Happy New Year To My Bros, Hoes, And Foes

AGE IS NOTHING BUT A NUMBER — GETO SUGURU.

kinktober day two — overstimulation ; find masterlist here

synopsis. befriending nanako and mimiko has its perks—like fucking their father, for example. suguru might have aged over the years, but that doesn't mean he's lost his touch. don't believe him? that's okay—he can always just show you instead

length. 5.3k words (bro this fic was agonizing)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, dilf! suguru, college au (reader is a student), age gaps (20+ difference), jealous suguru, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie, pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess, angel)

notes. this took me so long bc i hate it so im posting it and running away to play genshin to slave away for primos

most people can tell their best friends everything. not you, though—you have a secret. a dirty, shameful, horrible little secret, in fact.

no one knows that every chance you get, every small little moment you can possibly squeeze in, you fuck your two best friends’ father—and it’s going to stay that way, unknown and forever hidden. suguru is young as far as parents go, just barely in his twenties when he’s found himself a single father of two, but that doesn’t mean he’s not too old for you. and it especially doesn’t mean that it’s not inappropriate to fuck the man that raised your two closest friends.

you meet nanako and mimiko during your freshman year of college—the rest is history. the first time you spend the night at their place, suguru (he insists you call him that on your first meeting) is overjoyed that his girls have someone as lovely as you.

who wouldn’t be? you’re smart, well-mannered, respectable, and incredibly studious. what a perfect role model for his girls—after all, every father’s worst nightmare is his sweet, precious daughters venturing off to the real world. men are dogs—suguru should know. they’re sleazy and prey on young women who are naive and unsuspecting, taking advantage of their hopefulness before completely destroying their innocence. suguru can’t bear the idea of his perfect little girls becoming victims of such sinister behavior—but that’s all quelled when he meets you.

but he never thought, not even for one second, that he’d become one of those men.

those older men who fuck girls half their age—the girls that are barely in their twenties and still don’t even really understand how taxes work. the girls that have just started to learn how to hold their alcohol and can only recently buy it legally. the girls who don’t realize how complicated adulthood can be, just barely spreading their wings and learning what it’s like to be free.

suguru has always found those men deplorable. they’re the awful, disgusting, untamed vermin of society—women must be protected from them at all costs.

but now? well….now he’s one of them—and he finds, even as disgusted with himself as he is from time to time, he has little regrets.

not when you’re sprawled under him, hands tracing over his bare chest, feeling the soft skin under your palms in wonder. suguru, though he’s not let himself go by any means, is past his prime—he still frequents the gym, and he has more time to go now that the girls are gone most of the day, but he’s not immune to the effects of aging.

his hair has more than a few strands of white sprinkled in now; nanako makes sure to remind him not to pull them out unless he wants more. he’s still managed to keep the abs he was once so proud of in his youth, but they’re still not as hard—layered over a slight belly that he can’t seem to get rid of no matter what he tries. his skin is a bit looser, and his eyes have slight wrinkles in the corners of them, but despite it all, suguru still looks as handsome as ever.

he’s aged well, still looks remarkably young for men his age, and still looks like that dashing young man he once was who stole hearts. in fact, he still hears about his looks, especially from nanako and mimiko’s friends—he’s always chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement.

that’s your dad? god, he’s so hot.

what? he’s single? oh my gosh, do you need a mom?

i can’t believe he’s never been married—women in his generation don’t deserve him. i’ll take him off their hands.

wait, do you have pictures of him when he was younger?

oh my god, he’s so fine. are you sure he’s in his forties?

nanako and mimiko, bless their hearts, have always crinkled their noses at the…less than proper comments they’ve had to witness about their father. in fact, they’ve watched teachers practically throw themselves onto suguru at parent-teacher conferences. it’s bothersome—a little disturbing to hear their friends talk about all the things they’d let their dad, of all people, do to them.

but you? you don’t make unhinged comments. they appreciate that.

but if only they knew…

if only they knew that sometimes, like right now, when you’re spending the night, you don’t actually sleep—instead, you sneak off to their father’s room, lay on his mattress under his body, and feel his touch. you can feel him, hard and throbbing in his sweats as his clothed cock presses against your thigh—but he takes his time with you, and doesn’t do anything about the clear arousal pooling between your legs just yet. 

instead, he focuses on remembering your body—it’s been a while, after all. he hasn’t felt your hips, hasn’t tasted your skin, hasn’t heard your voice. 

“missed you,” suguru breathes, hovering over you as you hum, nipping at your skin as his nose brushes along your neck. your hand is playing with his hair, twisting long, black and white strands along your fingers. “haven’t seen you in a bit, angel.”

“i’ve had midterms,” you murmur.

suguru knows—nanako and mimiko have been studying for them themselves. he’s more than a little disappointed that you haven’t come over to study with them yet. but then, just the other night, mimiko mentions you’ve been spending your time with a boy at the library, sharing a table as you lean over his shoulder to look at his laptop. nanako giggles that you might have finally gotten yourself a boyfriend. mimiko hums and nods as she murmurs it’s about time.

suguru swallows down every bite of dinner with an aftertaste of bile that night.

a boy—a boy? you’ve been skipping coming over to study with the girls (and, by default, seeing him) just to study with some boy? what’s got your attention on the guy so badly? why would you break the routine you’ve had for the last few semesters for someone you just recently met? have you finally started to realize that this is a mistake? is suguru a mistake?

he thinks maybe not, now that you’re back in his bed—but he still has too many unanswered questions. 

“so i’ve heard,” he says lowly, “i’ve also heard there’s a certain boy on your radar.” he smiles bitterly, pulling away from your neck to stare at you with those dark, sharp eyes of his. “a much younger, and fitting match for you, i suppose.”

you roll your eyes, snorting.

“is that what nanako and mimiko have told you? honestly, those two,” you huff fondly, “i told them already. he’s just my partner for a presentation. we’re practicing.”

“oh?” suguru raises a brow—and then he shivers lightly when you lean up and kiss his jaw, eyes fluttering shut at your touch.

“yes,” you giggle, “no need to be jealous of someone half your age, you know.”

“that’s exactly why i’m jealous,” he breathes, leaning in to kiss you softly.

your lips taste like honey—probably sweeter, in fact. they drip with that decadent, saccharine taste of youth. he feels twenty again every time he kisses you, feels not a day older than his glory days.

“oh, you poor thing,” you grin, cupping his face as you scatter kisses along his cheeks and nose, thumb tracing the skin. fuck, is this what it feels like to be in love? it makes him feel so young, so free, and hopeful for the future. when was the last time he felt this way? “have you been losing sleep over my nonexistent college boyfriend?”

“well, kids your age fool around quite a bit,” he says in that father tone that he uses on nanako and mimiko, “what was i supposed to think?”

you’ve heard that tone so many times before; the one where he talks like he knows better, like he’s wiser, like he’s aware of something you’re not. 

girls, make sure you share your location with me—i need to find you in case anything happens. it’s for your own safety, end of discussion.

make sure you watch over your drinks, okay? men these days take every chance they get to spike them when you’re not looking. mimiko, i was your age once, too. i’ve seen this happen plenty.

don’t walk alone in the streets at night. call me. i’ll pick you up—no, nanako, it’s not lame. the streets are dangerous at night. there are creeps, you know.

don’t get into any boy’s cars, girls. you never know what’ll happen; one mistake is all it takes to ruin your life—hey, don’t roll your eyes at me. one day, you’ll understand i’m right.

“i’m not a kid,” you pout, and then, smugly this time, you wiggle your brows. “did’ya lose sleep over my imaginary boyfriend? you need plenty of sleep at your age, y’know.”

“no, you’re not a kid,” suguru agrees, “you’re a brat.” and then he’s back to pressing those hot, open-mouthed, hungry kisses along your jaw, humming in delight when you angle your head to give him better access. 

sometimes, it’s fun to get under suguru’s skin—it’s fun to break that carefully built, mature patience of his, pulling a twitch of his eye and a furrow of his brow from him. so, you grin widely as you murmur, “who knows? maybe he’d fuck better—more stamina, y’know?”

it’s supposed to just tease him, to make him glare at you unimpressed so you can giggle and kiss between his brows—but suguru stills at that, painfully stiff for a moment before he bites at your skin. hard. 

“oh yeah?” he hisses, his voice low and dangerous as he pulls away to glare down at you, “you think so? what, you think an old man like me can’t fuck you long enough?”

you don’t get a chance to reply—not before he pulls your pants down your waist to reveal your soaked panties, pulling a hum from him as he grins at the damp patch of fabric. his fingers circle over your clit for a moment, right over the cloth, making your breath hitch as you buck into his touch. 

“suguru—”

“look at that,” he chuckles, “wearing my favorite one, huh? can’t fuck you that bad if you try your best to impress me. isn’t that what you wanted? is that what you were thinking when you put these on before coming over? how precious,” he murmurs—he speaks so condescending, so knowingly, as if he’s read your mind just by looking at the red lace covering your dripping cunt. you cover your face in humiliation, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head, clicking his teeth in disapproval. 

part of you knows you should quit while you can—the other part? well…it wants to test the limits a bit longer. suguru has never been so easy to rile up, you want to indulge in it for just a bit longer if you can help it. 

“well,” you huff, “what’re you waiting for, then? don’t tell me the age has slowed you down—”

“you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he says in a low snarl, “fine, you want me to hurry up? you got it, princess.”

it all happens before you can even register—one moment, you’re grinning at him with mischief in your eyes; the next second, he has you in nothing but your bra, bare in his bed as he pulls your legs apart and leans close to your pussy.

“you know the thing about guys your age,” he hums, toying with your clit lazily as you gasp with a twitch, “is that they really don’t know how to take care of anyone but themselves. guess they just don’t have enough experience to really figure it out.”

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking before he rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud as his fingers sink into your core, pushing past your folds and stretching you open. it’s slow—deliberately so, in fact. it makes your head spin, and your fingers curl into the bed sheets as you pant. 

“suguru, m-more—”

“don’t worry,” he coos, pulling away from you to grin up at your glossy eyes, “you’ll get plenty, baby. we’ll see if you’ve got the stamina. y’know, since you’re so young.”

his lips are back to wrap around your clit, fingers sinking and curling exactly where you’re most sensitive—suguru finds your sweet spots instantly the first time he has you sprawled under him. didn’t even take a moment of trial, just knew where to touch and kiss to have you unravel in his hold. that much still hasn’t changed—his fingertips press against the sensitive spot in the back of your walls, pulling pretty little whines from you as his tongue flicks over your clit. 

it’s always been a blessing that nanako and mimiko’s room is across the house—had they been closer, they might hear the mewl you let out as his fingers bully into you faster, unforgiving as they brush against your walls and build the ache up between your legs until it’s about to burst. 

“s-suguru, ‘m close, so, so close—”

“already?” he gasps, chuckling as he presses a kiss to your clit with a sly grin, “thought you had more in you than that, baby. so youthful—figured you’d last a bit longer.”

he’s mean about it—rubs it in your face some more that you’re so close so fast before he pulls his fingers away and doesn’t even give you the satisfaction of falling apart on his digits. it makes you sob, hips bucking up to chase the friction of his fingers, but he’s already gone, leaving your walls empty and fluttering around nothing.

“no,” your voice breaks, “n-no, so close, please. i want—”

“that’s what he would’ve done,” suguru hums, “pulled out before you even finished. that’s what guys your age always do—they don’t know how to make girls finish. you ever had that problem with me?”

“no,” you say quickly, shaking your head. you’re a pretty little thing, he thinks—pouty, wobbly lips and those glossy eyes as you sniffle. “no, you always make me cum—please, i wanna cum, sugu.”

“yeah?” he pouts with faux sympathy, “didn’t feel good, huh? feels better when i take care of you, doesn’t it?”

“uh huh,” you nod—you’re still panting through the aftershocks of having your orgasm ripped from you, chest rising and falling harsh enough that it fills him with pride he can pull such drastic reactions from you. no one knows your body like suguru—he’s too good at giving it what it wants for anyone else to compare. 

“think that boy—” he spits the last word like it’s poison on his tongue, “—can take care of you?”

“no,” you whimper, “no, he can’t. not like you, never like you.”

“that’s a good girl,” he nods approvingly, rubbing his slick-coated finger over your clit, toying with it teasingly as you writhe, whining for more. “you know something else about men your age? they don’t care to please a woman—don’t bother to appreciate them enough to make them feel good. you think that boy would be here—” he pauses to motion between your legs, where he’s currently situated, “—willingly? taste you willingly? let you cum on his tongue willingly?”

“i-i don’t…i never asked someone to—”

“did you ever ask me?” he interrupts, raising a brow at you, “you ever have to ask me? i just do it. wanna know why? because i know what i’m doing—know how to treat you right, how to give you what you need. isn’t that right?” 

“yes, yes—you always give me what i want—”

“what you need,” he corrects, “and you know what i think you need right now? this.”

his tongue licks a stripe along your entrances before you can say anything else, pulling a gasp out of you as your hands find his hair and tug—suguru groans at that, feels his pants get impossibly tighter as the aching erection he sports throbs between his legs at the way you pull at the strands so desperately, so needy. for him. only ever him. 

his tongue fucks into you, messy with the way he devours you, the slick arousal pooling from your cunt coating his lips, his cheeks, his chin. you moan—and really, it’s almost a squeal—when his fingers are sinking back into you, tongue flicking away at your clit mercilessly as he thrusts his digits in and out of your pussy. you’re close, painfully so, the pressure steadily building and building until you just can’t hold it back anymore. 

“sugu—’m c-cumming. god ‘s so good—feels good,” you babble, thighs closing around his head as his fingers curl into your sweet spot over and over again, not stopping for even a second as he helps you ride out your high. your walls spasm around his fingers, tight as they flutter around him and make him groan at the thought of being inside you. 

he watches, hungry and in awe, as your back arches off the mattress and your mouth parts, broken little wails of his name rolling off your tongue in a sweet melody. 

“i bet he’s never seen someone look like this,” suguru murmurs, watching the way the ecstasy takes over your features as your face falls slack from pleasure, “so pretty when falling apart. bet he’d never even get close to making you look so fucked from just his tongue.”

your orgasm ripples through you—it’s not new, the way he makes you feel so good, but it’s definitely nothing to get used to either. your body slumps back onto the mattress as you finish, panting harshly while he climbs up to hover over you once again. 

“that felt good?” he asks, nosing at your cheek as you nod breathlessly.

“yeah,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“hope you’re not tired out just yet,” he says smugly, eyeing the way sweat clings to your forehead and huffs of air exhale from your lungs with each labored breath, “because we’re nowhere near done, baby. not even close.”

just like that, your bra is unclasped and pulled off, freeing your tits for his mouth to latch onto a nipple, sucking and lightly grazing his teeth along the bud while his fingers tease at the other, pinching and rubbing over it with his thumb. you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hand cups the back of his head and keeps him in place. 

“bet i could make you cum just from this,” he says with a laugh, “i don’t even need to fuck you.”

“please,” you dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning as he switches to wrap his lips around the other nipple, “please, sugu—n-need more.”

“be more specific,” he says lowly, looking up at you in amusement, “gonna need more than that, princess. you gotta help me out here—i’m afraid i don’t know what i’m doing.”

suguru is doing everything he can to drag this out—if you’d known one small comment would have him riled up like this…well, truthfully, you can’t say you wouldn’t have made it anyway. it’s exciting in its own right when he’s so determined to show you why you need him, why no one else but him is meant to see you like this, make you fall apart like this, have you sprawled under them like this. 

no one can know about you and suguru—not nanako and mimiko, not your other friends, not your family. you know what they’d say, how they’d feel. 

disgust—shame, even. he’s far too old for you, you know they’d say; he’s a red flag for getting with someone so young. no one can know that you come here, dead in the middle of the night when your friends are asleep, and fuck their father. not only that—lay with their father, talk about your hopes and dreams for the future with their father, giggle as you gossip with their father, fall in love with their father. 

something tells you the feeling is not unreciprocated—that suguru feels the same, that he loves holding you in his arms just as much as you love laying in them. maybe it wasn’t a joke, what you’d said. not to him, at least—maybe deep down, it stung; maybe he had something to prove. that boy might be closer to you in age, but he’ll never, ever treat you the way suguru does—no one will, for that matter. perhaps he has to show it so you really know. 

so you look him in the eye, pull him closer until his forehead is pressed against yours and you can press a delicate kiss to his lips before you murmur against them, “fuck me, suguru. please—need you.”

he groans at that, closes his eyes before his hips move to press the thick tip of his cock against your folds, dragging it along your entrance as he coats his head with your slick. it’s flushed a deep pink—it’s been neglected for so long that he shudders at the way it aches, at the way even the slightest friction along the sensitive tip pulls a soft gasp from him. 

for a moment, he wonders if he really will last long enough to fuck you properly—he might not, with the way your walls always squeeze around him, always have him ready to fuck his load into you just as soon as he’s inside you. the thought alone almost makes his cock twitch—but suguru is a man of patience, so he slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, looking down and watching as his girth disappears inside you. 

“look at that,” he coos, grinning wide as he looks back up at you, “took me so easily. ‘s cause when you do it right, it doesn’t take much, does it?”

“f-fuck—” your head presses back against the pillow, mouth hung open as you breathe heavily, trying to squirm and get even the slightest bit of friction from him as he stays painfully still. “move, suguru—please, c-can’t wait anymore. jus’ wanna feel you.”

“i know,” he chuckles, “patience is a virtue, sweetheart.”

despite it all, suguru is not feeling very patient anymore—it’s been long enough. his hips roll slowly at first, a shallow thrust of his hips that makes you both moan lowly before he all but pulls out and slams back in, hard. you can feel the burning stretch of his girth practically splitting you open, every thick vein dragging along your cunt and every brush of his tip against the back of your walls. it’s loud—the sound of skin slapping against skin, the sound of his deep groans and your breathless whines, the sound of the headboard hitting the wall as he fucks you into his mattress. 

“god—fuck, suguru—th-there,” you mewl as he slams into you right where you need him. 

you’ve lost count of how many times suguru has fucked you like you’re his. in his bed at night, in his shower in the mornings, on the couch when you drop by when the girls aren’t home, in his car that one time he drove you home when it rained, in your apartment that one time he dropped off your laptop because you forgot it. there’s one common denominator—the way he makes you feel, not just from the way his cock ruts into you, but from the way his fingers tangle with yours, from the way his mouth finds your jaw to kiss, from the way his forehead presses into your shoulder with warmth. 

it’s exciting, maybe. at first, it’s scandalous and a little thrilling in its own right. by now, it’s something much more than that—you don’t think anyone could make you feel the way he does, fuck you like he does, even if they tried. even if they knew where to touch and where to kiss. even if they knew what you liked and what you didn’t. 

they couldn’t be suguru—would never be suguru. 

“there, huh?” he pants, moaning softly as he feels your walls flutter around him tightly, “i know. i know how to fuck this pussy—my pussy. you think some boy you hardly know would know? think he’d care to learn? think he’d even try?”

“no,” you gasp, shaking your head as your hips buck up to meet his sharp thrusts, “no. no one would make me feel this good. make me feel so good, sugu.”

“ngh—sh-shit,” he hisses at your words, cock almost swelling harder at the way you praise him, at the way your words are almost slurred with no real thought behind him. it’s a little pride-inducing, the way you’re still able to sing his praises without having to really think about it first. he can hear it, the way you’re lost in the drag of his cock, drunk in the haze of pleasure, unfocused on everything else besides the way he bullies his thick girth into your abused cunt.

it’s a mess, it’s filthy the way there’s a mix of pre cum and your slick at the base of his cock, along your inner thighs, coating your skin as the squelching sound of him nudging past your folds fills the room.

it’s good, the way he makes you feel—he can hear it in your voice as you wail his name.

“s-suguru—oh.”

“what, you gettin’ all fucked out on me? ‘m not even close yet, princess,” he hums, leaning down to kiss your neck as he sucks softly into your sweet spot. you throw your head back, rasping out a cry of his name again as his balls slap against your ass with a harsh roll of his hips. 

and then his hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb attaching itself to your clit before rubbing punishing circles into the bundle of nerves—you sob at that, back arching up as your chest presses against his, nipples hard as they brush along his skin.

“s-sugu—close, ‘m gonna cum a-again—so close,” you pant brokenly, every sentence cut off with a sharp gasp as he thrusts into you. 

you’re close—you can’t fight back the way the coil in your belly snaps as he teases your clit. it’s still sensitive from the last orgasm, every nerve still burning up from before as he gives you more, gives you too much, almost. you cum harder this time—your second high creeping up on you when you least expect it. 

it makes your eyes roll back, makes your thighs quiver, and tears stream down your cheeks as you chant his name over and over. suguru, ‘s so good. suguru, ‘m cumming. suguru, ‘s all for you.

every sentence makes his cock drill into you faster, sloppier in rhythm, maybe, but faster. needier. bordering on desperate. 

“f-fuck, baby,” he grunts, “squeezin’ me so tight—such a tight fuckin’ cunt. you think just anyone deserves this? think you can just walk around and let anyone fuck this? ‘s bullshit—ngh.”

you don’t answer—can’t answer, in fact. it’s all teary eyes and soft sniffles as you mewl with every thrust, voice breaking between every pretty little sound you make. he’s still fucking into you, still dragging his cock against those sensitive walls, still bumping against your clit with his navel, still nudging against your sweet spot with his thick, swollen tip. it’s almost too much—it is too much, making you writhe under his body as you try to form the words. 

“‘s t-too much, sugu—c-can’t anymore,” you try, “can’t.”

“what?” he gasps, furrowing his brows in mock confusion, “you’re tappin’ out on me already? but ‘m not even done yet, sweetheart. haven’t even finished yet—don’t tell me you’re already spent. how will you keep up with your little boyfriend’s stamina if you can’t even take an old man like me?”

“c-can’t take anyone but you,” you sob, “jus’ you—only you. promise.”

“yeah? you swear?”

“uh huh. jus’ you, sugu—don’ want anyone else. won’t fuck me the same.”

“atta girl,” he coos, chuckling as he leans down to kiss your jaw, trailing soft pecks until he meets your lips, “that’s what i thought. make sure you don’t forget, okay?”

“fuck, suguru—’m…g-gonna…”

“gonna what? cum? you’re cumming again?” you nod at that—he grins wide, pride settling into the crinkles of his eyes before his thumb rubs harsh circles into your swollen clit once more. he looks pretty like that—hair framing his face, the mix of black and white strands sticking to the damp skin of his forehead. his skin is flushed, abs flexing as he pants over you. sometimes you feel guilty that half of why you come over to visit nanako and mimiko is to fuck suguru—the guilt is quickly extinguished when you see him like this, bottom lip caught between his teeth as his arms barely hold him over you, eyes shut tight as he groans. 

“i-i’m—fuck, fuck, fuck,” you can’t form sentences anymore as you cum—again. not that you really could before that, but now all you can offer is croaked half-syllables and shaky sobs. your walls squeeze around him, tight as they hug around his throbbing cock. 

it takes one, two, three more sloppy rolls of his hips before he lets out at a low, “baby, fuck—’m gonna fill you up. want that? want me to cum in you? make you mine? always been mine, haven’t you?”

“yes, yes—yours, sugu. yours, yours, yours,” you babble, words slurred between breathy moans and broken sobs. “wanna be yours.”

you can feel him—feel the way his cock twitches in you, the way he grinds into you to ride out his high, the way sticky, hot ropes of cum fill your walls, the way he fucks his load deeper into you with every sloppy thrust of his hips. his arms quiver as he holds himself over you—just barely, though. you can hear the way his voice cracks as he gasps your name over and over, as he mutters lowly about how you’re his, how you’ll always only be his. 

“mine,” he grits, “you’re fuckin’ mine—see how you’re suckin’ me in? see how i fit in this pussy like it was made for me? ‘s cause you’re mine.”

his body slumps onto yours as he finishes, head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kisses the skin while you both catch your breaths. you whimper, still sensitive, as he pulls out of you, a soft chuckle falling past his lips as he pulls his head up to look at you and press a kiss to your cheek. 

“so,” he starts, eyes laced with amusement as he takes in the fucked out look on your face, the tears still drying your cheeks, the swollen flush of your bottom lip, “still think you need someone with more stamina? someone who’ll fuck you better—”

“god,” you groan, slapping his shoulder, “will you drop it already? you got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“no,” he murmurs, pecking your lips, “still wanna hear it some more.”

“your ego needs a reality check,” you huff as you brush a strand of hair from his forehead, “think i’ve fed it plenty all night.”

“actually, i think you crushed it,” he pouts theatrically, “talking about some asshole who doesn’t care about you right in front of me. after i take such good care of you, too. the girls already think you should date him,” he adds the last part with a slightly bitter roll of his eyes, pulling a giggle out of you.

“they think i don’t know how to talk to men,” you snort, “imagine they knew i was talking to men old enough to be my father.”

“hey,” he clicks his teeth, falling onto the mattress beside you—he pulls you into his chest, letting your cheek rest on his bare skin. it’s so wrong—lying in bed with the father of your best friends. but somehow, suguru feels like the only thing you’ve ever done right. “age is nothing but a number, sweetheart.”

if i have to see the word cock one more time im going to eradicate all humans that have them

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Dick Grayson

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Dick is an octopus afterwards. He is extremely cuddly, if hes topped or bottomed doesn’t matter, he wants to hold you or be held but you. Expect many kisses and sweet words from both sides.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dicks favourite body part on himself is his ass or his arms. On his partner is your ass too, and your chest. Doesn’t matter what kind of chest you have, he loves it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Dick always wants you to finish inside of him, he especially loves to be plugged up after or for you to eat it out of him after. If it isn’t inside of him, he wants it rubbed all over his ass or torso.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s had sex in the batcave, the titans tower and the league tower. He also uses his nightwing gadgets to do it. He likes to be spat on, specially when you hold his mouth open and spit into it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Dick has an alright amount of experience, but he hasn’t explored an insane amount of kinks or anything that can be dubbed as unusual. Hes tried stuff like toys, choking and blindfolds, but theres still many things he doesn’t tried.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The one where he’s lying on his stomach, and you are over his back or Breeding press. On you its where you are laying on your sides, and he’s behind you with your leg lifted. (I don’t know the names of any position)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Dick can make a couple of jokes or over the top flirty remarks, which makes you both snicker, but its not as much as for example Hal.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I think he shaves most of his body, tho he might leave a bit of fuzz near his pubes and crack. I think the nightwing suit feels more comfortable without too much hair.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Dick is very romantic, he especially loves kissing and saying the sappiest things when he’s feeling very romantic. It of course depends on what your doing, but he will always kiss you and tell you how much he loves you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off as much as he did in the past. When he was younger it was almost every day, but now its maybe a few times a week, since he can have most of his needs met by you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage/shibari

Dom/Sub

Gagging

Marking (hickeys, cum, spit)

Edging and ruined orgasm

Roleplay (hero/villain. Rivals. Gym intructor/Gym goer, etc)

Prostate massage/torture

Rimming (receiving and giving)

Is slow and loving sex a kink? The kind that lasts hours, and is mostly spent in each other’s arms and kissing and whispering loving things.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His favourite place is at your shared apartment, as that’s where he feels safest. In his room at the Wayne manor.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like all heroes, I think adrenaline gets him going to some extent. When you grab his thighs or ass, or massage his shoulders after a mission. When you order him around.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never in his days do non-con rp, the very thought makes him anxious and panicky. Wouldn’t do it in a too public place. Doesn’t like to insult you whilst doing it, tho he doesn’t mind being insulted himself.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Dick doesn’t have a preference, he both likes to give and receive. He has some experience, but he still gags and coughs, make sure to praise him during.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Dick prefers to take his time, especially if he’s the one in charge. At times he wants you to be rough and fast with him though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Dick likes quickies, sure, but they aren’t his favourite. Its mainly if your both heroes and during breaks in missions, or if you both are busy and don’t have time to draw it out.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depending on what it is, Dick can be risky. Though he wouldn’t be risky about the situation you do it, he might give some kinks a try to figure out if he likes it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As he’s a hero, he has an alright stamina. Though it is nowhere near the lengths of Hal, Clark or Bruce. Depending on the day, you might be tired out before him, depends on if you’re a hero as well.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Dick owns some toys, mainly dildos, plugs and toys for when you are rougher with him. Mainly rope and a paddle and alike. When he’s alone he likes to use toys, but its not something he absolutely needs when you do it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dick doesn’t tease a whole lot on the average day. Though there will be days he is super teasing, especially when he wants you to punish him or get you riled up to dom you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He isn’t extremely loud, though he can moan loudly if you hit just right, he whimpers and whines a lot though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Dick likes to cook, especially romani dishes. If you are interested in learning or tasting, he will be super excited. He likes when you run your hands through his hair. He calls you Romani pet names sometimes

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Above average in length, but is normal thickness. It isn’t over the top in size, but you notice. Has a visible vein on the underside that makes him buck and moan when you tongue it. Cut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t as high as it used to be. The last couple of years its winded down little by little. He can go a couple of weeks without if he absolutely has too, but then he is on you like a starved animal when he can.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes Dick some time to fall asleep after, especially if was rough. Then he needs to be comforted and given good aftercare. When he’s dommed he waits for you to fall asleep first.

  Jason Todd

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

During aftercare Jason will clean you both up, if he was the one in charge. If it was you he lets you clean him up and wants to cuddle.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite part about himself is his thighs, and after many compliments from you, his eyes. He loves your eyes and your hands.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Loves when you cum on his face or chest. Will stick his tongue out and let you finish all over it. Loves when you swallow.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has dubcon roleplay fantasies. Definitely fantasies about using guns and knives during.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Doesn’t have an insane amount of experience, that’s what happens when you die as a teen and come back as a rage filled zombie.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Against a wall, whether it be his chest or back against said wall. This also goes both ways, he loves you up against a wall too. Missionary or Doggy too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He isn’t super goofy during, he might make a comment here or there.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Minimal grooming. Shaves his body hair just enough that it isn’t a bother and leaves it at that.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He is somewhat romantic. He likes to kiss and caress your cheek and jaw. He loves when you tell you loving things during.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates every other day. It tends to be quickies during patrol or when your asleep.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Roleplay (Hero/Villain, Cop/Criminal, Teacher/Student (in the vigilante sense))

Blood or bruises (mainly the ones he or you get during patrol, though he isn’t against giving or getting them from each other either.)

Choking

Marking (hickeys, cuts, spitting, cum, maybe even tattoos)

Dom/Sub

Knife and gunplay (he isn’t as verbal about it though)

Sensory deprivation

Pet play (though, he is shy about it)

Muscle worship.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In semi-public areas (alleyways, bathrooms, etc). In his safehouses.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Like all heroes, adrenaline of the fight gets him going. When you spar together. When you grab his waist or fondle his chest or ass. Seeing you shirtless or scuffed up from patrol, or when you have to patch each other up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he doesn’t like sharing you or being that vulnerable. Use a belt, as it reminds him of his childhood.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers receiving, tho he isn’t against giving. Is sloppy and messy when he gives, though he has little gag reflex. Tends to stick his tongue out and let your cum drip.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on what your doing, it tends to be somewhere between slow and fast. Though it tends to be rough, no matter the pace. Of course, there’s still times where its slow and loving.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jason likes quickies, especially when you pull him aside during patrols or in breaks during missions to get him off and leave him for the rest of the trip on his stained underwear and a wet hole.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s fine with risks, be it kinks or places to do it. As long as its not a place where kids and alike could find you by accident.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

After the Lazarus pit his stamina has shot through the roof, so he lasts for quite a long time. That’s why its effective to wind him up over most the day or couple of days.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t own a lot of toys, its mainly things like paddles and plugs, though he owns a dildo or two.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jason doesn’t do a whole lot of teasing, its mainly you that do it. He mostly does it during sparing, but grinding against you or grabbing and pulling in certain areas.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Jason isn’t very loud, he tends to clench his teeth. He pants, groans and grunts mostly. He only moans semi-loud when he’s extremely wound up.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Is the best cook from the batkids, much to Alfred’s enjoyment. Likes to watch cartoons or kids’ movies as he didn’t get to do it when he was younger. Collects hero merch, though he did it a lot more as a kid and young teen.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Bigger than average, and thicker. The kind of size you need to prep for, and you could wrap both your hands around. Visible veins. The size isn’t obvious when out and about, as he tends to wear a cup. Uncut.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Doesn’t have an insane high sex drive. Could go a week or two without, but then he would be desperate, this is the best time to really draw it out with teasing.

 Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes a good while for him to fall asleep after if you haven’t completely exhausted him, which is kinda difficult. He likes to cuddle and watch trashy reality tv after, or read a book.

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I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ! JJK MEN X BOTTOM MALE READER [M]

໒ ♡ ੭ [RATED M FOR MATURE] ! -> IN WHICH you are rental boyfriend ready to satiate those who yearns for love but is lead astray by corrupted souls who wants you for themselves. — [NOT EDITED NOR PROOFREAD]

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FEATURING ! ˖ ॱ ᧔◍᧓ gojou satoru ,, geto suguru ,, choso kamo.

𓆩♡𓆪 WARNING ! ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚｡ amab anatomy ,, mlm content ,, you/your pronouns ,, yandere behaviors ,, manipulation ,, implied multiple orgasm(gojo) ,, cockwarming(suguru) ,, semi-public sex(choso) ,, tummy buldge(choso) ,, markings ,, semi degration(suguru?) ,, infantalization ,, implied violence ,, office sex(suguru). — 7.1k words.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

he was just any other client that requested for a date and of course you oblige happily afterall thats your whole job. make someone feel loved, although he might be the most frequent customers of all. always asking you out one date after another you didnt mind he has alot of money(I mean where the fuck does he get them??)

then again you let it slide, afterall money is money. you let it slide how his hands touch you innapropriately, how his hands softly wrap you like a spider trapping its prey.

how he would boldly kiss you, cheek, hand, neck or lips, he'll kiss you anywhere. it was wierd how he really acted as if hes inlove then again you brushed it off, brushed every bit of red flag off.

afterall hes a customer with big sum of money. you dont want to pass on that, so you play along. play along to his butterfly kisses and honeyed words. his gentleman like acts hut at the same time he let out his goofy sides. how he clings to you and give you everything to your command if you just ask nicely in every dates.

play along how he fucks you every date you two have, I mean you couldnt help it but be curious you know? curious about how he is in bed that is and hes good in bed. How he would bend you easily in the bathroom stalls afterall watching a movie. How he makes your mind go putty by his thrusts, the tip of his cock pressing your deepest parts that you didnt even knew you have.

It was scary how much your getting addicted to this. How your turning to a whore cause of him.

You were so easy to pursue that gojo was so glad you were so stupid. How you didnt notice your customers become less and less because of how much he rents you. How he grabs your whole life easily and marking you as his. yet you dont even notice it.

"haha pretty baby goin' dumb already?" the albino male coos at you holding your ass up. your face filled with tears as he continues his thrust inside your hole. " 's too much... t- too much!" you cried gripping on the silky mattress underneath. your drool and tears messing the fluffy and neat pillows as he continues his eractic thrusts like a animal in heat. "poor thing cant even take it anymore~" he coos but continued anyways as your cock release cum on the once neat sheets but he continued, continued to poor his cum inside you, continued to thrust into you.

loving how your hole clamp down to him. tightening up around his cock as if it doesnt wanna let go, "but you see, this cute hole of yours doesnt really wanna let go of me~" he chuckles slapping your ass. your eyes widen at the contact of his hand on your ass making you moan aloud, "see? your body wants more darling, so take it like a good boy okay?" you can only nodded helplessly at this burrying your face to comforts of the pillow as you began to moan more loudly due to how sensitive you are your body quivering every touch of his.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔

He was like a prince out of a fairytale when he first rented you. I mean like it was quite wierd cause for the most part of your job you were treated either okay-ish or face to be humiliated. yet here he is treating you like a royalty.

It was endearing how he would be so gentle and respectful towards you swore your heart skipped a beat when he kissed your hand. how he gently leads your body to where you two are going. how he talks to you more and more instead of other customers who babbles about themselves.

he was such a gentleman that you didnt mind going on a second date with him if he ever rented you again. the dates you two have were almost like every other day.

he plans everything you two do, his hands brushing in your soft hair, his lips wandering to kiss your hand to your cheek. since when did he start to kiss you in the neck? you didnt know.

he was perfect and that made him dangerous. too dangerous, how every red flag goes right through your pretty head as he intended. how you dont have any other client anymore than him how he literally caters your every need. as if you two are actually dating.

since when did he start fucking you again? you forgot honestly the way his hands roam around your skin. his lips placing kisses which turns into him biting you to make marks on you. its so hot and such a massive turn on. how he coated his words with sugars as he thrust his cock in you, how you easily fell for his manipulations.

honestly you forgot how things come to be which is perfect for him. perfect to make you his cute boyfriend, mold you into a pretty little whore who can easily take his cock with a happy smile. your really are cute beside him, far more cuter than to be beside another man beside him.

"haah....ahh... s- suguru.." you breathily moan wrapping your legs around his waist. his cock deep inside your tight walls wrapping around him your bodies fused in together. "yes pretty?" he answers licking your neck making your body shudder making your grip tighter on his shoulder. "p- please move.." you whined nuzzling your head on his neck making him chuckle, "not yet pretty."

you whimper at this, "why not? please?" you begged but he only chuckles patting your head. "the point of cockwarming is you only have to warm my cock not move, that'll just ruin its purpose," you pouted your lips making him suguru amused. "okay I promise to move once I'm done with work," he promised kissing your neck making your body shudder again letting out soft breathy moans in his ears, "o- okay... haah ahh... nng" you nodded your head nuzzling onto him. your just too cute for him really, maybe he'll go rough on you afterall, your far too adorable.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He was a bit of an awkward date, a bit? nope, hes a really awkward guy. quite shy on things like holding hands and simple physical affections. it was quite cute and endearing actually, how he tries to act like a gentleman in a quite awkward manner.

How he asks for things, asking if he can kiss your cheek. its so cute so far from his scary appearance. the type of body and face that can easily wreck you to smitherin, of course you were scared at first but seeing his character. you put your guard down and talk to him, understand him and make sure you both have fun.

after the first date choso began to earn more money to rent you again, scheduling the dates, clearing out his schedule on those specific dates. he loves you, truly he does, I mean he is your boyfriend isnt he? your his boyfriend of course you would know.

you noticed how he becomes more forward, his hand intertwining to yours with no more hesitation he once have. his eyes admiring your looking at you like a lovesick boyfriend. how his behavior becoming more obsessive. it was wierd really but again you let it fly off your heard since hes been such a nice guy to you throughout the dates.

plus maybe you were just imagining things, overthinking maybe. how his hand brush you more boldly, his lips not missing a beat to kiss you not afraid to make it a full on make out session. how his touches become more and more lewd, his hand landing on your thighs squishing it, how his hand land on your hips, how it lands on your ass.

how he starts to call you more and more even after your dates, since when did you have less customers?

you dont notice him lingering in your shadow, making sure not a single one rents you again I mean why was his knuckles always bruised up? it was part of his work. did he beat them up? maybe.

hes your boyfriend you shouldnt be with anyone else other than him he can forgive you cheating cause you were just lost. someone or those creatures lead you to do dates with them. so cling on your boyfriend now okay?

"w- wait choso!" ah since when did he start fucking you again, your eyes widen as he feels your lubed ass with his dick. making a buldge on your stomach making you squeel at the sudden intrusion, "hyaah!" there you are, pressed on the cold wall. his hands on your hips groaning at how tight your insides clamp on him.

"f- fuck so tight... nng," you whimper feeling your cheek scratch the rough wall you are pressed on. "'s too big cho... haah please.. 's too big," though he only give you shoulder blades gentle kisses as if a petal brushed on your skin. "but your taking me so well pretty, though you gotta keep quiet dont want people hearing you," right you two are inside the bathroom.

your eyes widen as he began to thrust in, "w- wait! n- ngh~! ah! haah.. w- wait choso! uwah!' you moan feeling his cock press your prostate over and over again, your cock leaking pre as it goes down the bathroom floor. "cant stop, too addicted," he says licking your neck and giving it a bite, your just hoping someone wont barge it or hear you two at this point.

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