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18th Floor - Geto Suguru x Reader

You and Suguru have been casually hooking up for awhile. The two of you finally meet up after some time apart and you break the news that you have a boyfriend. The two of you agree on one last hookup before parting ways.

✩ Artwork: JUHi on Twitter (NSFW) ✩ Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader ✩ Rating: Explicit ✩ Contains: public sex, jealously, cheating, public humiliation, feeling realization ✩ Available on AO3

“Waiting alone for an hour is pathetic enough, getting a sympathy drink takes it to a level I don’t want to experience again.” you glanced behind you, the older man who sent the drink over winked at Suguru.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Suguru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I always do.”

A late summer sunset, an overpriced cocktail at a half empty rooftop bar and Suguru’s shoulder brushing against yours. You rested your elbow on the guard rail, admiring the last few rays of sunshine disappearing behind the cityscape.

“Were you waiting long?” he asked, leaning against the balcony.

You turned towards him, admiring the way a sunset could make even the worst people look warm and inviting.

“I’ll make it up to you.” Suguru tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I always do.”

There were worse instances of his lack of care; him leaving you stranded after your birthday bar hopping extravaganza was high on your list. There was also the incident where he hooked up with your ex roommate at your best friend’s wedding. Suguru argued it wasn't hooking up, he was just getting a blowjob. It was always an apology, an excuse, an argument, nothing was ever his fault and yet this time, it was.

“It’s fine.” you replied coolly, staring into the pool of melted ice in your glass. “One more drink and I’ll be going home.”

“Seriously?” Suguru scoffed, glancing at his watch. “Since when do you go home so early?”

“I have someone waiting for me at home.” you gazed up at Suguru. “I think it’s time we end whatever this is.”

“So, I take it this will be our last night together?”

“What makes you think we are hooking up tonight?”

Suguru tugged your arm towards him, pressing your body firmly against his. His finger gently nudged your chin up, giving you a quick wink. “You think your little boyfriend is going to stop me?”

“No,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips hovering over his. “I’m going to stop you.”

Before you could pull away, Suguru pressed his lips against yours, his hand cradling the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You resisted, pressing against his chest and surprisingly, he relented.

Three weeks ago was when Suguru last saw you. When did you find the time to date and get a steady boyfriend? He didn’t see you on the dating apps he trolled to pass time, and you gave zero indication during casual conversation that you were dating.

Suguru could send you a text and within two hours you’d be at his place, naked and writhing under his touch, begging for more. He showed up to your place a few times after one too many drinks with Satoru, and you were both naked within the minute, barely making it to the bedroom half the time.

While your relationship wasn’t serious by any means, it was mutually beneficial when it came to social events. Suguru being able to rely on you as a plus one for work related events was enjoyable for two reasons. One, you made the rounds and talked with Suguru’s coworkers and potential investors, charming them with polite conversation and debates about current affairs. Two, you let him fuck you in his office, leaving the door slightly open so his coworkers could hear your soft moans. By definition, you were single, but Suguru had you in the palm of his hand. Well, he thought he did up until now.

No one could make you feel as good as he did, a fact you admitted more than a few times while bouncing on his cock and cumming for the fifth time. And yet, another man has the sole privilege of being able to fuck you whenever they want. Knowing your sex drive, you two probably fucked on every surface of your apartment by now.

“Listen, maybe we can talk about this–”

“We can have one drink and then I have to go.” you interrupted, hitting send on a text that Suguru didn’t notice you were typing out. “My boyfriend will be home late tonight, so I need to kill some time.”

Suguru forced a smile, motioning towards an empty table a few feet away. You were expecting him to pick a more secluded seating arrangement, waiting for the opportunity to caress your inner thigh and whisper filthy things in your ear.

“Surprised you didn’t pick the back corner.” you stated as he pulled a chair out for you.

“Did you want a more private spot to chat? We can go to my car.” Suguru questioned innocently.

“No thanks.” you responded flatly, opening the menu to look at the lengthy list of cocktails, wines, and craft beers.

Your mind drifted to the day Suguru picked you up from the airport. Your returning flight was delayed twice and the airport was packed, no rideshares or taxis available for the next two hours. Despite him complaining over the phone and making you walk a mile to the short term parking garage, you thanked him profusely by giving him a blowjob in the backseat.

There was another time where he drank too much at a bachelor party and called you, begging for a ride. You heard his friends cackling in the background as he climbed into your backseat, telling him to enjoy his midnight snack. Before you could question why he chose that spot, he told you to hurry up and park somewhere so you could sit on his face. Suguru made you cum twice in the backseat before demanding you drive to his place so he could fuck you in the comfort of his own bed.

Another time, Suguru borrowed Satoru’s car for whatever reason and proposed that the two of you ruin his leather seats as payback for when Satoru–

“Are you going to order or just stare off into space the whole night?” Suguru questioned, interrupting your rumination of car sex escapades.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as the server smiled and greeted you, pen poised on his notepad ready for your order. After quickly ordering your drink, you turned to Suguru who was staring at you with that stupid smirk again.

“Thinking about all the car sex we had?” he questioned with a wicked grin.

“You’re disgusting.” you scoffed.

“That wasn't a no~” Suguru replied in a sing-song voice. “Does your boyfriend know how much of a freak you are?”

“That’s not your business.”

“I think it is. How else will I know if he’s fucking you right?” Suguru questioned, scooting his chair closer to yours.

“Why do you care?” you questioned, ignoring his hand caressing your knee.

“Is he that gossipy coworker who asked if you were single at the holiday party?” Suguru ran his finger delicately up to your thigh, gauging your reaction. “You’re too afraid of him blabbing his mouth at work and ruining your reputation so you put on this innocent good girl act.”

Your breath hitched as Suguru trailed his finger back down to your knee before returning his hand to the table. The server arrived with your drinks, setting them down on the table and promising to check back in later.

Quickly reaching for your drink and almost knocking it over, you took a long sip and winced as the alcohol hit your stomach. Suguru took a slow sip of his whiskey sour, trying to hide the pleased look on his face.

“You’re right about the coworker part.” you finally answered.

“And the rest?”

“He’s…pretty tame, so I tone it down.”

Suguru took another sip of his drink before placing his hand on your thigh, the coolness of his palm making you shudder. You glanced up at him, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly inched his hand closer to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tracing the underside of the fabric.

“That must be so hard for you.” Suguru whispered, his hand gently nudging your thighs apart.

“He treats me with respect, not like a sex doll.” You retorted, trying to steady your breathing.

You could have closed your legs, pushed his hand away, gotten up and left but you didn’t. Instead you let his hand travel dangerously close to your heated core, not caring if the nearby patrons noticed. Suguru’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“Poor thing, you must be so pent up.” His finger softly pressed against your clothed clit, slowly circling. “Do you have to finish yourself when he cums after five minutes of missionary and falls asleep?”

You pressed your thighs together, but he did not pull his hand back. Suguru used his other hand to lift your chin, gazing deep into your eyes. You bit your tongue, not wanting to give Suguru the satisfaction of knowing his ministrations were getting you worked up. He put more pressure on your clit, circling faster and in wider strokes.

“Want me to make you cum in front of all these people?” he questioned, a devious smirk spreading across his face.

“This is so wrong, Suguru.”

“It didn’t stop you all the other times I made you cum in public.”

“I have a boyfriend and–”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Suguru pressed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck. “One last time and we’re done.”

“Fuck it,” you groaned as he slowly moved up and down your slit, wetness seeping the fabric of your panties. “One last time.”

“Too bad~” Suguru cooed as he pulled his hand away. “Cheaters really are the worst, especially easy ones.”

You resisted the urge to slap the stupid smirk off his face but you reached for your drink instead. You quickly drank the remainder of the liquid and set the glass down a little too hard.

“Well, I guess I should get going then.”

“We’re having so much fun.” Suguru replied innocently, running his finger around the edge of his glass. “One more drink?”

You abruptly turned towards Suguru, leaning into him and placing the palm of your hand on his belt buckle. Immediately spreading his legs open, you began palming his cock, watching it harden under his slacks.

“Who's the pervert now?” Suguru questioned, glancing down as you trailed your fingers over his growing erection.

“I want to be wet and ready for my boyfriend, so I’m going to go home and touch myself.” you whispered in his ear.

Suguru groaned as you squeezed his cock, grabbing your hand and pressing it harder against his erection. Fingers tracing up your thigh, you worked your way up your skirt, softly rubbing your clit.

“My boyfriend thinks I get wet waiting for his cock.” you whispered, inching your face closer to his. “In reality, it’s because I touch myself to the thought of you fucking me.”

Suguru cleared his throat before abruptly scooting away from you, quickly reaching for his wallet and throwing a hundred dollar bill on the table.

“Get up.” Suguru demanded, glancing at his watch. “Now.”

“Excuse me?” you questioned, smoothing your skirt over.

“Touching yourself in front of all these people,” Suguru mumbled as he yanked your arm.

“Suguru, what the fuck–”

“Get up, or I’ll fuck you on this table in front of everyone.” You almost tripped as Suguru dragged you towards the exit.

“Where are we going?” you asked, trying to steady your breathing.

“Back to your place.” Suguru replied immediately, fishing for his car keys. “I want to meet your boyfriend after I fuck you on his bed.”

Suguru had your legs spread, two fingers deep in your pussy as he steered with his other hand.

“Rub your clit.” Suguru demanded as he pressed harder on the gas. “Stop stifling your moans, you aren't fooling me with your pathetic attempt at disinterest.”

You let out a soft moan, your fingers quickly tracing circles on your clit. Wetness pooled out onto Suguru’s leather passenger seat, but he didn’t care. He would make you cum a million times on his seats if it meant keeping you away from your loser boyfriend.

“Impatient?” Suguru mused as he rapidly pulled his fingers in and out, admiring the loud squelching sound.

“Shut up.” you breathed, gripping his wrist in place. “Take this exit and make a left.”

Suguru followed your instructions, curling his fingers and slowly massaging your sweet spot. You cursed, lifting your hips and grinding on the palm of his hand, desperately chasing your high.

“Which building?” Suguru asked as he yanked his fingers away.

“I was so close!” you cried out, reaching for his hand again.

“The longer you take to give me directions, the longer you have to wait to cum.” Suguru brought his fingers to his lips, licking the essence of you off his fingers delicately.

“Red brick building, at the corner of Ridgeside. My parking garage entrance code is 2489, spot number 107.”

You glared at the parking garage elevator, wishing to whichever god that was listening to make the doors open now. Suguru noticed your pouting and bit his lip, not wanting to antagonize you further.

“This is a new god damn building!” you blurted out as the elevator remained paused at the 6th floor. “Why does this elevator take so long to work?”

Suguru tugged your arm and pressed your body against his, tilting your chin up before locking his lips to yours. You placed one hand on his chest and slid the other slowly down his torso, ghosting your fingers over his crotch. He grinned, breaking the kiss off and turned to press you against the wall.

You pulled him back into a kiss, your tongues tangling with each other as you gripped his growing erection. A soft moan escaped your lips as Suguru’s thigh pressed against your cunt, an invitation to seek some much needed relief.

“Suguru, let me touch you.” you moaned as he pressed his thigh harder against your thrusts.

“Keep going baby,” Suguru whispered as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. “Think you can cum before the elevator gets here?”

Your heart skipped a beat, desperately wanting to cum but worried that someone was on the elevator and would see you in a debauched state. You turned your head to the side, noticing the elevator was still stuck on the 6th floor. The leasing agent warned you that the elevator was notorious for being extremely slow but it was going to be fixed soon. This was almost a month ago and it clearly was not fixed.

Suguru grabbed your waist and rocked you harder against his thigh, his forehead pressed to yours as you breathed heavily. You were close, dangerously close, but too nervous to cum right there when someone could appear at any moment.

“Stop worrying.” Suguru demanded as he angled his leg in a different position, eliciting a sweet moan from your lips.

“What if someone catches us?” you breathed out, slowly stopping the grind on his thigh.

Suguru grunted, gripping your hips harder and urging you on faster. “You could have came by now if you weren’t so stubborn.”

“You were the one edging me the whole ride here!” you retorted, pushing his hands off your hips.

Before Suguru could quip back, the elevator dinged and you both quickly pushed away from each other and readjusted yourselves. Suguru cleared his throat and greeted the groundskeeper who was pushing a cart of trash out of the elevator, his view partially blocked.

You quickly walked into the elevator, heart pounding as you pressed the 18th floor button. Suguru leaned against the wall next to you, the corners of his lips turning up into a smirk. Once the elevator started its ascent, you turned to glare at Suguru.

“What? He didn’t see us.” Suguru shrugged and stepped closer to you. “Let’s continue, we have 16 more floors to go.”

Suguru towered over you once more, his thigh nestling between yours and you lowered yourself slightly, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. You were taking a gamble on being interrupted again, but you could cum soon if you were able to concentrate on something else.

You wrapped your arms around Suguru’s neck and pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smile before reaching to cradle the back of your head into his hands. You opened your mouth slightly and Suguru eagerly deepened the kiss, his tongue wrestling with yours. You rocked your hips faster, grinding harder against his thigh, feeling the pressure build up rapidly. Suguru broke the kiss off and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so close, I know you can cum for me.”

You glanced up at what floor you were on and you prayed you were stuck on 6 like the groundskeeper was. Suguru’s hand traced the outline of your breast through your shirt before squeezing it a few times gently. You moaned, arching your back into him, silently encouraging him to continue his ministrations.

Suguru lifted the hem of your shirt, snaking his hand up to your breast and pulled your bra down. He pinched your nipple softly, smiling to himself when you gasped and glanced back at what floor the elevator was on.

“Stop paying attention to that.” Suguru snapped as he squeezed your breast harder. “We’ve been stuck on this floor for the past 4 minutes.”

“I can’t,” you groaned. “I need more, please let’s just wait until we’re in my room.”

“You will.” Suguru commanded, lowering his thigh away from your dripping cunt. “Spread your legs.”

You spread your legs, forcing yourself to not check what floor you were on. The longer you held back, the higher the chance of someone walking in and knowing Suguru, he would make you stay on the elevator until you cummed, even if you reached the 18th floor. Suguru’s fingers quickly found their way to your entrance, immediately shoving two fingers in your vagina, causing you to moan loudly. It was exactly what you needed.You were right on the edge of cummming, just needing a little bit more to cum.

Before you could ask Suguru, he shoved another finger in and placed his thumb over your clit. You moaned loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm washed over you. Chest heaving, you opened your eyes and noticed Suguru immediately pulling away, leaving your disheveled body out in the open as the elevator doors opened. Horrified, you scrambled to adjust your skirt and top, forgetting that Suguru had yanked your bra down.

“Sorry about that.” Suguru bit back his smile, trying to appear as sincere as possible. “We had a bit too much to drink and she couldn’t wait.”

You glanced up and realized it was your neighbor down the hall; the two of you spoke often in passing as she worked in the building across from your workplace. Your neighbor, looking a mix of horrified and embarrassed, stepped to the side and averted her gaze. You yanked Suguru’s arm and ran out the elevator, feeling your whole body burn hot. You could have killed him, and you probably would once you got into your apartment. Scrambling for your keys, you shakily unlocked your door and slammed it shut behind you once Suguru crossed the threshold.

“You fucking asshole.” you seethed, glaring at the back of his head as he surveyed your apartment.

“Your fault you took so long to cum.” Suguru shrugged as he walked down the hall towards your bedroom.

“At least take your shoes off!” you shouted, trailing after him once you clumsily took your own off and threw them by the front door.

You walked into your bedroom and Suguru was standing by the window, admiring the view of the city skyline. You cleared your throat and waited as Suguru turned around before pointing towards his shoes. Suguru wouldn’t admit it, but he was too eager to fuck you after getting caught, his cock throbbing painfully against his slacks. He sat on the armchair in the corner, slowly unlacing his shoes before placing them neatly to the side.

“Think your boyfriend wants to sit here and watch me fuck you?” he grinned as you walked over and towered over him.

You leaned in to kiss him before slowly trailing your fingers down to unbutton his shirt. Suguru eagerly complied, tossing it to the side once you finished unbuttoning it. He quickly unbuckled his belt and threw that on top of his shirt before making quick work of his pants. You glanced down and noticed his cock straining against his underwear, a wet spot forming at his leaking tip. Biting your lip, you slowly kneeled and gingerly kissed his erection, eliciting a soft hiss from Suguru.

You peeled his underwear down, admiring how his cock slapped against his abdomen and twitched at the cool air. Tossing them to the side, you softly palmed his cock, glancing up at him with a soft smile as you licked your lips. Before Suguru could force your lips to his cock, you squeezed the tip of hit hard, grinning as he tried to push you away.

“What the fuck that hurts.” Suguru spat but you moved your hands to his balls and squeezed just as hard.

“You embarrassed me in front of my neighbor.” you spat as you stood up, sliding your skirt and underwear down in one motion.

“That was your neighbor?” Suguru resisted the urge to laugh, not wanting to piss you off even more. “Afraid she’s going to tell your boyfriend?”

“Nope,” you replied flatly, removing your top and tossing it in the pile with Suguru’s.

“So why am I being punished for making you cum?”

Stradling Suguru’s lap, he tilted his chin up to you and stared down at him, feeling his chest heave under the palm of your hand. You contemplated how to break it to him, how to get your revenge on him and it finally clicked.

You slowly got up and motioned for him to stay seated. Suguru stared as you turned you back to him and made your way to the bed, sitting on the edge and spreading your legs. His heart raced as he watched you scoot a little further back on the bed and prop one leg up, your fingers trailing towards your clit.

“Now, you’re going to watch me make myself cum and you can’t touch yourself until I say so.” you gauged his reaction, smirking at how he glared at you.

“That’s not fair, you already came.” Suguru argued, feeling his cock throb harder.

“It won’t take too long.” you replied with a smirk. “It took us about an hour to get back up here to my place from the bar?”

“Don’t…” Suguru pleaded.

“I think you can wait another hour.”

“Your boyfriend could be home any minute now.” Suguru argued. “Do you want to get caught again?”

“There is no boyfriend.” you answered, shrugging as his confused expression.

“So you lied?” Suguru questioned, trying to sit up.

“Just wanted to see how jealous you’d get.” you replied. “Sit back down and watch me play with myself.”

Suguru was seething but he listened to your instructions and leaned back into the chair, trying to ignore the now painful swelling of his cock. He replayed the conversation in his head to try and distract himself from the soft moans you began to let out. Was I jealous? Suguru thought to himself and then the words he spoke to you as he dragged you away from the bar replayed in his mind

“Fuck.” Suguru groaned as he threw his head back.

“Enjoying the show?” you teased as you slipped a finger into your vagina, throwing your head back as pleasure washed over you.

You didn’t realize Suguru was making his way towards you until you felt the bed dip under his weight. He was now towering over you, pushing your hand away and placing them above your head. He pressed his lips to yours and before you could return the kiss, he pulled away and stared at you until you shifted uncomfortably.

“No more lying.” he stated as he pressed another kiss to your lips.

“So, you were jealous?” you grinned as he rolled his eyes.

Instead of answering, he rolled away from you and laid next to you. Suguru tugged your arm and instead of curling into his side, you chose to straddle him and grind your pussy against his cock. Suguru groaned, staring up at you as you rocked your hips back and forth. He reached for your face and pulled you into a messy kiss, your heart pounding. Breaking the kiss, Suguru held you there, lips ghosting over yours as he placed his hand on the small of your back, encouraging you to grind harder.

It would take a lot more work on your end to admit that he was jealous, but Suguru knew it was time to end this game of playing it cool. He wanted you from the very beginning, that was obvious when he continued to sleep with you, but he wanted to keep his options open out of greed. But no one else made him feel as good as you did. There was no doubt in his mind that there was something more between you two and neither of you wanted to admit, until tonight.

And so, the back and forth game would continue, just for tonight, until one of you finally admitted how badly you wanted the other, and no one else.

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bakhiu · 10 months

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Bad Desire

Nanami helps you understand why dating him would be better than casually sleeping with your boss Gojo.

read it on AO3 Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Office Setting, One-sided Feelings, Jealousy, Referenced Boss/Employee Relationship, Implied Gojo/Reader, Oral Sex, Alcohol Word Count: 1,623

“What kind of man should I be with then?” you asked with a dejected look. “Someone serious, someone like me.” Nanami replied without hesitation.

Last minute dinner dates are high up on the irritability list for Nanami Kento. Unfortunately, this does not apply to you. The two of you have worked together for a few years, your desks right across from each other in a shared office.

Your frequent sighs and glances at your phone were not work related stress. You and Gojo have been casually seeing each other for six months. Nanami only knew this because you casually let it slip that you and Gojo hang out after work. You would show up the following day with badly concealed hickies on your neck. It was obvious it was much more than hanging out.

The multiple scorned lovers of Gojo Satoru making an uninvited appearance to the office and causing a commotion was enough for Nanami to know Gojo was not the serious relationship type. You witnessed this firsthand seven months ago. His ex berated you, accused you of sleeping with him before storming down the hall screaming for Gojo to come out.

And yet, a month later, you and Gojo began casually seeing each other. He was currently working at the second office location and based on your reactions, he was leaving you high and dry.

“Need help with the end of month reports?” Nanami asked as he glanced up in your direction.

“Sorry, I’m just distracted.” You sighed as you put your phone in your desk drawer. “Hey, want to go out for a drink after work? We can celebrate finishing these reports!”

“Oh, well I was planning–”

“Nevermind!” you interrupted, your face slightly flushed. “What a silly thing to celebrate, especially at the last minute.”

“I was planning on going to the bar on 5th street, if that sounds good to you.” Nanami responded, forcing himself to glance back at his computer.

“I’d love to.” you replied, a huge grin replacing your embarrassed expression.

You swirled your straw around your half empty drink, sighing in the process. You were three drinks in with Nanami close behind, on the verge of finally asking why you are so down. Before he could interrupt your sighing, you interrupted.

“Y’know Nanami, you seem like such a great guy.” you rested your cheek on your palm, glancing up at him with a soft smile. “How are you still single?”

Nanami took a long sip of his drink, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Eventually you broke eye contact, finishing the rest of your drink in a big gulp.

“I’m sorry, that was so inappropriate.” you stuttered, still too embarrassed to meet Nanami’s gaze.

“I’m just waiting for the right time to make my feelings known to someone.” Nanami replied, finishing his own drink.

“How do you know when it’s the right time?” you asked.

“You will know when the time is right.” Nanami motioned for the server to order another round.

You both ordered another drink, promising it was the last round. Nanami was a responsible and logical person; you contemplated asking for advice on your relationship with Gojo. Your friendship (if you would even call it that) with Nanami was limited to friendly conversations in the office and courteous inquiries about what you did over the weekend.

The server returned with your final round, check placed between the two of you with a reminder that the bar closes in thirty minutes. You immediately reached for your drink and took a gulp. It was now or never and if it ended badly, you would chalk it up to drunken shenanigans.

“Nanami, what do you think of Gojo?” you asked, easing into the conversation.

“As our boss, or something else?” Nanami questioned back, a small smirk following.

You choked on your drink, not expecting a response like that. So he knows… you thought to yourself as you coughed and took a sip of water. After clearing your throat several times and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I guess as a romantic partner.” you replied, holding your breath as he contemplated a response.

“He does not have a good track record.” Nanami answered flatly. “You were verbally harassed by one of his exes.”

“Technically she wasn’t an ex, just a one night stand.” you retorted. “Gojo told me that she would not leave his apartment and had to call security.”

Nanami stared at you with a blank expression, waiting for you to realize just how ridiculous you sounded defending Gojo. You took another sip of your drink before inhaling deeply and deciding to be honest.

“So, Gojo and I have been casually seeing each other. He said he doesn’t want anything serious but I really like him and–”

“He doesn’t want anything serious and you still want to confess to him?” Nanami interrupted, rolling his eyes in the process. “Please respect yourself and stop engaging with Gojo. Not only is he unserious, he is also your boss .”

You gripped your glass, the cool condensation making your fingers slowly slide down. You knew he was unserious most of the time, but he made up for it in other ways. You had some great conversations…sometimes. You would go out to dinner…rarely. The more you thought about it, the more you realized it was a convenient hookup for Gojo. He did the bare minimum to keep you interested.

Nanami reached for the check and left his card inside, setting it on the edge of the table for the server. You didn’t bother trying to argue about paying for your half, too wrapped up in your own thoughts surrounding Gojo. You had fun with him, isn’t that what matters? You could easily convince yourself to stop wanting a serious relationship, right?

“What kind of man should I be with then?” you asked with a dejected look.

“Someone serious, someone like me.” Nanami replied without hesitation.

The time between leaving the restaurant and being thrown onto Nanami’s bed was a blur. You stared up at him, pupils blown wide as he grabbed your face and pressed his lips against yours. Heart hammering in your chest, you watched with your lips parted as he slowly kissed down your torso, his eyes locked on yours.

He pressed a soft kiss on your clothed cunt and groaned at how wet you were. He gently pressed a finger on your clit, smirking when you squirmed at the minimal touch. Nanami continued his ministrations over your pussy, intentionally ghosting his finger over your clit. You gave an annoyed sigh, bucking your hips as a silent plea.

“Please stop teasing, Nanami.” you inhaled sharply as he pushed your panties to the side and raised his eyebrow.

Without missing a beat, he licked a long stripe against your slit, paying a little more attention to your clit but not enough to satisfy you. You moaned and pressed your thighs together, glancing down to watch as he slowly swirled his tongue around your clit.

You were a leaking mess, your clit throbbing for more pressure. Nanami slipped a finger inside your pussy, but just barely. You threw your head back, feeling equally annoyed and aroused. He was definitely teasing you, or punishing you for wanting Gojo so bad.

“Why are you teasing me?” you sighed as he slowly curved his finger in your walls.

“You think this is teasing?” he mused as his thumb started circling your clit. “I could be worse.”

You bit your lip, wondering if you should try and rile Nanami up by using your previous hookups with Gojo. You weren’t sure how Nanami would react but figured whatever outcome would result in you cumming…eventually.

“Gojo teases me a lot.” you whispered, anxiety coursing through your veins. “Sometimes he doesn’t let me cum until the next day when we hookup.”

Nanami raised his eyebrow as he pulled his thumb away from your clit, his tongue circling around it, savoring your essence. You gulped, unable to gauge Nanami’s reaction as he raised himself away from your body.

“Lucky for you,” Nanami began as he loosened his tie. “I plan on making you cum multiple times.”

At least, that’s what Nanami wished had happened. He wished he could truthfully express his bad desire to be with you.

In reality, before you could question Nanami further, the server appeared and handed Nanami his card back. Nanami gave them a confused look before the server cleared their throat, motioning towards a customer sitting at the bar.

“The gentleman over there covered your bill.”

You and Nanami turned around at the same time but had very different reactions. Gojo gave a smug grin and raised his glass to you both. Your heart skipped a beat, resisting the urge to run over to Gojo. Nanami clenched his fist and ground his teeth, annoyed that Gojo once again gave the bare minimum for your attention.

“Should we go say hi?” you asked excitedly, already reaching for your handbag.

“You two enjoy your time together.” Nanami answered flatly, placing his card back into his wallet and excused himself.

You watched as Nanami walked away without acknowledging Gojo or saying good night to you. You hesitated for a moment, recalling your conversation a few minutes ago with Nanami. Was it really worth it to pursue this relationship with Gojo? Before you could ruminate further, Gojo appeared behind you, placing his hand on the small of your back.

“You missed me so much that you entertained Nanami’s advances?” Gojo whispered into your ear, guiding you back to the bar.

“Advances?” you questioned, leaning against Gojo’s arm. “We were having a few drinks as friends, er, coworkers.”

“Sure, baby.” Gojo smirked as he helped you climb up on the bar stool. “Let’s get one more drink in ya before we go have some fun, as coworkers.”

#nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk fanfic #justice for nanami #bakhiu writing

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bakhiu · 11 months

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Outside Clothes

Gojo punishes you for laying on his bed with your outside clothes.

Pairing: Gojo x Reader Rating: Explicit CW: spit kink Word count: 2,098 Available on AO3

“Take your clothes off.” Gojo demanded. “You’re in outside clothes on my bed .”

You instead scooted a bit further up on Gojo’s bed and laid flat on your back, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “Ask nicely and maybe I’ll put a show on for you.”

Instead, Gojo yanked your ankles and you inhaled sharply as you crashed to your knees on the ground. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to make eye contact.

“I don’t need to ask nicely in my house.” He sneered.

The agreement was simple: casual sex anytime Gojo called. He was a busy man, but he wanted you. Your punctuality and attendance did not go unnoticed, as reflected in your bank account. On this particular night, Gojo wanted you as soon as he could.

Your phone rang twice before you pushed the man who was kissing your neck off you. It had been two months since you and Gojo last saw each other. He would send you a text every now and then apologizing, saying he was too busy with work to make time for you.

“Hey stranger.” you swatted your hand at the man next to you, pleading for your attention by squeezing your bare thighs.

“I’m sending a car to pick you up tonight.” Gojo spoke, the sound of traffic in the background hinting that he was still working. “Make sure to pack a bag.”

“Okay.” you exhaled quickly, grabbing your clothes off the floor. “Are we meeting at a hotel? What time should I be ready?”

“Who are you talking to?” the man next to you demanded, grabbing your wrist.

“Someone who actually knows how to fuck.” you snapped back.

Gojo chuckled at your abrupt change of tone. The sound of rustling clothes and a door slamming indicated you were finally out.

“Desperate for dick?” Gojo mused, hearing the sound of your footsteps racing down the stairs.

You rolled your eyes before catching your breath only to expend it with a complaint about it being his fault because of his insane schedule.

“We’re going to be at my place tonight.” Gojo interrupted your tirade. You could have been projecting, but there was a slight hesitancy when my place was said.

“Are you sure? Isn’t it dangerous to meet at–”

“Be ready at 7pm.” Gojo interrupted.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gojo gave you a temporary access code and said to make yourself comfortable. You stood in the foray, taking in every detail before returning to your senses and making your way upstairs. As you reached the base of the stairway, you noticed steam wafting out of a room, the sound of the showerhead following after.

You carefully tiptoed down the hallway towards the open bedroom door, assuming it was Gojo’s room. You set your overnight bag down and wandered around, examining the framed photos adorning his walls and dresser. His radiant smile was prominent in all the photos, unafraid of expressing his love for his students and friends.

A few months ago, Gojo had you laid on his chest as he shared bits of his work life. You recalled one story where he sent two of his students on a mission to exorcize a curse, telling them it was a lower grade and it would be a piece of cake. Gojo, however, fibbed just a little bit, wanting to see how tough his students would be. The curse ended up being very strong, but his students pushed through and were able to work together and exorcize it.

Gojo was beaming with pride, boasting how good of a teacher he was. You asked if anyone had ever done something similar to him or his classmates and watched as his demeanor changed suddenly. He had cleared his throat and said that it happens all the time, and it doesn’t always end with the curse being exorcized and his colleagues returning home safely.

Engrossed in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Gojo enter the room and sneak behind you until you felt the wet strands of his hair next to your ear. You gasped and turned around, his devious grin a couple inches away from your parted lips.

“Miss Nosy needs to mind her manners.” Gojo mused. He straightened up to his full height, his finger gently nudging your chin up to face him as he looked down on you.

“You said to make myself at home.” you retorted, sticking your tongue out at him.

Gojo grabbed your tongue and gave it a gentle tug before releasing it as you yelped in surprise. “Don’t be a brat.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly maneuvered around Gojo’s attempt to grab you by the waist, a giggle escaping your lips as you sat yourself on the edge of his bed. Gojo turned around and shook his head, a look of disappointment on his face.

“If you were a good girl,” Gojo said in a low tone as he stalked towards you. “I would have treated you like a princess tonight.”

Your fingers trailed along the towel wrapped around his waist, your eyes finally lifting to make contact with him. “We both know you never treat me like a princess.”

Gojo grabbed your chin as he leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours. Your fingers trailed up to his shoulders and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You felt him smirk before his tongue slipped into your mouth. You softly rolled your tongue against his, a faint moan escaping your lips when he broke the kiss.

“Take your clothes off.” Gojo demanded. “You’re in outside clothes on my bed .”

You instead scooted a bit further up on Gojo’s bed and laid flat on your back, a soft sigh leaving your lips. “Ask nicely and maybe I’ll put a show on for you.”

Instead, Gojo yanked your ankles and you inhaled sharply as you crashed to your knees on the ground. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to make eye contact.

“I don’t need to ask nicely in my house.” He sneered. “Fine, keep your clothes on. I’ll just make a mess of them.”

Gojo tugged the towel off his waist. You blinked a few times before glancing back up at him. It had been a couple months of not seeing him, but his cock would always leave you dumbstruck.

“Suck.” Gojo demanded, pushing his cock towards your lips. “Don’t even think about trying that half-ass shit you normally do when you’re being a brat.”

You wrapped your fingers around his shaft and spat on Gojo’s cock, giving it a few gentle tugs to fully lubricate it. You glanced up at Gojo who remained expressionless, almost bored. You quietly huffed before lolling your tongue out, toying with the bead of precum leaking out of his tip. After a few moments of teasing, you braced yourself and fully sheathed his cock down your throat. Gojo gasped in surprise, his hands immediately gripping your hair as he stifled back a moan when you swallowed.

“Shit,” he breathed when you began to bob your head back and forth.

He watched intently as you fervently twisted your hands around his cock when your mouth couldn’t swallow him. Spit and saliva slowly leaked out of the corners of your mouth, the damp sticky texture making you shift uncomfortably.

“Somethin’ the matter?” Gojo asked innocently, his finger tracing your wet collar.

His grip on your hair released and you gasped for breath, desperately trying to swallow normally. You glanced up at Gojo, his blown out pupils locked onto you as he smirked.

“My shirt is wet.” You answered flatly, pinching the damp fabric of your collar.

“Well, it’s gonna be more than wet in a few minutes.” Gojo shrugged and before you could question his response, his foot gently nudged your chest, encouraging you to move backwards.

You slowly moved until your back hit the bed and Gojo loomed over you, his ankles pressing into your hips as he angled your head up and pushed his cock towards your lips.

“I’m going to fuck your throat. Be a good slut and make it messy.”

You placed your hands on his thighs, pushing him towards you eagerly. Gojo has throat fucked you once before but this will be rougher. He slowly teased himself by barely pushing his tip through your plush lips.

Gojo caught you off guard as he bottomed out in your throat, your hands scratching and gripping his thighs as you choked around his thick cock. He gave a throaty groan, his hands holding your skull in place as he brutalized your throat.

You breathed in and out through your nose but his pace quickly became unhinged. He pinched your nostrils and you desperately tried to remain calm as you lost oxygen. Your heart was hammering in your ears as your vision became blurred and spotty. You moaned around his cock, and you swore you heard him laugh again before he abruptly pulled out.

“You cryin?” Gojo sneered as you coughed and attempted to wipe the spit away from your mouth. “Cmon, that was nothing.”

You glared up at him and had to hold yourself back from spitting in his face as he leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss as if it was his last. You felt spit dripping down your throat again and before you could move to wipe it, Gojo gripped your wrist.

You watched as he pursed his lips and demanded that you open your mouth. You obliged, lolling your tongue out and staring up at him demurely. Gojo slowly opened his mouth and let a long trail of saliva drip from his lips to yours.

“Keep your mouth open.” Gojo demanded.

You let the saliva pool out of your mouth, down your tongue and dribble past your chin. Gojo smirked before he pursed his lips and leaned in closer to you. You expected him to trap your lips in a kiss but you felt his spit land on your shirt, right between your breasts.

“Y’made a mess of your shirt.” Gojo examined the wetness of your top, the small v of dampness between your breasts.

He grabbed your collar and motioned for you to adjust your positioning so you were slightly crouching, chest level with Gojo’s cock. He fondled your breasts through your shirt, the dampness on your nipples paired with the friction of the cloth eliciting a strange yet enjoyable sensation. Gojo gripped his cock with one hand and spat in the other, smearing his spit all over before he pushed your tits together around his cock.

He moaned, the friction of the fabric making his abs contract. You stared up at him, in awe and slight disgust at how much he enjoyed the mess. Gojo continued to slowly fuck your clothed tits, watching as his precum dampened the fabric even more. He finally made eye contact with you, his face flushing a soft shade of pink when he watched you purse your lips and spit directly on his cock.

“Ah, fuck.” Gojo whined, his hips stuttering at the added lubrication. “Do that again.”

And you did, again and again and again. You felt it on your chin, dripping down your throat, soaking the fabric of your shirt. Wetness and warmth pooled between your thighs as you watched Gojo chase his release.

He was blissed out, scrunching your shirt tighter around his spit covered cock. You brought your palm up to your mouth, spitting into it and snaking between Gojo’s thighs to fondle his heavy balls.

A high pitched moan escaped from Gojo’s lips, his pace stuttering for a moment. You pushed your neck forward, trying to capture Gojo’s tip into your mouth, even for the briefest of seconds. Your thighs ached from the tense locked position he had you in. Your eyes strained as he finally pushed his tip to your lips, your tongue eagerly swirling around it and tasting the salty precum.

“If you keep that u-” Gojo groaned when you pushed him off and readjusted your position to take his cock down your throat again.

You bobbed your head eagerly, urging him to cum down your throat already. Gojo leaned his head back, groaning when you cupped his balls and squeezed them. Hands on the side of your head again, Gojo brutalized your throat, soft pants escaping his lips as he chased after his release. You knew it was coming when his balls retracted, his moans breathier and whiny.

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” Gojo groaned as he pulled out of your throat.

Before you could take him back into your mouth, he released on your face, pumping his cock rapidly to see it coat your chest as well. You were panting, desperately trying to not choke on his cum. Gojo lifted your chin, making you lock eyes. You felt his cum dripping down your face and he smirked before grabbing the collar of your shirt and wiping it away.

“Still want to keep your outside clothes on?” Gojo grinned as you visibly shuddered when the damp, sticky fabric made contact with your skin.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader

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bakhiu · 1 year

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the favor ⚞-⚟ choso x reader (one shot)

You, an art teacher at a high school, went out the night before to celebrate Utahime's promotion to vice principal! There, you met a man which you drunkenly hooked up with in the bathroom. You can't remember his name the following day, but after your coworkers describe the new teacher's appearance, you quickly rush to see if it is who you think it is.

Rating: Mature (minors DNI)

A/N: forgot to upload this here whoops :-) also on AO3.

A loud knock on the door shook you from your trance and your eyes widened as Utahime banged on the door continuously, demanding that you open up. You glanced down at the man between your thighs, assuming he would stop but nope, he kept going.

“Ugh…” you groaned as you rested your head on the laminate tabletop in the teacher’s lounge. “Why did we drink so much last night?”

Shoko passed you a bottle of room temperature blue gatorade and shrugged her shoulders. It surprisingly wasn’t her idea to drink last night, she was just along for the ride. You worked as an art teacher at your local high school and the humanities department went out to celebrate Utahime being promoted to vice principal.

What started off as a celebratory round of shots to get the night going ended up with five more round of shots and various mixed cocktails that the men at the next table kept sending over. Shoko recognized two of the men as teachers from the rival high school and eventually invited them over to the table.

That was when your memory got blurry. The two men that Shoko knew, Geto and Gojo, were nice enough but someone else had caught your attention. You quickly became engrossed in a conversation with a soft-spoken man with a long, black line tattooed across his nose, his hair in messy space buns. You just loved his tattoos and wanted to see if he had any more hiding under his clothes. The two of you chatted about your respective professions, learning that he was a recent psychology graduate.

“What do you do for work?” the man asked as he took a slow sip from his cocktail.

“I’m an art teacher.” You grinned as you fished the cherry out of your drink.

“I took an art therapy seminar before graduating. It was pretty interesting and definitely made me appreciate art more.” The man mused as he watched you plop the cherry in your mouth.

You licked your lips and carefully tied the cherry stem in your mouth, slowly pushing it between your lips to show off your work. The man blushed as you held the tied cherry stem between two fingers, examining your handywork.

“We should work together sometime! I’m sure I can make you appreciate it more.” You winked as you set the stem in his half-finished drink.

The man cleared his throat as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, the blush on his face intensifying as he took a long drink from his glass. You glanced at him with heavy lids, keen on if he caught on to your attempt at subtle flirting.

The two of you locked eyes for a moment as you watched the man set his glass down on the wooden coaster. You noticed the cherry stem was no longer floating in his drink and you wondered if he accidentally swallowed it. You two were pretty drunk at this point, evident with how handsy the two of you were becoming and how close your faces were getting.

The man stuck his tongue out, flashing the cherry stem perfectly centered on his pierced tongue and your heart skipped a beat. The grip he had on your thigh tightened as he inched his face dangerously closer to yours.

“I think you lost something.” He whispered with a small grin. “Want it back?”

You scooted your bar stool back abruptly, gripping his hand and guiding him off his stool as well. You quickly drank the rest of your drink, and your new friend did as well, quickly turning to his friends to whisper something in their direction.

“We’ll be right back!” you cried out to Shoko and Utahime as you began walking towards the back of the bar.

You gripped the tattooed man’s hands in excitement as you pushed open the bathroom door and locked it quickly behind you. The man pushed you roughly against the wall, his arms caging you in as his nose pressed against yours.

“Y’know, I never caught your name.” he whispered as he peppered kisses down your neck and towards your cleavage.

You quickly moaned out your name as he squeezed your tits through your shirt, asking for his in return. The man did introduce himself before going down on you, hiking your leg up over his shoulder so he had better access under your tight skirt.

Quickly pressing your palm to your mouth, you stifled back a loud moan as he pressed his lips to your clothed cunt, his pierced tongue grazing over the damp fabric and gently teasing your clit.

He edged you like that for what felt like hours, gently pulling your panties to the side, and slowly inching his slender fingers into your soaked hole. You were trying to stabilize your breathing, knowing that if the two of you were any louder someone outside would hear.

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl.” He mused from between your lower lips.

“Ahh, fuck.” You groaned as he fully inserted a second finger and began curling them as he swirled his tongue over your clit. “That feels so good, holy fuck.”

He propped your other leg over his shoulder, his other arm wrapping underneath your ass to help you balance against the wall as he began eating you out with more vigor. You were writhing under his tongue, his fingers massaging the spongey walls that took you a lot of effort to reach on your own.

Your fingers tangled in his space buns, gripping them tightly and spurring him on, faster, sloppier, harder. You were so close to cumming, so close, just a little bit more…

“Just a few more minutes.” The man replied as he shot you a devilish grin. “She’s almost done.”

“I still can’t believe what you did last night.” Utahime grumbled as she set her coffee mug down on the table next to you. “I expected more of you.”

“Oh, be quiet.” Shoko came to your defense as you groggily raised your head. “We’ve all hooked up with hot, tattooed men while we were drunk.”

“Shoko,” you gave her a serious look before glancing at Utahime. “You’re a lesbian, what do you mean we’ve all?”

The three of you stared at each other for a brief moment before bursting into laughter. Your head immediately began throbbing, a reminder of just how much you drank last night. A soft knock came from the door, Ijichi greeting the three of you as he stepped into the lounge.

“Well, the new psychology teacher is settled into his classroom.” Ijichi stated as he walked over towards the coffee pot.

“Oh yeah, the dude with the tattoos.” Nitta stated as she walked in behind Ijichi. “I still cant believe Principal Yaga hired someone with face tattoos.”

The two secretaries busied themselves with prepping their respective cups of coffee, more than likely on their third cups already if they already got the new teacher settled in this early in the morning.

“Face tattoos?” you quipped, your heart skipping a beat as you tried to remember the man’s name from last night.

“Yeah, apparently they are religious.” Nitta replied as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Shoko smirked as she took a sip from her own cup of coffee, glancing in your direction as she watched you mentally playback the events from last night, waiting for you to connect the dots.

“What’s his name again?” Utahime asked as she nudged your side. “I know I interviewed him with Principal Yaga, but this hangover is killing my memory.”

“I think it’s Choso Kamo.” Ijichi answered as he stirred a packet of sugar into his coffee.

“What room is he in?” you demanded as you shot up from your seat, heat creeping up to your cheeks.

“He’s in Room 23, hey, are you okay—”

Before Nitta or Ijichi could get an answer from you, you were sprinting out the doors of the teachers lounge to confirm if the new teacher was the guy you hooked up with last night in the bar bathroom. Your heart was beating erratically against your ribcage as you rounded the corner and waited outside Room 23.

How could I have forgotten his name? You angrily thought to yourself as you worked up the courage to knock on the door. Before you had the chance to knock, the door swung open, and sure enough, the man who gave you the best head of your life was standing there, face tattoo and space buns and all.

“Fuck.” You whispered as you took a few steps back.

“Um…” Choso blinked a few times, evident he also had a hangover, but he knew this was really happening right now.

“Hey, so I guess we are coworkers now.” You awkwardly laughed as you extended your hand out for a handshake.

“This cant be happening.” Choso groaned as he wrapped his fingers around yours and pulled you into the classroom, closing the door behind you quickly.

“It’s totally fine!” you stated as you leaned against his desk, wringing your hands together nervously. “I mean, Utahime is the vice principal now and she isn’t even mad she’s just—”

“That’s our boss?!” Choso demanded, a deep red tint spreading across his cheeks.

“Well, one of our bosses, yeah.” You shrugged. “She’s cool. She won’t say anything!”

Choso pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long, tired sigh. You bit your lower lip, the memories of last night flooding into your mind.

After you came last night, Choso helped clean you up before going back out with your friends. You wanted to return the favor, to bring him back home to your place, but Choso didn’t feel comfortable with you being super drunk still and him slightly sobering up.

“What are we going to do?” Choso asked as he rolled his neck to relieve some of the tension.

“Well,” you grinned as you sat on his desk, spreading your legs slightly open. “I can always help you with your curriculum. I’m more than happy to help you incorporate art into your lessons.”

Choso blinked a few times, letting out an exasperated sigh before making his way towards you, pressing his palms over your thighs, and giving them a gentle squeeze. You placed your hand behind his neck and brought his face closer to yours, his lips ghosting over yours.

“I guess I’ll let you return the favor.” Choso replied as he pressed his lips against yours.

#cosmicdiamonds writing #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #choso fanfic

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bakhiu · 2 years

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after hours - chapter 5

Worship - Chapter 5 (finale) - also available on AO3

Like a good little devotee, you worship Suguru, and he makes sure to reward his most reverent disciples.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Dominate Geto Suguru, Cock Worship, Degradation, Switch Geto Suguru, Deepthroating, Throat Fucking, Face-fucking, Overstimulation

You blinked a few times, still processing what Suguru just asked of you.

"Well? Are you going to get started or just gape your useless mouth open like the dumb whore you are?" Suguru demanded, eyes glowering in the dim lighting of the room.

You quickly propped yourself up and leaned in closer to his cock, gently wrapping your fingers around his length and giving him a few soft pumps, earning a groan from his plush lips.

Your thighs clenched together as you quickened your pace, glancing up at Suguru and meeting his smoldering gaze.

He shot you a devilish smirk before bringing your face closer to his throbbing cock.

"I said to worship my cock, not carefully give it a massage." he parted your lips open with his thumb and watched attentively as you swirled your tongue around his appendage.

"So, you can do that on my finger? Good. Let's see what else you can manage."

Before you could prepare yourself, Suguru gripped the base of his cock and pressed it harshly between your lips, forcing his way into your mouth.

You groaned at the salty taste of precum that invaded your tastebuds, spurring you on to accommodate his full length and girth.

Jaw already aching, you looked up at Suguru with tears brimming the edge of your lashes, threatening to smear your mascara and eyeliner.

There was a slight blush across Suguru's cheeks, an almost bashful look on his face as he watched in admiration the way you tried so hard to fit him in your mouth and down your throat.

A few tears slipped out of the corner of your eyes, trailing down your cheeks and leaving black streaks in their path.

"Beautiful..." Suguru whispered as he gripped your face and pushed his cock further down your throat.

You groaned, in pleasure or pain, you will figure that out later.

The vibration of your tight throat around Suguru's cock made him groan as well, his chest heaving as he gently thrust his hips back and forth, giving you the grace of at least attempting to accommodate his size.

You swallowed thickly around his cock, your hands finally unclenching and finding purchase on his hips.

Suguru's breath hitched, not expecting the tender and ticklish sensation of your manicured fingernails on his skin, grazing lower and lower until one hand cupped his balls, gently massaging and spurring him on.

Suguru picked up the pace, wanting to see just how messy he could get you, how far he could take this little game.

Your other hand wrapped firmly around the length you could not fit in your mouth, twisting, and squeezing where your tongue could not.

"Ahh, fucking finally." Suguru groaned as you began bobbing your head up and down his length, letting spit and precum pool out the corners of your mouth. "I didn't realize worshipping meant I had to hold your fucking hand the entire time."

Suguru removed his hands from your face, pushing his stray strands of hair away from his face and rolling his neck before returning his gaze back to you.

You could not gauge his expression, a mixture of admiration and annoyance as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick, enjoying the slightly bitter and salty taste of his precum.

"Had enough?" Suguru whispered as he caressed your face, an odd tenderness to his voice.

You gave his cock a few firm pumps and popped him out of your mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting your puffy lips to his slick cock.

Suguru glanced down at you, his thumb wiping at the corners of your mouth as you desperately tried to catch your breath as nonchalantly as you could.

You swallowed hard, struggling a bit as you realized your throat was going to be bruised later.

"No." you responded coolly as you braced your hands on his muscular thighs, grating your nails gently over his tensed muscles.

"Good, because I know you can do better than whatever the fuck that was." Suguru gave you a sadistic grin before yanking you up off the couch.

You stumbled slightly over your heels, legs slightly numb from being tensed so long.

Suguru led you to the end of the couch where he began propping up the throw pillows, glancing back at you every so often, measuring with his fingers and squinted eyes the appropriate amount of height for the cushions.

"Suguru, what are you doing?" you questioned as he grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto the plush embrace of the couch.

"Doing you a favor." Suguru replied with another devilish grin. "Can you be a good girl and help me, baby?"

Suguru's fingers were gently pushing your chin up, and you quickly realized what he had in mind as he towered over you, propping his knee next to your head.

He wanted to fuck your face.

That is why he was propping these pillows up, so he had enough room to accommodate his height and thrusts, and so that he would not fuck your skull into the couch.

You were certain Satoru would be pissed if that were the case, because 1) he did not get to watch and 2) he did not get to do it.

You tilted your head back further, opening your mouth wide and lolling your tongue out, heart beating erratically against your ribcage as Suguru gripped his cock and gave it a few pumps before tapping it on your lips.

"Ready?" he asked, the blush once again spread across his face as his gaze bore into you.

You gave a quick nod, licking your lips as a silent "go" for Suguru to thrust his aching cock into your mouth, no warming period, just straight to the point.

You choked, willing your gag reflex to just.... not exist for this moment.

Suguru panted above you, thrusting faster and faster into your mouth as you gripped his thigh, nails digging into his flesh.

"Fu, fuck. Ah, ha....it feels so good. I'm so deep." Suguru groaned as you kicked your legs a bit. "Can I keep going, baby? Are you okay? It feels so fucking good. Please, can I keep going?"

Your weakly give him a thumbs up as a grin spread across his face, prompting him to thrust faster and deeper into your throat.

You groaned as his hands wrapped around your throat, gradually adding pressure as his thrusts became more erratic. You willed yourself to keep your eyes open, but your vision became increasingly blurred as tears and pigment from your mascara mixed to cloud your view.

"Y'feel that, baby?" Suguru moaned as he applied more pressure to your throat and stalled his hips, leaving his cock twitching down your esophagus.

You tried to calm your breathing, taking deep pulls of air in and out your nose. You slowly regained your senses and then suddenly, you felt it.

Suguru flexed his cock and you felt it against your throat; you swallowed, glancing up at him as he exhaled slowly.

He pressed harder around your throat and began rocking his hips gently, his fingers grazing over the bulge that was protruding.

You blinked away the tears and angled your head up slightly further, taking in the image of Suguru as he stared down at you with such intensity, the red tint on his cheeks deepening.

"Now this," he began as he bottomed out in your throat, his balls softly pressing against your nose. "This is how you properly worship."

You thought that was going to be the end of it, that Suguru was going to pull out and move onto something else, but you were mistaken.

He began thrusting his hips again, trying to stay as deep in your throat as he could while running his fingers over your thinly clothed cunt that was soaked with your arousal.

You moaned as he applied more pressure with his thumb over your clit, gently rolling it in circles.

"That's it, keep moaning around my cock. Fuck, your throat is so tight." Suguru unsnapped the buttons on your crotch, pushing your lingerie up as far as he could with one hand. "I'll make you feel good baby, I promise. I reward all my devoted lovers."

You clenched around nothing as he referred to you as his lover, choking out a sob as he spit onto your glistening cunt and teased your soaked entrance with his middle finger.

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, maybe it was fucking Suguru for technically the first time, maybe it was how rough he was being...

Either way, you were painfully aroused, squirming under his ministrations as he rubbed everywhere but your clit, chuckling as you whined and writhed.

"You didn’t think your reward was happening now, did you?" Suguru laughed as he gently slapped your clit, causing you to jolt and groan around his cock. "You gotta make me cum first, baby."

Suddenly, Suguru pulled his hips back, freeing his cock from the tight grip of your throat.

You immediately gasped and jolted upright, inhaling deeply as you tried your hardest to swallow the overflow of saliva that was pooling in your mouth.

Suguru gently patted your back before leaning into your ear and whispering for you to get back to work.

Before you could protest, Suguru plopped himself on the couch, legs spread wide and his cock glistening with your saliva.

You blinked a few times, head empty as Suguru flexed his dick with an overconfident grin.

“Well? Don’t you want to take a seat?” he cooed as he beckoned for you to come closer.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before slowly balancing your knees on either side of his wide frame. You purposely avoided eye contact with him, knowing his gaze would make you lose all sense of control.

After gingerly placing your fingers on his pecs, you glanced up and melted at how strangely angelic he looked. His soft, black eyes were drinking you in as you gently rubbed your pussy over his cock, the slight pressure over your clit causing you to bite your lip to stifle a moan.

Suguru placed his hand behind your neck and forcefully pulled you closer for an aggressive kiss. You swore you heard him growl when your lips parted and allowed his tongue to explore your mouth, now actually able to drink you in.

Suguru nipped your bottom lip and pulled with his teeth, causing you to softly whine before pulling away. Your cheeks were flushed, chest heaving at the intensity of his kiss.

Suguru sported the same rosy cheeks, blown out pupils’ evidence of his eagerness to keep going.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he moved his hands slowly down your sides to grip your hips and grind you harder onto his cock. “I’m not even inside your cunt and I could cum like this.”

And with that, it was over. You quickly raised yourself on your knees, gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance.

You could not wait anymore; you wanted to feel his entire length in you immediately, warm up be damned.

Suguru expected you to slowly take his cock in, but once you had the angle right, you slammed down on his cock and a lewd moan echoed throughout the room.

Suguru’s breath hitched in his throat at the sudden warm and tight feeling that enveloped his cock, and you entangled your fingers into his inky tresses to pull him back into a kiss.

The two of you sat there, motionless except for the eager kisses the two of you exchanged; teeth, tongue, spit, and groans of intense pleasure of finally being connected.

Suguru pulled you back from the nape of your neck, a whine escaping your lips as he broke the kiss. He firmly smacked your ass, gripping the flesh through your lingerie and kneading it roughly.

“As nice as your pussy feels like this,” he whispered into your ear as he pressed you closer to his chest. “I want to see you bounce on my cock until you’re crying and begging for a break.”

Another smack to your other cheek and you eagerly began to bounce on his cock, a dutiful and devoted follower seeking praise for properly worshipping.

Suguru leaned back into the couch, his hands moving away from guiding your hips to instead rest behind his head. A smirk spread across his face as you rolled your eyes at his relaxed position.

“What? Did you want my help, baby?” Suguru sneered as he stretched his arms behind his head.

“Don’t need it.” You spat back as you raked your fingers down his pecs. “You’d just slow me down anyways.”

Another smirk spread across Suguru’s face as he watched you adjust your palms on his thighs, gripping tightly for better leverage as you bounced up and down on his cock.

Suguru watched in admiration as you teased his dick by going all the way up, almost letting it slip out of your tight cunt before slamming back down.

You bit your lower lip as a moan worked its way up your throat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you were enjoying this more than he was.

But damn, his cock stretching your walls felt so good. His tip hitting that spongey spot felt so heavenly, you’d cum if you thought about it any longer.

Your continued to bounce on his cock and realized you needed to up the intensity otherwise he was not going to cum, which meant you were not going to cum.

With one hand still firmly gripping his thigh, your other reached up to your lingerie straps to tug them down, your breasts softly spilling over the cups.

Suguru sucked in a breath, watching your soft flesh pool deliciously over the cups of your bra and gently bounce with your thrusts.

Finally, he moved his hand from behind his head to knead your tits, eventually yanking your top down with a rough tug that caused the lace to slightly tear.

You did not care; he did not care; he could buy you thousands more of these lingerie sets if it meant he could rip it off you every day.

Suguru pushed your tits together and groaned, wanting to bury his face in the soft flesh but instead opted to twist and tug your nipples to warm you up. You moaned, loudly at the sensation of his smooth fingers pinching and massaging your erect buds.

The two of you made eye contact, and before you could make a snarky comment, Suguru’s lips parted and wrapped around one of your nipples, gently flicking the bud and sucking loudly.

“Fuck,” you moaned as your hand instinctively shot towards the back of his head, pushing him further into your breast. “K-keep doing that, fuck, please don’t stop.”

And for once, Suguru gladly listened without a quip back. He pushed his face further into your chest, his other hand busy with keeping your other nipple as adequately stimulated as he could without his mouth.

You bounced faster on his cock, your moans freely spilling over your plush, puffy lips as you licked them. Suguru released your tit with a loud pop before eagerly starting on the neglected one, causing you to throw your head back at the cool air hitting your wet nipple.

“You are so divine,” Suguru groaned as you tangled your fingers into his hair, gently pushing and tugging him on. “I could spend the rest of my life like this.”

You glanced down at him, his inky black hair wrapped delicately around his broad shoulders. You inhaled sharply, drinking in the effortless beauty that is Geto Suguru. You are the divine one. You thought to yourself as you started to grind your clit against his pelvis, seeking the tiniest bit of friction.

Suguru quickly released your tit and resumed his relaxed position, pushing his damp, sweaty strands off his forehead.

“Does baby need some help?” Suguru cooed as he brushed his fingers against the side of your face. “I can help you feel better.”

“Please,” you breathed as you gripped his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes for an intense pleading effect. “Please, Suguru. I need it.”

“Hmm,” Suguru trailed his index finger between your cleavage and down to your navel, slowly inching towards your clit at a painfully slow pace. “I suppose you’ve earned it.”

Before you could part your lips to thank him, his finger is pressed softly against your clit, providing the stimulation you need to send an electrifying current through your core and up your spine, goosebumps erupting across your arms.

“Oh, fuck, yes.” You moaned as you continued to bounce on his cock. “Oh god, that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop, please baby, please don’t stop.”

“You’re gripping me so tight, baby.” Suguru mused as he quickened his pace, rubbing your clit with vigor. “You want to cum on my cock? I think you’ve worked hard enough, c’mon baby. Let me see your pretty pussy cream on this dick.”

You choked out a sob as he used his other arm to wrap around your waist, pushing you further into him, the pressure adding to the intensity of his finger rubbing quick circles on your clit.

You panted, forcing yourself to open your eyes and take in the image of Suguru intensely watching you, committing to memory the vision of you as you cum.

“I need more, please.” You cried out as you grabbed your tit and began twisting your nipple for stimulation. “Please, Suguru, touch me more. I want to cum on your cock, please.”

“Needy thing.” Suguru mused as he craned his neck to spit on your nipple before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue eagerly around the erected bud.

You groaned out, feeling the coil in your core twist and tighten, the impending release coming closer and closer. You were almost there, but you still needed more. The damn alcohol was making it difficult for you to cum, you quickly realized.

“Suguru, please, talk to me.” You moaned as he popped your nipple out of his mouth and blew cool air onto it. “I just need a little bit more, please.”

“Need to hear my voice to cum?” Suguru asked as he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his face, his lips ghosting over yours. “Too used to phone sex and need me to guide you?”

You whimpered as he pulled his fingers off your clit, both hands now wrapped around your waist and helping you bounce harder and faster on his cock.

You quickly found a rhythm that worked for both of you, where your clit was still rubbing and getting the friction it needed, which made your walls tighten around Suguru’s cock.

“Let go, baby. I know you can do it. You’re thinking too much.” Suguru cooed as he placed a soft kiss against your lips. “The only thing you should be thinking about is creaming all over my cock.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to focus on the sensation of Suguru’s cock hitting the deepest part of your pussy, stretching your walls, your clit rubbing against his pelvis.

You wanted to cum so bad, you were so close, you just needed a little bit more. Suguru gave an exasperated sigh before pushing his lips close to your ear.

“Stupid sluts like you should only focus on one thing: getting their man to cum in their pussy. That’s all you’re good for; a cock sleeve. A fuck doll for me to dump my cum in and maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum sometimes too. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me, baby? Don’t you want me to fill you up? Don’t you want to feel my cum leaking out of your pussy when we’re done? It’ll drip down your thighs, everyone at the party will see it and know that you’re mine.” Suguru finished his sermon, finalizing it with a slow lick down your neck and you came undone.

“Fuck! You cried out as the coil in your core snapped, and you felt yourself gush all over his cock.

You continued to ride out your high as best as you could, but your knees were starting to feel weak and Suguru took over, slamming his cock deep into you, his own moans and pants becoming faster and louder, almost desperate.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.” Suguru moaned as you collapsed onto his chest, fully giving up on making him cum. “I’m going to fill you up. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Want me to fill you up? Want me to cum in your pretty pussy, baby? You’ll have to leave it all night; my cum leaking out onto your pretty little outfit. You want that, baby?”

You reverently nodded your head, a small moan escaping your lips as you became overstimulated. Suguru reached between your two sweaty bodies, his finger circling your engorged clit.

“Suguru!” you cried out, trying to pull his wrist away to no avail. “S-sensitive, please, I’m so sensitive. Stop, stop. I can’t handle it.”

“You came first, you’ll cum again with me.” Suguru demanded as he pushed onto your clit, reversing the circular motion he had going. “You’re going to cum with me.”

“I—”

“We are going to cum together.” Suguru interrupted, his other hand reaching for the back of your neck to squeeze.

You whimpered, nodding your head in defeat. You tried to control the feeling in your core, tried to even your breathing but you continued to take short gasps of air, the intensity too much.

“Talk to me, baby.” Suguru pleaded, the gentle tone to his voice jolting you slightly to your senses.

“I-I can’t concentrate.” You replied, forcing your eyes open to meet his.

“What does it feel like?” Suguru questioned softly, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Feels good,” you moaned as he rubbed your clit faster. “You feel so fucking good, Suguru. I love your cock; you fill me up so good. No one can make me feel this good.”

Suguru’s hips began to thrust faster into you, his lips once again ghosting over yours, drinking in your moans and words of devotion.

Your noses pressed together as the two of you stared intensely at one another; you blinked back tears. The pleasure was too intense, too good, too fucking wet, too sloppy, too much touching, too much breathing.

Every nerve in your body was electrified, running on the energy that was being supplied by Suguru’s devoted touch.

“I’m,” you inhaled deeply, knowing what you had to say to push him over the edge. “I’m your stupid cum slut. I need you to fill me up, please. I want to cum with you, I want to feel you fill me up. I want everyone to know I’m your whore; only you can make me feel this good. No one else can, please, God, Suguru, I need your cum, please, please, it’s too much, please hurry, I’m…fuck, it feels like—”

“Fuck!” Suguru moaned and you immediately felt a gush of warmth splatter against your walls, filling you up and leaking out of your tight hole as Suguru continued to fuck into you, the squelching becoming louder and louder. He continued to ride out his high, his finger swirling around your clit faster and faster and when he glanced up at you, his lust filled gaze sent you over the edge.

Your vision went white, you couldn’t tell if you squirted or if Suguru just came so much that the conjoined space between your pussy and his pelvis was soaked, but you felt ethereal. You blinked back tears, the pleasure numbing your senses so that all you felt was Suguru’s hands rubbing your back, whispering praise into your ear as you came back down from heaven.

You finally lifted yourself off his cock and your jaw dropped at the amount of cum that seeped out of your pussy; you definitely squirted because Suguru’s abdomen was covered with a light sheen of liquid, too much for it to be sweat. An overconfident grin spread across his face as you ran your fingers over his dick to touch the cum that was left on it.

“Damn,” you whispered as you brought the appendage to your face.

“Want to taste it?” Suguru grinned as he pushed your finger closer to your lips.

“Ew~” you jokingly gagged before popping your finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue. “Mm, tastes pretty bad.”

“Doubt it with the way you were swallowing my cock earlier.” Suguru retorted as he playfully slapped your ass. “Well? How did I do? Did I play the character to your liking?”

“Mm,” you removed yourself off Suguru, trying to stand up straight on your wobbly legs. “I give you an A for effort.”

Suguru rolled his eyes as he pulled his pants back up, pushing his hair out of his face and glancing around the room for something to help you clean up a little bit.

“When you told me over the phone that you wanted me to dominate you, I wasn’t expecting you to want it that harshly.” He said from across the room, searching through the drawers for a towel or napkins.

You awkwardly pushed your thighs together, not wanting to drip over Satoru’s floors. You know you wouldn’t hear the end of it if he found out it was you and Suguru who made this mess.

“Honestly, I was expecting worse.” You teasingly replied.

Suguru shot you an annoyed look, rolling his eyes as he tossed you a small washcloth. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time, boss.”

You quickly cleaned yourself up and adjusted your outfit, making sure your straps were adjusted and nothing was out of place. Suguru sat back down on the couch, his head propped up on his fist, watching you intently as you fussed with your appearance.

“Should we apologize to Satoru?” you asked once you finally finished cleaning up.

“For?” Suguru asked as he stood up, making his way towards you to wrap his hands around your waist.

“Involving him in our little roleplay moment.” You replied, adjusting Suguru’s collar.

“Hmm, no. Let him think he fucked up by trying to sleep with you.” Suguru smirked as he pressed aa soft kiss to your cheek. “Let him suffer a bit while he tries to apologize to the two of us. Maybe depending on how good he is, we can let him know it was all our evil, slutty little plan.”

You rolled your eyes and swatted his shoulder playfully. A tiny part of you wanted to see Satoru flustered, trying to apologize to his best friend for crossing a boundary but also to you, for wanting to sleep with you.

“Would you ever have a threesome?” you asked as Suguru led you to the door.

Suguru sighed as he opened the door. “Are you just trying to make me mad so I can be more rough next time? Satoru is my best friend, I don’t think—”

You bit your lip as you saw Satoru slightly crouched at the door, his ear pressed to the wall, trying to eavesdrop on your conversation.

Suguru still didn’t notice, going on a tangent of how he would never compromise his relationship with you to have a threesome with Satoru, especially after finding out that Satoru did want to sleep with you.

Finally, Suguru looked down to see his idiot best friend listening to his speech, an overconfident grin plastered on his stupid face.

“So, you two were just using me?” Satoru cried out dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Well, I’ll have you know that I knew the whole time! That’s how good of a friend I am. Anything to get my two best friends turned lovers to fuck like—”

“Shut up!” you interrupted, noticing other people glancing in your direction.

“So, its official?” Satoru grinned as he wiggled his eyebrows and pointed between the two of you.

You purposely ignored the stupid hand gesture he did to insinuate vaginal sex, already tired of his childish antics for the night.

You and Suguru gave each other a knowing and exasperated look before looping your arm together and flipping off Satoru in unison.

“Fuck off.” The two of you flatly said and pushed past Satoru, who chased after the two of you, crying for details and not wanting to be left behind by his best friend, his one and only.

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bakhiu · 2 years

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After Hours - Chapter 4

Velveteen - Chapter 4 - Also Available on AO3

Your and Suguru's reunion is interrupted by a party that Satoru is throwing. Relationship status bracelets, moody and grungy vibes, or as Satoru likes to put it "vampire slutty realness" oh and lots of jealously.

Rating: M

Contains: jealousy, possessiveness, pre-sex activities, Gojo being a whore.

Music inspo: Music to Watch Boys To by Lana Del Rey

If you wanna pick your outfit for the party, click here :)

Today was the day: Suguru was flying back home and made sure you had your weekend cleared so you two could spend some much-needed time together. You were in the middle of packing your weekender bag when a soft knock echoed throughout the apartment. You checked the time and it was much too early for Suguru to be back, let alone knocking on your front door. You quickly peered through the peep hole and groaned internally at who it was. A snowy haired, black bespectacled demon, grinning from ear to ear.

“I know you’re home! Open up, it’s important!” Satoru called out and rapped his knuckles on the door again.

“What do you want, Satoru?” you sighed in annoyance as the door flung open.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine. I am here to give you this!” Satoru presented you with an ornate vanilla colored envelope with rose gold embellishments, your name in a pretty printed font.

You raised an eyebrow and tore the envelope open, peering over the invitation with wide eyes. Of all the times for one of Satoru’s surprise costume parties…it just had to be this weekend. There was no way Suguru would go, he wouldn’t have the patience to see you in a scantily clad outfit before fucking your brains out.

“Suguru is flying back today, I don’t think he will be able to attend. I’m usually his plus one too, so it would be weird of me to go without him.” You handed Satoru back the invitation. “Thanks, but—”

“Nice try, sunshine. Suguru already agreed to coming, in fact, he helped me come up with the theme. See you both tonight at 10pm sharp.” Satoru handed the invitation back to you and before you could argue back, Satoru was humming down the hallway, jingling his car keys in tune.

You couldn’t believe that Suguru already agreed. When did they discuss this? You were fairly sure Suguru went to sleep right after last nights entertainment, so when did Satoru manage to weasel himself into your plans? Suguru was usually on top of parties and events and would always give you a two week notice in case you had prior commitments. You glanced down once more at the invitation and your cheeks flushed when you got to the theme.

Underworld: The Afterlife of Sin Dress code: Vampire slutty realness. Less is more, byo protection and NDA. Relationship bracelets available at entrance.

You would wait until Suguru’s plane landed to ask him if Satoru was lying about attending the party, but you had a strong feeling Suguru had a sinister plan for the two of you this weekend. After tossing the invitation on your kitchen counter, you began tearing through your closet for something, anything that would fit the theme.

“What even is vampire slutty realness…” you grumbled to yourself as you tossed the last article of clothing you owned onto your bed in defeat. “Looks like I have some shopping to do.”

You pulled out your phone and noticed a text from Suguru. You eagerly unlocked your phone, equal parts missing him and annoyed if he did in fact agree to this stupid party Satoru was throwing.

Suguru: Hello beautiful~ just landed and waiting to deboard the plane. I’m assuming Satoru has already given you the invitation to his party, and yes, we are going. I bet you just tore through your closet trying to find something to wear and couldn’t find anything, so here’s some spending money to find a few good outfits for the weekend. Think of it as a bonus for all your hard work ;) see you later tonight.

Your mouth gaped at all the zeroes and almost wanted to send it back. Suguru paid you very well and even if this was a performance bonus, it was simply too much. Then again, he did promise you a weekend alone and instead you’re getting a lust filled weekend at Satoru’s mansion.

You quickly typed out a good-hearted reply, leaving out your disappointment in being lied to, as innocent of a lie it was. You’d get your revenge later tonight when he saw your outfit, and all the torture you’d put him through.

Suguru had let you know that he was running late and to go ahead and mingle without him. You begrudgingly entered the foyer of Satoru’s mansion and began the check in process. Your pockets, or lack thereof, were searched for weapons, generic NDA for Satoru’s protection signed, and then you were pointed towards coat check where you would pick up your relationship bracelet. Heels clicking on the marble floors, you stopped in front of the various ornate gold bowls filled with bracelets, checking the poster for color meanings.

Blue – happily taken

Red – unhappily taken

Green – single

Purple – open relationship

Orange – looking for a third

Black – its complicated

You chewed your lower lip as others began grabbing bracelets and putting them on, excitedly chattering to each other as the ventured down the candlelit hallway to the main event. You forgot to ask Suguru what color bracelet to get; would he even care what color you picked? Everything happened so fast over these past few days that you didn’t consider asking the question of “what are we” to Suguru. You glanced at your all-black lace outfit and figured to get something that would match; black bracelet it is. You could always swap it later if Suguru got grumpy, but then again…that would be his problem. He was fully capable of telling you about his stance with you.

You tied the bracelet carefully around your wrist and ventured down the hallway, noting that the ambiance definitely matched the theme, at least your loose interpretation of the theme. You pushed the heavy oak double doors open and inhaled deeply as the smell of incense and tobacco flooded your nostrils. Inside the dimly lit entertainment room, so many bodies were pressed together, laughing, kissing, drinking, and dancing, the dim light reflecting the light sheen across their lightly clothed bodies.

You quickly found the bar and ordered your usual cocktail, swirling the straw around until you found a familiar face at the end of the bar, looking absolutely miserable and out of place amongst the crowd of lusty and enamored lovers and friends.

“Nanami?” you laughed as he placed his head into his hands.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to see you here without Geto.” Nanami replied as he glanced back up, eyeing your figure not so discreetly.

“He is coming, just running late.” You replied as you hopped on the bar stool next to him. “Did you come alone?”

“Satoru dragged me along and promised to keep me company all night, but a pretty girl caught his eye and dragged him out back to…” Nanami quickly passed his finger under his nose and you grinned.

“Typical Satoru.” You glanced down the hallway towards a back room, probably where extra liquor was being stored for the bartenders easy access.

As if you cast a summoning spell, Satoru and an unknown girl come tumbling down the hallway, grinning from ear to ear. Satoru makes eye contact with you and Nanami before whispering something to the girl and she pecks his cheek before running off to god knows where.

“You made it!” Satoru cheered as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Where’s Suguru?”

“Who knows.” You grumbled as you shoved Satoru off your shoulders, feeling his sweat drip down your own shoulder. “Gross, why are you so sweaty?”

“Got a little worked up back there.” Satoru winked as he turned to Nanami and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go take some shots until Suguru gets here!”

Before you and Nanami could protest, the bartender was called over with shots in hand, almost as if Satoru communicated via telepathy to bring your favorite liquor.

“Do you mind shots of vodka, Nanami?” you asked as you grabbed a glass from the small crystal tray.

“At this point, I’ll drink anything to make this idiot less annoying.” Nanami replied with a flat expression, grabbing two shots for himself.

“Hey! No one made you come to this party!” Satoru pouted as he grabbed his own shot glass.

You and Nanami glanced at each other before glancing at Satoru, who sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, knowing he always forced his friends to attend his parties. There was one instance where Satoru cancelled one of Suguru’s photoshoots by sleeping with the photographer the night before and fucking her so hard she couldn’t walk for a couple of days. That’s how bad Satoru wanted Suguru at his cat’s third birthday party.

“Cheers!” Satoru cried out as he clinked your small glasses together. “To friendship and ruining those friendships by fucking!”

You and Nanami almost choked at the last statement; what the fuck is Satoru on about now? You quickly downed the rest of your shot as Nanami threw back his second, his empty expression still on his face.

“So, black bracelet huh?” Satoru grinned as he playfully yanked at the knot on your wrist. “Does Suguru know?”

“Suguru is her boss, Satoru. You really need to stop prying into people’s private lives.” Nanami took a sip from his whiskey as he glared at Satoru. You noticed how Nanami glanced at your figure again, his eyes lingering on your lace covered chest as your cleavage spilled slightly over your corset.

You flushed, knowing that Nanami had a crush on you during your high school days. You both had bonded over the music you listened to, Nanami being the one who introduced you to all sorts of indie rock bands. Nanami now works as Satoru’s lawyer, which is how you met again as adults, at Satoru’s ridiculous parties that you always attended with Suguru.

“Oh Nanamin~ if only you knew what those two have been getting up to.” Satoru grinned as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

Nanami raised an eyebrow, not sure if Satoru was up to his usual antics of trying to get a rise out of people or if for once, he was being serious and you really were entangled with Suguru.

“We haven’t been getting up to anything.” You spat as you once again pushed Satoru off you.

“So, you’re actually single?” Nanami asked, breaking the intense, yet childish stare off you and Satoru were having.

“Um, well…technically, yes.” You stated with a sigh as you reached for your half empty cocktail.

“Suguru needs to hurry up and make it official.” Satoru leaned against the bar, motioning the bartender for another round of shots. “You don’t always get a chance with a woman like you.”

Satoru’s black sunglasses were perched dangerously on the tip of his nose, his crisp blue eyes drinking you in. When Satoru first met you, as Suguru’s plus one to a dinner party, Satoru wanted to fuck you immediately. Back then, Suguru would not have cared, your relationship not as developed as it is now. While Suguru did not disclose all the details of the past few days, he did disclose that he wanted to make things more serious with you. Satoru eyed up your delicate outfit once more, admiring the way the intricate lace wrapped around your curves and the heels you wore did wonders for your shapely, smooth legs. Satoru felt his cock harden in his pants as his eyes landed between your thighs, wanting nothing more than to bury his face between them and lap at your folds until you were screaming his name, Suguru an afterthought.

You and Nanami were engrossed in conversation, talking about work and what sort of classes and seminars you have been attending. Satoru cleared his throat and motioned towards the shots sitting on the tray.

“Round two?” Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you as you reached for the glass and handed another to Nanami.

“Cheers!” you smiled as you clinked glasses with Satoru and Nanami and threw the shot back.

Satoru watched as you carefully licked the excess liquor off your glossy lips, your throat bobbing as you swallowed and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. Satoru glanced at Nanami, who knew what he was trying to do, and mouthed “don’t do it,” but Satoru didn’t care. Suguru would forgive him for fucking his girl, right? They’ve shared girls in the past, maybe he would even be interested in sharing you.

“Hey! Want to dance with me?” Satoru asked you as he extended his hand out.

“Um, it would be mean to leave Nanami alone.” You glanced at Nanami who was angrily swirling his whiskey around the glass.

“Yeah, you promised to keep me company all night, Satoru.” Nanami replied sternly, once again shaking his head no.

Satoru grabbed a woman by the arm as she walked by and pushed her onto Nanami’s lap as he quickly facilitated an introduction between the two.

“Do you find him attractive?” Satoru asked the poor girl being forced to sit on Nanami’s lap.

“I—yes?” the woman replied, glancing up at Nanami who was flushed a dark shade of red.

“Great! You two can chat while we go dance!” Satoru grabbed your hand before you could protest and led you towards the dancefloor.

You glanced behind you and mouthed an apology to Nanami as Satoru interlaced his fingers with yours and led you further into the swarm of dancing bodies. You’ve danced multiple times with Satoru in the past, Suguru not being much of a dancer at parties. It was always playful and friendly, unlike tonight. Satoru pressed his body behind yours, hands on your hips as he led you through the music blasting through the speakers.

“You look really good tonight. Did Suguru pick your outfit?” Satoru whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You felt Satoru’s hands move slowly up your waist, dangerously close to your breasts as he played with the lace fringe on your corset. You knew you should move away from Satoru, knowing he was drunk and high and clearly out of his mind. Why would he be flirting with Suguru’s girl? Wait…you’re not Suguru’s girl. You can have some fun, right? You turned around quickly, wrapping your arms around Satoru’s neck and tangled your fingers in his snowy white hair.

“Would it make you jealous if he did?” you questioned with a teasing grin.

“Hmm, I wish I could play dress up with you.” Satoru replied with a shrug. “I have a lot of outfits in mind.”

“Oh? Like what?” you asked innocently, knowing where this conversation was going.

You were scantily clad in the sluttiest lingerie outfit you could put together, trying your hardest to fit with the ridiculous theme. You even spent extra time on your makeup, carefully smoking out your eyeliner and eyeshadow to create a soft yet sultry effect. Your outfit left some to the imagination, but clearly Satoru had other ideas in mind for what he’d like to see you in, specifically his bedroom.

Off in the distance, Suguru finally arrived, dressed as slutty as a man possibly could on short notice, scanned the room for you, or Satoru, knowing the two of you wouldn’t be far apart. Suguru made a quick round of the room before ending up at the bar, making eye contact with Nanami, who looked equal parts annoyed and worried.

“Oi, Nanami.” Suguru waved as he sat in the stool next to him and the woman on his lap. “Oh, hello…?”

The woman on Nanami’s lap giggled, making an attempt to get off Nanami’s lap and sit in her own stool. Suguru could tell she was a little drunk, her movements slow yet clumsy as she steadied herself on the counter. After a brief introduction, Suguru moved his attention to Nanami, knowing that he would know where Satoru was.

“Have you seen Satoru?” Suguru asked as he adjusted the tight leather corset, he was wearing over his black silk blouse. “I tried texting y/n but they haven’t replied in over an hour.”

Suguru noticed Nanami’s eye twitch in annoyance as he cleared his throat and reached for his practically empty glass of whiskey. The woman that accompanied them quickly called for the bartender as Nanami clinked his empty glass next to hers.

“Satoru took her to the dance floor.” Nanami glanced ahead of them, pointing to the smoke-filled dance floor, bodies mingling together during an especially slow and moody song.

Suguru strained over the heads of the crowd to try and spot Satoru’s snowy locks, knowing you would be right next to him. His eyes locked on his best friends head, but he was not expecting the scene playing out before him. His fist clenched and unclenched a few times before he let out a slow, angry exhale.

“Suguru, he is pretty drunk and probably high. I don’t think he means to seriously try and get with—”

Nanami cut himself off as he saw Satoru dip you low, his face inching closer and closer to your neck. You giggled and tugged his hair closer, urging him on. Satoru licked his lips before pressing a chaste kiss on your neck, slowly sucking, and grazing the thin skin with his fang implants before gently biting.

“Thanks, Nanami. I’ll see you around.” Suguru quickly pushed himself off the bar stool and made his way towards his best friend and you, seething.

Nanami tried to grab for Suguru’s arm to try and talk him down, but instead yanked his poorly knotted bracelet off and held it gingerly in his hands, giving a tired sigh as he realized the color Suguru picked.

“What’s wrong?” the woman next to Nanami asked as she pushed his glass of whiskey closer to him.

“Miscommunication between lovers.” Nanami replied curtly as he set the blue bracelet on the counter. Satoru was going to get an earful once Suguru was done with him.

Suguru finally pushed his way through the crowd of bodies to where you and Satoru were swaying to the music in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped around his neck and Satoru’s hands too close to your ass. Satoru noticed Suguru before you did and before he could deescalate and explain, Suguru was yanking your arm and pulling you to his side.

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem?” you demanded, thinking it was a random woman who separated you and Satoru. It wouldn’t be the first-time a past lover has interrupted you and Satoru’s dancing.

“We will talk later.” Suguru glared at you before casting his gaze to Satoru. “You, on the other hand, what the fuck is your problem?”

“Suguru, we were just dancing!” Satoru laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. “Like we’ve done a million other times! Relax, dude!”

“Is kissing and biting her neck part of dancing?” Suguru demanded as he pointed to the fresh faint red mark on your neck. You immediately went to cover the mark with your hand, but the damage was already done.

“I was just showing her the new fang implants I got for the party, see?” Satoru grinned and pointed to his fangs. “Listen, I might have gotten carried away but it’s a party! Plus, we’ve shared girls in the past before so I thought—”

“You thought that you could just seduce the woman I’ve been fawning over for the past year and asking you for advice?” Suguru spat, his fingers digging further into your flesh.

“Suguru, listen, I’m sorry—”

“Shut up, y/n.” Suguru pulled you closer to him, his grip on your side bordering on painful now as his nails marked half moon shapes into your skin. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” you demanded.

“Somewhere to talk since there is clearly something I missed about us.” Suguru held up your wrist, your black bracelet dangling like a noose in front of you.

“I—”

“Back room, now.” Suguru began storming towards the private rooms in the back of the event room, you struggling with your heels to keep up without tripping.

“Suguru, let’s talk this out!” Satoru called out but Suguru ignored him.

You tried pleading with Suguru the entire way towards the private rooms, telling him that you didn’t think of Satoru that way, that you knew he was Suguru’s best friend, that you would never come between the two of them or do anything to manipulate his feelings. Suguru did not respond, only gripped your hand harder, practically throwing you through the entry of the private room before slamming the door closed and locking it.

Your heart was racing; the only time you saw Suguru this mad was when his goddaughters Nanako and Mimiko crashed his Aston Martin DBS into a parking divider on their way home from prom. He wasn’t mad about the car, but mad that they were so irresponsible and tried to drive while drunk.

“Suguru—”

“Did you want to rile me up like this?” Suguru interrupted, pushing you onto the velvet couch.

“No! We were just having fun dancing and got a little carried away, you know how Satoru can be!” you replied, tears brimming your eyes. “Please, I would never do anything—”

Suguru interrupted you by grabbing your wrist and pointing to the black bracelet delicately wrapped around your wrist. “And what about this?”

Before you could defend yourself, because technically you two weren’t together, but you weren’t single, Suguru pressed the flat of your palm to his clothed crotch, and you immediately blushed at how hard he was underneath.

“We aren’t together…technically…” you mumbled as he slowly dragged your hand up and down his erect cock.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t forgive what you did with Satoru.” Suguru said coolly as he pulled your hand away and interlaced his fingers with yours. His other hand cupped your chin and tilted your head up. “So, what are you going to do to get my forgiveness?”

You sucked in a breath as he yanked you to your feet, his face a couple inches away from yours. You blinked away tears, not knowing if you should be slightly terrified or turned on at the sudden possessiveness Suguru had over you. Suguru’s finger gingerly ran over your bottom lip before moving up and wiping a tear away.

“Anything you want.” You finally breathed; pupils blown out at the sudden lust that took over your body.

“So, if I asked you to go suck Satoru off in front of me, you’d do it?” Suguru asked, his expression flat and borderline unamused.

“What?! No!” you cried, squeezing his hand. “I…I only want you.”

Suguru pushed you back on the couch and moved his hand down to slowly unzip his pants, sliding them carefully down to his ankles and springing his cock free of his underwear. Your mouth watered as he slowly pumped his cock in his fist, not breaking his gaze from yours. You unconsciously licked your lips, not wanting to wait anymore.

“Prove your devotion to me, y/n.” Suguru stated as he propped one leg up on the couch to get his cock level with your mouth. “I want you to worship my cock.”

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After Hours - Chapter 3

Ethereal - Chapter 3 - Also available on AO3

You quickly rush home and get yourself ready for round two with Suguru.

Rating: M

Contains: Phone sex, video sex, dirty talk, pillow humping.

You made it home and told Suguru to call you in about thirty minutes, much to his annoyance. He wanted you, badly and immediately. He couldn’t fathom how it could take you thirty minutes to undress, but he didn’t want to push his luck and irritate you to the point of being ignored for the rest of the night.

You used this time to quickly shower, scrubbing your skin roughly with a sugar exfoliant that smelled like jasmine. You smiled to yourself as you remembered this was a gift from Suguru, after he teased you about your rough hands and skin. It was one of the first gifts he got you, and while you were new to his shenanigans, you graciously accepted the gift after noticing how wonderful it smelled. After your shower, you rubbed your body down in a luxurious oil, glancing in the mirror and humming in approval at how your curves glistened in the soft light. You then finished your skincare routine, taking an extra step to apply a facial oil to complete the glowing goddess look.

Now was the fun part: outfit selection. You unfortunately only had a few lingerie options to choose from, opting to wear them during Halloween or for Gojo’s weird, themed parties that Suguru dragged you along to. You chose one that Suguru had picked out for you for said weird party, trying to act nonchalant about it when he saw you in the revealing lacey piece later that night. After a few drinks, Gojo had gossiped with you about how Suguru would not stop checking you out and talking about you, and how he was rejecting other people at the party who wanted to dance with him. Back then, you ignored Gojo’s antics, knowing that he loved to cause trouble for the sake of his own entertainment, but now you know that what he said was true.

When you first started working with Suguru, you noticed he was always texting people, always on dating apps, sending flirty texts, or asking you for advice on how to respond to a particularly needy or clingy hookup. After a few months of getting to know each other outside of work, you noticed the dating apps no longer on his phone, and he would rarely be on his phone while you styled his hair, choosing instead to talk to you about anything and everything. You caught yourself smiling even more now, realizing that Suguru has shown his interest for so long and it took you equally as long to realize his more-than-friends feelings for you.

After applying a liberal amount of hair oil and brushing you tresses until they shone under your soft pink bedroom lighting, you were ready for part two with Suguru. You learned from a previous job that Suguru loved soft, glowy things, especially skin and hair. His own skincare routine was focused heavily on hydration and glow, which proved to be working as his skin always looked ethereal. You rigged your phone to a tripod and set it at the foot of your bed, carefully balanced on a stack of old textbooks from your beauty school days. After lighting your favorite candle and dimming the lights just a little bit more, you were ready for showtime.

Grabbing a pillow and plopping it under you as you laid down on your bed, facing the camera, you clicked on Suguru’s contact and started a video call. You were not expecting him to answer so quickly, partially out of breath.

“Are you okay?” you laughed as he pushed his soaked hair out of his face.

“You’re early. I was hoping to finish my shower before you called.” Suguru grinned as he ran a towel through his hair.

You tilted your head to the side and gave him a soft smile, appreciating how effortlessly beautiful he looked right out the shower. You’d have to reprimand him for roughly towel drying his hair later, though. You two made small talk as he finished applying his skincare, neither of you wanting to initiate the real reason for this call just yet.

“You look different.” Suguru mused as he plopped himself on his bed, plush pillows forming around his damp, dark hair.

“Mm, I used that facial oil you recommended.” You ran your finger down your cheek towards your chest, relishing the soft touch and just barely exposing your lace covered breasts.

Suguru audibly hissed when he realized what outfit you were wearing. He honestly thought you would be in your pajamas, which consisted of an oversized tee shirt and shorts, which honestly would have turned him on as well. But this, he thought to himself, this was intentional. You slowly sat up on your bed, exposing your delicately clad body to Suguru. Your hands slowly dragged down to your thighs, parting your knees slightly so that Suguru got a glimpse of your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groaned when you dragged your middle finger across your clothed slit.

You unbuttoned the snaps just under your crotch and exposed yourself, separating your folds and continuing to rub between them, the slick shimmering in the low, pink lighting. Suguru inhaled sharply as he began to rub the tip of his cock, smearing the bead of precum to lubricate himself. He was so desperate for you, focusing on the you on screen and imagining you next to him, slowly pumping his cock and massaging the slit on the tip to ease more precum out.

Your other hand snaked up to your chest, slowly pinching your nipple until it pebbled through the lace, the sensation so delectable you audibly moaned. Your nipples had always been a bit more sensitive, which is why you avoided lace bras for the regular day to day. You pulled your finger out of your slick folds and rubbed it over your other nipple before groping it roughly. You peeked at the camera and noticed a bright red flush over Suguru’s cheeks.

“Don’t stop.” He demanded as he showed you his thick, hard cock being fisted.

“Oh, you don’t get to make the rules this time.” You sneered as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. “I get to tell you what to do.”

Suguru raised an eyebrow. Cute, he thought to himself as he stopped thrusting into his fist. She thinks she can manage taking the lead. Suguru didn’t consider himself a dominant when it came to sex, but he did like to take the lead as that was the easiest way to get what he wanted. However, he was curious what you had in mind, so he begrudgingly agreed to listen to your demands.

“Go on, princess. Your wish is my command.” He sighed as you shot him a cheeky grin.

“Hands behind your head.” You demanded as you scooted closer to the phone. “And don’t try to trick me. I can see everything. You stop listening, you don’t get to cum, and you don’t get to see me cum either.”

Suguru’s dick twitched in response to your assertiveness; this was a side of you he rarely saw. Well, he literally never saw you like this until a couple of hours ago, but personality wise you were very much a go with the flow kind of person. Suguru put his arms behind his head, making sure to flex his biceps in the process. He knew you loved it since you licked your lips before continuing.

“You’re going to watch me cum, and you cannot touch yourself unless I tell you to.” You stated as you adjusted the pillow between your thighs. “No cheating, I’ll have my eyes on you the entire time.”

Suguru’s cock twitched again as another bead of precum slowly started to form, his eyes locked on you as you began to grind your cunt on your pillow. He chewed his lower lip, watching as you gripped your thigh with one hand and pulled the straps of your top with the other, exposing your breast. In one swift motion, you popped two fingers into your mouth and began loudly sucking on them, a soft moan escaping every few seconds.

“Not fair.” Suguru hissed as your hooded eyes made contact with his.

You popped your fingers out of your mouth and began rubbing your hardened nipple between them, a louder moan escaping from your puffy lips. Suguru clenched his fists behind his head, regretting his agreement with you about not touching himself unless you said so. His cock was throbbing, almost painfully so, begging for any sort of stimulation.

“You okay, baby?” you whispered seductively as you languidly ground your hips on the pillow.

“Just appreciating how beautiful you look when you touch yourself.” Suguru replied through gritted teeth.

“So sweet,” you cooed as you gripped the pillow harder and sped up your thrusts. “You wanna watch me cum as I fuck myself on this pillow?”

Suguru’s hand twitched involuntarily as you pleasured yourself on your pillow. Your thighs clenched harder around it, your hips rolling at such a sexy pace he wished he was that pillow. He wanted to feel your tight cunt on his cock, grinding against the tip of his dick at it grazed your clit. He wanted to be the one to make you cum, not some stupid fucking pillow.

“Answer me.” You demanded.

“Yes.” He breathed sharply.

“Good, then here is part of your reward.” You turned around so that your ass was facing the camera and you continued to hump the pillow, making sure that your ass was bouncing like it would be if you were riding Suguru’s cock. “For some reason, it feels better like this. I trust that you won’t touch yourself while I’m not looking, right?”

“You have my word.” Suguru replied as he watched you bounce your ass in a trance.

Your ass and thighs were one of his favorite things about you, and you purposely put something on your body tonight to make them look extra luscious and plump. He chewed on his lower lip, watching you pleasure yourself, arching your back, throwing your hair back and looking back at him with heavy lust set in your eyes.

“M’close, baby.” You moaned as you ground harder into the pillow. “Can you help me?”

“What do you want, princess?” Suguru quickly replied.

“Talk dirty to me, please.” You glanced behind you, hair slowly cascading down your shoulders.

Suguru could have cum then and there just by the look in your eyes; it was pure lust that you were shooting directly to him. The things he wanted to do to you in that moment were too embarrassing for him to admit then, so he would save it for when you two were finally in person.

“Can I touch myself too?” Suguru asked, trying hard to mask the desperation in his voice.

“Not yet.” You replied coolly. “Soon, baby. I promise.”

Suguru threw his head back and bit his lower lip hard, wanting to just say fuck it and touch himself anyways and try his hardest to hide the fact, but he continued to play along with your stupid little game.

“C’mon then, keep going.” Suguru demanded in a low voice, dripping with arousal. “Let me see you fuck that pillow until you’re shaking.”

You continued your languid thrusts, opting for long, hard drags against your clit as that gave you the deepest form of stimulation. Your breathing became ragged, cheeks flushed red as Suguru continued his encouragement.

“Fuck, you look so sexy in that outfit. Did you purposely wear that for me? Yeah? Do you like dressing like a little slut for me? Showing off your perfect tits and ass just for me, making me feel so special.” Suguru’s hand twitched as you moaned loudly, your thrusting becoming sloppier. “Baby, you can do better than that. I saw you cum earlier, playing with your pretty pussy. What, did you already have enough? Fuck yourself harder, put a finger in that tight pussy of yours.”

You inhaled sharply as you brought your hand down between your folds, inserting a finger as you continued to seek more friction on your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” you moaned loudly as you inserted another finger, massaging the spongy part of your insides.

You looked behind you at the camera, noticing Suguru still had his hands behind his head, but his eyes were feral, like a predator watching its prey. He wanted you, badly, and you knew he would make you regret this in person, but fuck you loved watching him suffer, unable to touch himself.

“I’m close, Sugu.” You breathed as you turned yourself around, throwing the pillow aside.

“Keep going then, let me see you coat your fingers in your cream.” Suguru groaned when you spread your folds apart, showing him the glistening slick dripping down to your cheeks.

“Touch yourself,” you finally caved in. “I want to see you, see your cock.”

Suguru quickly adjusted himself and squeezed the tip of his head, hissing lowly at the sudden stimulation. He knew he was close too, watching you bring yourself to the brink of climax. Suguru slowly began fisting his cock, making sure you saw just how hard he was, the vein on the side protruding more so than normal.

“See how hard you make me?” Suguru pointed the camera closer to his cock as it twitched, glistening in the light because of his precum. “I would kill to have you bouncing that tight little cunt on my cock.”

You moaned as you began fingering yourself faster, your lips slightly parted as you envisioned Suguru slamming you face down on the hotel bed, arching your ass up as high as you could and plowing into you until you were a mewling mess.

“Faster,” you demanded as he began to slow his ministrations. “We are going to cum together.”

Suguru chuckled in response, choosing not to tell you that he was waiting for you to cum anyways. He was embarrassingly close, but you didn’t have to know that.

“Yeah? You imagining my thick cock ravaging your hole?” Suguru gloated as you threw your head back and moaned loudly, your finger circling your clit faster. “You want me to fill you up so badly, and yet here you are acting like you can be in charge. You’re going to regret making me wait; I’m going to fuck you so hard the next time I see you, you wont be able to walk straight for a week.”

You chewed your lower lip as your walls fluttered around your fingers, the all too familiar coil in your lower abdomen tightening, getting dangerously close to snapping. You wanted Suguru to fuck you senseless, but you had to settle for this in the meantime.

“Promise?” you whispered breathlessly.

“Promise what?” Suguru slowed his pumping, choosing instead to massage his balls.

“Promise me that you’ll fuck my pretty little pussy so hard I wont be able to walk straight for a week?” you licked your finger slowly before returning back to your aching hole, doing this only to get Suguru riled up.

“It’s a promise.” Suguru groaned as he began thrusting into his fist harder, chasing his release as your moans became louder and less spaced apart.

“Sugu, I-I’m going to cum.” You whimpered as your leg began to shake from the overstimulation on your clit. “Please, please, please, cum with me.”

“Fuck,” Suguru hissed as his balls contracted. “Fuck, baby, I’m cumming. Let me see you cum on those fingers.”

“Suguru!” you wailed as you creamed all over your fingers, hands shaking as you slowly came down from your high.

Suguru squeezed the tip of his head as cum coated his lower abdomen in thick ropes. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you bring your fingers up to the camera with a grin. His cock twitched, already eager for more.

“Look,” you whispered as you spread your fingers apart, the slick still connected like a web between. “Just like you asked.”

Before he could reply, you popped your fingers into your mouth and hummed in approval at the taste of your own arousal. Suguru jaw slacked before he threw his head back and covered his eyes with his arm, turning a deeper shade of red than before. You cackled loudly as you got up to wash your hands and change into your actual pajamas, knowing that turned Suguru on again. Suguru took this moment to catch his breath and save this moment to memory for later use. This session was fun, but he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t get to fuck you senseless soon.

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After Hours - Chapter 2

Occupied - 03/30/2022 - also available on AO3

Unable to look at your phone during the seminar, Suguru desperately tries to get your attention. He has a small problem, and needs your immediate help to fix it.

Rating: M

Contains: phone sex, video sex, public sex, sexting.

You awoke the next morning to a few texts from Suguru, giving you a play by play of his arrival to the airport, what snacks he bought, and that he was boarding and had to turn his phone off. There was another notification on Instagram, which was a selfie he messaged you. He was sitting in front of his floor length mirror, in just his boxers, his thigh muscles flexed purposely to get your attention. His hair was draped beautifully around his shoulders and pectorals, his sleepy eyes and soft smile indicative that he just woke up. Cute, you thought to yourself as you snapped a selfie back. Your satin sleeping top was unbuttoned dangerously low, cleavage peeking through and your hair spread out in a halo across your pillow. It dawned on you that you were the first thing on his mind when he woke up, a cheesy smile plastered on your face.

Eventually you dragged yourself out of bed, forcing yourself to commit to your skincare routine and get ready for the long day ahead of you. The seminar was eight hours, but that was not including the brunch portion and cocktail hour after the event. You applied your makeup in a simple style, not wanting to worry about having to touch it up throughout the day. You thought about styling your hair as well, but decided against it, choosing to wear it natural and loose. After slipping on a simple black pencil skirt and button up blouse, you decided on a pair of simple heels to complete the look. After ordering your taxi, you grabbed your purse and phone and headed towards your apartment lobby to wait.

You arrived at the venue of the seminar without a hitch, and no update from Suguru. You mingled with colleagues and took some fun selfies together before finding your assigned seat. Thankfully, you were seated with your former teacher, who was ecstatic to catch up with you and get all the juicy details about working for Geto Suguru. You peered behind your shoulder and noticed your former classmate who had asked you out was sitting behind you, an annoyed look on his face. You quickly turned around, feeling your heartbeat quicken. Other than that, the seminar started and you focused on the product details, knowing Suguru would want the full details and would pester you with a million questions before deciding to purchase it.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you quickly pulled it out, seeing a text from Akari that was asking you about product combinations to combat humidity. You forgot that the photoshoot was going for a tropical, lush greenery vibe, which meant there was a bunch of humidifiers and steam being funneled into the small room. You quickly texted her back some product recommendations and tips to keep Suguru’s hair in pristine condition. Akari was quick to send you an emoji filled thank you in response. Before you could open Suguru’s text, your teacher cleared her throat softly and nudged you, hinting to put your phone away. You could not help but smile that even after years of being out of school, she still felt the need to act like it was her classroom. Suguru would just have to be a good, patient boy and wait.

You were two drinks in at the post-seminar cocktail hour, reminiscing and giggling with your former classmates and teacher. You told them about the awkward interaction you had with your former classmate, who would not stop asking you out on dates or out for coffee.

“Do you think he is interested or does he want to try and take you away from Suguru?” your classmate Kai asked. “He does work for Olaplex and I’m sure he would love to have you on his team.”

“That could be the case, but even before he was partnered with Olaplex, he was pursuing me.” You replied back, finishing your drink with a loud gulp. “Either way, you would think he got the hint.”

“You know how men are, they cant take no for an answer.” Your teacher responded, shooting you a sympathetic look. “I’m sure you have to deal with that at work.”

“Hmm, yes but with Suguru it’s different.” You sighed and realized you forgot to text him back. It had been a little over ten hours.

You pulled your phone out and noticed a few texts from him, one of which had a photo attachment. Kai and your teacher teased you about having a crush on Suguru, which you tuned out once you opened the photo. You knew you were blushing, so you excused yourself to the restroom so you could internally scream in private.

You practically sprinted to the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to steady your breathing. Suguru sent you a few text messages to get your attention, but he also sent a very lewd photo as a final resort. He was still at the studio, but more than likely in his private room taking a break.

His hair looked luscious, almost unreal in the soft yellow lighting. The waves Akari styled on him looked flawless and natural, the shine reflecting the light perfectly. But aside from that, Suguru was topless, glistening with artificial sweat and more than likely a body highlighter to really accentuate his chiseled chest and arms. He was flexing, on purpose, his pectorals looking bigger than normal as he sat once again on the floor in front of a mirror. One leg was tucked under him, the other bent as he leaned his elbow on it and cradled his head on his palm, an overconfident smirk plastered on his face. He covered his lower half with a small towel, but you noticed his bulge peeking through the towel, more than likely on purpose.

Just now getting a break. It is so hot in the studio!! I think the thermostat said 32C and the humidity was at 89%. Akari did an excellent job with the hair though, thanks to you, babe. You would love all the plants they have on set; it really sets the vibe for the shoot perfectly. Please text me back :< this is my last resort!

You wanted to laugh, truly you did, but your heart was racing at the photo he sent you. How were you supposed to respond to that? Before you could even begin to draft a reply, your phone began vibrating, Suguru’s caller ID popping up.

“Shit, shit, shit…” you mumbled to yourself as you shakily slid the arrow to accept the call.

“Hello~” Suguru sang out in a cheery voice.

“H-hi.” You choked out finally, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“You kept me waiting, I was getting nervous.” Suguru sighed, and you knew he was pouting.

“Sorry, my teacher scolded me for having my phone out.” You replied, leaning against the bathroom counter. “You, uh, you look really good.”

“Oh, so you did get my photo.” Suguru hummed and you heard something shuffle.

Your phone vibrated and you saw a notification that Suguru wanted to switch to a video call. You quickly accepted, not even thinking of what could happen. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and it took every fiber of your being to not lick your lips when Suguru’s video finally connected. He was still in his private room, still naked, still flexing his stupid muscles to get your attention.

“Wow, you look stunning. Who are you trying to impress?” Suguru hummed in approval.

“Why did you video call me, Suguru?” you replied back, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“I have a small problem.” Suguru began, a look of concern on his face. “Well, I guess it’s actually a pretty big problem.”

Panic began to set in. Your mind raced as to what could have gone wrong on the set. Suguru’s hair looked fine, but maybe he was able to fix it slightly on his break? Maybe Akari couldn’t keep the hair smooth when he was actually on set, so he needed to take a break to fix it? Or maybe—

You finally focused back on your phone, and your jaw almost dropped. Suguru had his camera pointed down, his fully hardened cock in his hand as he slowly fisted it up and down.

“That picture you sent me this morning was not fair, especially since you didn’t reply all day.” Suguru began as he pointed the camera back to his face. “Can you help me out? I do not want to go back on set with a huge boner and scare everyone.”

“Suguru!” you hissed, covering your eyes in embarrassment. “I’m-I’m at work! I’m in public! What do you expect me to do?”

“You’re in the bathroom, right? The doors locked. Just pull your skirt up and let me see you play with your pretty pussy.” Suguru grinned as you looked at him with frantic eyes.

“What if someone hears me?” you hiss, but your walls clenched in excitement, already feeling the wetness form between your thighs.

“That just makes it all the better.” Suguru stated with a wink. “Well? It’s only fair since you left me high and dry this morning.”

You bit your lower lip, seriously contemplating his request. This was the first time you had seen Suguru’s cock, and you were sure that he did not want it to be like this, but he was desperate for you, any form of sexual moment with you, even if he had to settle for phone sex. Suguru noticed your hesitation and pointed his phone back down to his cock, the tip of it leaking with precum. He used his index finger to smear it around before slowly fisting it again, a subtle moan escaping from his lips. Your heart skipped a beat hearing him moan from pleasuring himself, and you came to a decision.

“Fine.” You hissed and began to look around to configure a setup.

“Atta girl.” Suguru replied with a breathy moan. “It shouldn’t take me too long. I’ve been thinking of you all day.”

You quickly propped your phone up as best as you could and hiked your skirt up, exposing your underwear and damp spot from your arousal. You bit your lower lip, unsure of what to do next, the anxiety and excitement of it all finally settling over your body.

“You’re not going to give me a show at least?” Suguru joked as he squeezed his cock harder.

“Don’t be greedy.” You retorted as you grabbed your phone and sat on the small bench next to the sink.

“Not greedy, just eager.” Suguru whispered seductively as you pulled your panties to the side, getting an up-close shot of your pussy.

You swore you heard him moan at the sight alone, but the way you were holding your phone made it a bit difficult to fully hear him, and you didn’t want to risk raising the volume in case someone was waiting outside the restroom. You licked your index finger and slowly dragged it up and down your slit, coating your finger in your arousal.

“Oh, fuck baby,” Suguru moaned and you peeked down at the camera and noticed him bucking into his fist. “God damn, you barely started and I’m already riled up.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you began to slide your fingers up and down at a quicker pace, grazing over your clit and stifling back a moan. You spread your lips apart with your index and ring finger, using your middle finger to slowly tease your hole. You heard Suguru grunt at the new view, a string of profanities leaving his lips as his fist moved faster.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, his voice dropping an octave. “Fuck, I wish I was there to taste you, to fill you up, to make you squirm. I don’t give a fuck, hah, if anyone heard you.”

“Fuck, Suguru,” you panted, focusing on your clit now.

The way he was talking to you went straight to your pussy, your walls clenching around nothing. Suguru continued to sing you praises, instructing you to insert your finger, two fingers, three fingers, to go faster, to go slower, to match his pace. Your breath hitched in your throat, desperately trying to stifle back a moan.

“I’m close, baby.” Suguru panted as he set his phone down and began using his other hand to fondle his balls. “Fuck, I’m so close, I want to cum. Can you make me cum, baby? Please? Can we cum together?”

You softly moaned in response, inserting two fingers into your aching hole and began rubbing your clit in fast circles. You pumped your fingers in tandem with Suguru fisting his cock, your soft pants becoming louder as you slowly reached your climax.

“I-I think I’m going to cum.” You whispered, biting your lower lip to hold back another moan.

“Cum for me baby, please, I want to see you cream all over your fingers.” Suguru panted as he began using both fists to pump his cock. “Pretend it’s my cock fucking your pretty pussy right now. Cum on my cock, baby.”

You threw your head back and whimpered, biting on your lower lip hard, trying to reach your climax but not scream out in pleasure at the same time. You heard Suguru moan loudly, his hair partially matted to his forehead. The intensity of his gaze almost made you cum immediately, if it wasn’t for the loud knock on the restroom door.

“Hello? Is anyone in there?” a voice called from the other side.

“Fuck!” you hissed as you removed your fingers from your pussy. “Suguru, I have to go—”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Suguru demanded as he squeezed the tip of his head. “You’re going to fucking cum before you leave this restroom.”

“Suguru, there is someone outside—”

“Finger your fucking pussy, now. Or you’ll regret it later.” Suguru replied instantly, a carnal desire deep set in his eyes.

“Occupied!” you cried out, half out of embarrassment and half out of pleasure of Suguru’s forceful words.

You quickly inserted your fingers back in your soaked hole, pumping them out at such a fast pace you were sure your fingers would be sore later. You circled your clit frantically, leg shaking and chest heaving up and down as you reached the peak of your climax.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” you half cried out as you creamed all over your fingers. “Oh fuck, Suguru I’m cumming all over your cock.”

“That’s it baby, fuck, you look so fucking beautiful.” Suguru moaned and you forced your eyes open to see him painting his lower stomach with his seed.

You tried to steady your erratic breathing, slowly rubbing your clit as you rode out the last of your high, feeling the slick drip down to your thigh. You picked up your phone with your other hand and gave a weak smile to Suguru, hoping it was enough for him.

“You were pretty loud.” Suguru laughed as he pushed the hair out of his face. “You sure you didn’t want anyone to hear you?”

“I was not!” you hissed as you turned the sink on and washed your hands.

“Oh fuck, Suguru, I’m cumming all over your cock~” Suguru mimicked in a breathy moan, being sure to overexaggerate his imitation of you.

“Fuck off, asshole.” You grumbled as you dried your hands.

“Maybe later tonight, I’m pretty spent right now.” Suguru shot you a wink before wiping himself off. “I will call you later tonight. Make sure you are home by then because I want to hear you scream for round two.”

Before you could shoot back a response, Suguru hung up the video call. You adjusted your skirt and top, making sure to fix your hair and clean up your smudged mascara before unlocking the door and stepping out of the restroom. Unfortunately for you, the person who knocked on the door was still waiting outside, and to make matters worse, it was the guy who kept asking you out, leaning against the wall, an intense blush spread across his face and neck.

“Um, are you okay—”

“Good night!” you exclaimed as you sprinted towards the lobby, quickly pulling up your phone to order a taxi.

You could not believe what you had just done. Not only did you just masturbate in a public restroom, you did so on video, with your boss and you liked it. You knew things with Suguru were moving fast, but you did not think it would be this fast, and this intense. And yet, you did not feel like this was a problem. If anything, it made you think about what to wear for the next round, and if you should show Suguru your favorite vibrator, and if you should purposely drag out the session to get him back for embarrassing you. Whatever comes next, you made the decision that Suguru would be teased to his absolute limit before you let him cum to the thought or image of you.

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After Hours - Geto Suguru x Reader (COMPLETED)

Contains: boss/employee relationship, unprotected sex, phone sex, hair play, hair pulling, AFAB reader insert.

You work as Geto Suguru's personal hair stylist and get to travel the world with him to various photoshoots and events. After visiting your studio after hours, demanding a special deep conditioning treatment, you quickly learn that Suguru sees you more than just his personal hair stylist.

⋆ Chapter 1 - 03/28/2022

⋆ Chapter 2 - 03/30/2022

⋆ Chapter 3 - 04/04/2022

⋆ Chapter 4 - 08/10/2022

⋆ Chapter 5 - 09/02/2022

☆ Also available on AO3 ☆

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After Hours - Chapter 1

Washing Station - 03/28/2022 - also available on A03

Being one of Geto Suguru’s personal hairstylists had its perks and downfalls. He gave you all the industry connections you could ever dream of, he helped you secure your own studio to take other clients during the little down time he had, and you got to travel all across the world with his team. The downfalls? Long, exhausting hours, high maintenance tendencies and his pickiness when it came to haircare products. At first it offended you that he didn’t trust your recommendations, but after learning the damage his hair went through with previous stylists, you understood. Suguru’s hair is his entire identity, whether he wants it to be or not, so it has to stay in pristine condition.

You decided to skip out on his photoshoot in London to attend a seminar on a new hair repair system that Suguru had shown interest in and he was the one that bought the ticket for you, which you had to remind him about the night before his flight.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Suguru questioned in a playful tone. “You’ve always loved London.” “You’re the one who bought me the ticket, Suguru.” You sighed as you closed your laptop shut. “You’re the one who wanted me to further develop my skills.”

Suguru let out a soft chuckle and reassured you that it was fine, and he was just giving you a hard time. The two of you chatted for a bit about his photoshoot, and if he trusted your assistant enough to complete the look. Suguru believed in your assistant, as the two of you attended cosmetology school together and always ran into each other at seminars and beauty events. You knew Akari could get the job done, but Suguru always preferred your hands in his hair, always humming in content and showering you with praises at your gentle yet intricate touch.

“It’s late, I should go to bed, and you should too.” You stated while stifling a yawn. “Good night, sweet dreams and don’t let anyone recruit you tomorrow.” Suguru replied before you gave an annoyed sigh and hung up the phone.

That was Suguru’s biggest fear: losing his best stylist. Akari believed that is why he showered you with so many gifts, favors, and tickets to seminars, to buy your loyalty, which you agreed with at first. However, Suguru has been acting different as of lately. He has been calling you almost every night, to talk about everything and nothing. He asks about your plans on your days off, especially during long periods of time between shoots, and tries to wiggle himself in your plans any chance he could.

He would show up to your studio with fresh flowers, saying that a studio with such beautiful windows and natural lighting should be filled with plants. If you had a male client, he would stick around and pretend to be busy responding to emails on your work computer, claiming that he forgot his at home. After the male client left, he would grumble that he was flirting with you. You didn’t think anything of it at first, thinking you two were just comfortable together, until what happened last week.

Suguru showed up to your studio, an armful of new products in his arms, demanding that you wash his hair.

“C’mon, it’s been so long since you gave me the full treatment.” Suguru whined, pushing the products towards you. “These aren’t for sale yet, c’mon don’t you want to try them?” “Fine, get in the chair.” You finally caved in, putting the products on your work station.

You started by taking his hair out of the signature bun he wore on his days off, raking your fingers through his inky strands gently before grabbing you brush. You slowly brushed his hair in sections, the way he preferred as it was the most relaxing. Suguru let out a small hum as you began to massage his scalp.

“Are you using the scalp scrubber I bought you?” you asked as Suguru leaned his head back to stare at you. “Yeah; I’m surprised it’s helping with my hair growth.” Suguru replied with a smile. “Although, you fingers definitely feel better.” “Too bad my nails can cause microtears on your scalp, which is not good for—” “Yes, yes, I know. Can you just indulge me this once?” Suguru grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it. “Pretty please?”

You pulled you hand back slowly, cheeks flushing a bit at the sudden show of affection. Suguru was flirty, but never to this extent. You led him to the shampoo station and instructed him to lay back. The water slowly streamed out, waiting for the temperature to be just right before wetting Suguru’s hair.

“So, who was that guy you saw yesterday?” Suguru asked as you began to work the shampoo onto his scalp. “Oh, um, someone from cosmetology school. He helped me during the barber section because I just could not get men’s cuts down for some reason.” You began raking your nails gently up and down on Suguru’s scalp. “Is that why he brought you a gift?” Suguru looked up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. “Well…” you began before turning the water back on and rinsing the shampoo out of his hair slowly. “He might have asked me out.” “Oh?” Suguru’s eyebrows furrowed together. “And your response?”

You worked the conditioning treatment into Suguru’s hair before reaching for a clip to keep his hair in place while the treatment soaked. You bit your lower lip and glanced at Suguru’s face, noticing his slightly annoyed expression. Even in the hair washing station, he still looked incredibly handsome.

“I told him no, like all the other times.” You replied as you finished twisting Suguru’s hair and clipping it into place. Suguru grabbed your hand before you could walk away, yanking you towards him. You grabbed his thigh to steady yourself from falling, glancing up at him in annoyance. “Good, because I don’t know what I would do if another man got your attention.” Suguru’s hand gingerly found purchase on your waist as your eyes widened in confusion. “Suguru, if this is another joke of yours…” you began, avoiding eye contact as best as you could.

Suguru sat up in the chair, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to look deep into his eyes. A playful grin was spread across his face, leaving you questioning his intentions even more.

“I’m not joking, just sick of waiting for you to get the hint.” Suguru replied as he pulled you closer to him.

The blush across your face intensified as he guided you to straddle his lap. You placed your hands gingerly on his chest, feeling the defined muscles under his shirt. You finally mustered the courage to glance up at him, noticing a slight tint of red spread across his own cheeks.

“So?” he asked as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. “So, what?” you replied, adjusting yourself on his lap. “Well, I don’t want to assume that you like me too just because you’re grinding on my lap.” Suguru laughed as he drummed his fingers on your waist. “I’m not—”

You began to argue back but Suguru roughly pushed your hips forward and then back, making you take notice of his growing bulge hidden in his pants. Your breath caught in your throat, eyes widened at the pool of wetness forming between your thighs. The sensation felt amazing and you thanked yourself for choosing to wear a skirt today. You slowly moved up and down his clothed length, glancing up for approval.

“Dirty girl,” Suguru whispered as he pulled you closer, his lips inches away from yours. “Do you do this with every client that gets a deep treatment?” “Shut up.” You retorted, grinding down harder and stifling a moan in the process. “What if I do? Whatcha gonna do about it?”

Before Suguru could respond, a sharp buzzer sound came from the front of your studio, followed by three quick knocks. You groaned in annoyance, knowing it was the product delivery that you forgot was scheduled for today. You tried to get up and get the door, but Suguru gripped your waist with more force. “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded. “You have work to finish.”

You realized you were in bed, not in your studio, having a heated makeout and dry hump session with Suguru as the deep conditioner soaked into his inky black tresses. Eventually the delivery driver dropped the packages off by the door with a final loud knock, but you and Suguru were too engrossed in each other to notice. Your fingers slipped under your panties as you reimagined that scenario over again, wishing the two of you were able to explore more of each other before Suguru received a phone call from his agent. He ended up having to leave with damp hair but promised the two of you would continue where you left off another time.

As you slowly pumped your fingers in and out of your aching pussy, you wished Suguru was there with you, in you, on top of you, making you pant and groan like you know he would. It was no secret that he knew his way around the body; he would tell you stories of past partners that would make your skin crawl at first, but now it made your toes curl in anticipation. The rest of the week, Suguru talked to you like nothing happened at your studio, but every now and then he would place his hand on the small of your back or give you a kiss on the cheek before he left for the day. Did he want to continue where you left off? He didn’t seem as eager as you were, but you’d be damned if you showed it. You eventually finished yourself off, a mediocre orgasm, but made a promise to yourself that your next one would be better because Suguru would be the one making you cum.

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