even see your surroundings to make sure you’re still the only ones out right now, eyes clenching tight and your mind as foggy as the windows of his benz from the strenuous session that is currently happening in his back seat. it’s hard to focus on the bubbling fear that settles in your stimulated nerves from the possibility of getting caught in the parking lot, when his fingers are doing nothing but fucking it out from you.

“please,” it sounds strained already and you wonder if that was even your voice, hoarse and cracking at the end of every breathless whine the more he fucks into the drooling heat between your thighs. “fuck, fuck, hold on-“

“baby, relax..” his voice was mellow, almost way too calm for your own liking— it’s almost agitating how well composed he sounded, how soft and gentle his tone was when you’re the one falling apart from the constant ecstasy. his chest rumbles against your arched back with a small chuckle and you’re practically trying to pull away from the puff of breath that wafts right against your ear.

but you can’t, shivers gliding down your flexed spine as your nails helplessly claw at his skin.

you’ve already tried squirming away before— only to have him spread your thighs once again with his own, keeping them in place as he continues to sink his lithe fingers knuckles deep into your squelching mess.

and once suguru deemed that still wasn’t enough from seeing how your body leaned forward in attempt to crawl over the middle compartment towards the front seat, he decided to put you in the position you’re in right now.

always so defiant, you would recall him say with a fond smile on his face.

fuck him and his strength, it only makes you whine in defeat and pure desire.

“take deep breaths?” he supplies with a gentle murmur and it’s all you can hear ringing in your mind.

“i… i would … i- if you just stop squeezing me,“ you’re immediately emphasizing by digging your nails harder into the flexing muscles of his bicep and forearm, which was currently blocking the airway of your throat. admittedly, being squished in a headlock shouldn’t be as effective as it is, but all you felt was lightheaded fluff filling your mind as your hazy eyes flutter open to see nothing but the roof of his car passed your own disheveled bangs.

“if i let you go, would you promise me you won’t run away again?”

it’s not a given, clearly, and he knows that enough to even ask the question in the first place, but with the building coil in your stomach only growing more the longer his fingers drag within your clenching walls, you felt the need of escaping slowly dying and your entire body succumbing to the pleasure instead.

you nod curtly, as much as you can within his hold and he hums in return.

“words, sweetheart.”

“y-yes,” you gasp out, just as he nudges knuckles deep into your pussy. you could’ve sworn you’ve seen stars in the sky instead of the roof of his car right in that moment. “yeah, i promise, baby.”

his body felt warm the further yours slumps against his to allow your head to rest onto his shoulder behind you. it’s a moment of compromise: you’re melting, he loosens. you’re breathing, he continues.

“there we go,” you could say you hate the way you immediately preen at his subtle praise but why should you defy it when your body already tells him otherwise? “deep breathes, you know that gives you a better release.”

your grip loosens on his arm just as his did around your neck, allowing you to slump into a puddle of pleasure in his embrace.

and yet, his fingers never stopped, inching you closer to that sweet break.

“ohhh, your fingers,” the words tumble from passed your spit slick lips in an concoction of incoherent whines, the filter in your mouth completely dissipating once you’re reaching that ecstatic high. “fuuck me- i love your hands… ” you sigh, turning slightly to gentle nuzzle against his collarbone, almost as if you want to hide your noises but both of you know that’s never the case.

he knows how much you seek the closeness and warm of his body and he lets you as he focuses on bringing you to your release. he knows you’re freely letting your noises grow higher, prattling mindlessly just as he twists his wrists in the right angle. he knows you completely forgot about your fear of getting caught or the agitation you felt from your shirt riding up your torso, the emotion of pleasure overriding your senses in the middle of this empty parking lot. he knows you’re beyond the point of return and he’ll gently guide you through it all.

you can practically hear the grin in his voice, “what, they feel better than yours, huh?”

“fuck yeah,” you instantly moan in return, thighs already trembling as they slip further apart than before. “i’m… fucking your fingers forever for now on- would you let me?”

“of course, sweetheart..”

“i can’t believe you convinced me to do this, you’re sick-“

“and yet you’re here, soaking my entire hand?”

“ohhh- mhmmm, ‘cause i love your hands-“ you immediately cave in because it’s the truth.

he knows you’re getting closer; your constant yapping, the slight jerks of your hips meeting his palm and the small pants you puff between your words said enough for him. it’s a habit and he’ll let you indulge for now, despite you being a bit bratty since earlier. “yeah? gonna come?”

you’re whining endlessly, drawn out and slightly higher as you shift your attention back down, eyes refocusing to the sight below; the point of contact. the coil tightens and your jaw drops lower as he slightly increases the pace of his thrusts.

he can feel your impending release, sticky walls clenching around his fingers sporadically.

your eyes are stuck on the glistening sheen on his fingers everytime they pull away from your cunt, slick strings connecting your skin together.

“i think so ..” you mumble softly as your eyes rolling behind your fluttering eyelids, head lolling against his sternum from the lack of strength as you whine once again. “fuck, it feels weird..”

oh, how he wishes he could see the agonizing bliss that paints your expression, those sharp facial features contorted into a pleasured scrunch. he keeps his chin over the side of your head, keeping his eyes on his hand instead because now you’re panting with higher whines and clenching his skin even tighter than before.

if you were so conscious about keeping quiet before, you’re definitely getting heard from outside now but it’s evident that neither of you care anymore. you’re showing all the clear signs of what’s to come and he’s not missing the chance, eyes wildly open to catch the view.

“i got you, relax. just fuck on my fingers.” if you weren’t so caught up on the strange pressure that intensifies in your navel, you would’ve caught the slight, urgency in his desperate tone.

“dunno, it’s—“

“come on, baby, soak me like you said you would.”

a/n: wrote this in the car while waiting for my wing stop order to be done 🙂‍↕️

[4berries]

just thinking ‘bout needy satoru … :>

warnings: 1.6k words of filth ig, gojo begging🙀?? , lots of pleadingggg, dry humping, outdoor party (at night), heavy pda & dirty talk, mentions of face sitting & cunnilingus 😺, slight sub gojo (?), slight dom reader (?), they’re both clearly switches tho, just reader calling gojo pretty & baby >>>, slight implications of rich gojo, mentions of bsf geto :))) tehhehh

note: inspired by bad bunny’s verse in his song “hibiki” … definitely recommend listening to it bc it’s the type of music i also think would be a perfect song for a party scene lollll

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“please,” your boyfriend whispers softly, body pressing up against yours as his wandering hands roam all over your torso and his arms wrap around you tightly to keep you pressed on him. there’s a slight neediness to his tone, deep voice just edging desperation and the sound has you grinning madly.

you kept your eyes on the rest of your friends that seemed to be in their own world, laughing into night sky and talking in between having drinks, some of them already in the dance floor that you just returned from.

it seemed like your swift movements rubbing along his tall figure had his mind going elsewhere, his bright blue eyes trailing all over your lithe frame and gazing at the smooth way you whine your body against his. you noticed, of course, worrying your lip between your teeth before pulling him out the dance floor after whispering into his ear that it was getting too hot.

even if you were actually starting to heat up, both of you knew that it was obviously a doubt meaning, spoken in such a sensual tone.

you sipped on your alcohol, tongue playing around the plastic straw in between you lips before it pulling away and letting your drink rest on the bar counter next you both.

his large palms kept pulling you back, shamelessly feeling you all over the fabric of your black, body con dress and occasionally dipping to run over your other thighs. you leaned on him, leaning your head back onto his collarbone.

his lips were incredibly close to your ear, skimming closer to your cheek and down your jawline, hands now running upwards to your sides; it’s like he physically can’t keep his hands off of you.

all you could smell was his spicy vanilla cologne, scent as warm as his body heat as he continues to mindlessly and subtly rut his hips into your ass.

“baby,” he lets out a soft whine, clearly not caring about the others around you. he’s got tunnel vision. “please?”

the growing need was slowly becoming intolerable to him, mind reeling and body itching as he thinks about the way you moved your hips along his before, yearning to see you move just as sensual in the nearest room, just you two. he already knew which room exactly, his crystal blue eyes gazing around even before you pulled him out of the heated dance floor and into the fresh, cold air of the night.

“please what, satoru?” you mumble clear enough for him to hear you, feeling his hands grip tighter around your hips at the sound of your calm tone.

he’s intoxicated with everything about you. the way you know the affect you had on him, your confidence that attracted him from the very beginning, your playful tone that always seems to rival his, even the way you started to tease him by suddenly pushing your ass against his front ever-so- slightly.

he couldn’t help but whine in your ear, thick white eyelashes fluttering as he inhales the sweet coconut scent of your shampoo through his pointed nose. he’s so helpless, it’s absolutely cute. “please, baby, wanna fuck - need to fuck you so bad.”

if you weren’t relishing in his pure desire before, his evident neediness now had you purring, the sound of his voice increasing in pitch as he tries his hardest to keep his cool. he’s clearly failing and he clearly doesn’t care anyways. “or jus’ lemme lick you? or sit on my face? anything— god, anything ..”

your hands slide down over his forearms, rubbing the heated skin while you turn your head slightly towards his face. you’re nuzzling your nose into the side of his cheek, humming softly when he keeps leaning in closer. with each passing second, you can feel the need rolling off of him in waves, slowly bringing you down with him.

“you’re that needy, pretty?” you coo, letting your parted lips skim over his jawline and flushed neck.

“mm- mhmm,” he hums, sweet voice becoming lighter and more breathless as you nuzzle into him.

slowly, you’re falling into your own world, not giving a care about the other’s on the outside. he has that sort of affect on you; he pulls you in, making you fall for his trap into always getting what he wants. you know he’s utterly spoiled, you know you shouldn’t indulge in his constant want for more, but how could you ignore him when he’s begging so nicely?

and you can’t deny that he has spoiled you as well. there’s something magnetic between the two of you where you just can’t help but be greedy for each other’s full attention. he was starting to rub off on you, a yearning settling deep into your core as well.

you just needed one more push for you to snap, and that’s when satoru spoke up once again, lips grazing along your plumped cheek to murmur in his whiny voice. “just one quick fuck, please… nobody would know we’re gone.”

so so tempting.

“satoru,” you sigh out, turning your head away and press your lips together. the sound of your voice was laced with the same need, clearly giving away how truly affected you were and it only added on to the heated arousal pooling into his stomach. he moans softly into your ear, rubbing his hardening cock against the curve of your ass with more rush as his hands slide down towards your outer thighs, long fingers running through the hanging pieces of ruffles on the hem of your silky smooth dress.

now you both were a mess for each other, bodies slotted tightly together to get some sort of friction between the fabric of your clothes — it was all too bothersome and you wanted to do something about it already, your hands gripping onto his wrists.

“baby, i’ll fuck it in if you just give me permission…” you held tighter as his whiny words sank all the way down to your core — you had to bite onto your bottom lip to muffle your noises, eyelashes fluttering as you lower your unfocused gaze to hide your face. your dress was slowly riding up your thighs and you can’t decipher whether the goosebumps rising on your skin were from the cold air you felt licking on your inner thighs or from the sinful nature of his words flowing in your ear so naturally.

so shamelessly..

and still, he just kept going.

“wanna see you ride me and roll your hips on me again jus’ like that,” he murmurs, now pressing his soft lips onto your neck in between his words. “wanna see your mascara running, your eyes rolling back when i fuck into you harder— just how you like it, baby.” your chest heaved harder with every soft whimper he emits into your ear. “wanna pump you full then lick you clean…”

“wanna ruin this dress- gods, this dress, hugging your curves so well— you look so good in it, but i jus’ wanna rip it off.” he groans, smooth hands running along your plush thighs and over your dress before squeezing around your hips for emphasis.

you whimper at his heavy touch, suddenly feeling extra heated. and even though the idea was tempting, you couldn’t help but shake your head slightly with a slight pout on your plumped lips.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll buy you another, i promise- just please,” satoru immediately sensed your denial to the idea, reassuring you quickly with the promise of another shopping run, despite having a lust-clouded mind.

and even though he’s just rambling to talk and get you to relent to your own desires with his whiny tone, you knew he definitely meant it; he loves spoiling his baby, pulling out his black card for every single thing he saw your eyes lingered a bit longer on — one of them being the very dress you had on. even when he’s not able to go with you, he’ll hand you his card without another word or question.

sometimes you don’t like it, choosing to humbly decline almost every time but just the action of him doing that for you was so attractive. you are truly spoiled so you can’t help but finally succumb and spoil him as well, just this one moment.

he looked so good anyways; black, tight compression shirt outlining every muscle on his torso and arms, paired with slightly baggy black pants held up with a black belt and a single gold chain wrapped around his neck. you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist by the end of the night, you just didn’t think your resilience would crumble this fast.

“okay, okay,” you mumble, letting your head roll back onto his collarbone as he sucks a purple mark right below your earlobe. “gods, satoru, you’re so needy.”

he hums softly, tongue peeking out to lick over the bruise before he pulls away to purr into your ear. “only for you, baby. you know i’m always craving you.”

“c’mon, sugu’s room.“ he mutters in a hurried breath, then quickly pulls away, grabbing your wrist to pull you close with him as he pushes towards the entrance of his house, making a beeline towards the destination with a stumbling pace.

you were too far gone to even question or reject the idea now. satoru definitely chose his best friend’s room specifically cause it’s the closest room once you step foot into the house; no other reason.

and surely nobody will notice that the host of the party has disappeared..

right?

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note: just something about seeing the strongest be so .. weak somehow AAAAAHHHHH yes :)