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[littlecrowx]

Confession | Kinktober

Priest Geto Suguru x AFAB Reader

Warnings: religion, sacrilege, fucking a priest, blow jobs, finger fucking, explicit language, squirting, pet names, mild gaslighting

A/N: Day three is here! This one may be offensive to anyone who is religious so please proceed with caution.

WORD COUNT: 3.6K

“Tell me, what have you come here for?” You squirmed a bit against the uncomfortable wooden chair. The box itself was pretty dim, only a small, uncovered lightbulb was illuminating the musty space. Through a mesh window on your left, the man spoke with a gentle tone. “I’ve come to confess my sins to you, father.” You couldn’t calm your racing heart, hands twisting tightly together as you mentally prepare yourself to receive his blessings. “Is that so? Please, my dear, tell me the things that haunt you.” Again, his tone was enough to make you shudder. Although it was gentle, it sparked something warm deep within your gut. 

“You see, father, I’ve been a terribly naughty girl.” You swallowed, eyes shutting slowly as you tried to focus on your own words. “Go on.” This time it was a little less gentle, a little more gruff. It made warmth flood your cheeks, your eyes blinking open in surprise. You knew what the priest looked like, having attended some of his masses before. You knew he was a devastatingly attractive man, one around your age, and one unfortunately sworn to celibacy. That, however, didn’t make you want him any less. “Father Suguru, I’ve done things I shouldn’t have… to myself.” You spoke in a low tone, listening to him hum softly before asking “Like what? What have you done to yourself?” he took the bait, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“I've touched myself, for my own pleasure.” You held your breath, vaguely certain that Father Suguru did too. After a moment of your confession hanging in the air, he spoke up. “Oh? How many times have you committed this sin?” his tone wasn’t as gentle now, rather it held a level of strain to it. You could hear him shifting in his seat on the other side of the small confessional wall. “Many times, father. I’ve lost count… which is why I’ve come to you. I want to be cleansed of my filthy acts, only your generous mercy can free my tainted soul.” You stroked his ego with each word, a devious grin plastering to your lips as you heard him clear his throat. 

“Sweet girl, by his grace I can cleanse you. But for it to truly work, I’m going to need you to be a little more specific. Tell me how you committed this act, recall one of the moments for me.” you could have choked on the little saliva that was in your mouth, heat pooling deep down as you recalled the last time you masturbated. “Oh well, last night I…” You stopped when you heard him inhale sharply, your teeth sinking into the side of your cheek before you asked “Father Suguru, are you alright?” You tried to sound innocent, praying your smirk wasn’t evident in your tone. “I-I’m alright, I was just taken by surprise. I didn’t think you’d be so bold as to touch yourself the night before coming to see me. But by all means…” his tone was mildly condescending “... go on.” 

Your thighs pressed together, alleviating the mild ache just a bit. You hadn’t even gotten into the details with him, yet you could feel your own arousal dampening your underwear. “Well, you see, I was laying in my bed all alone. I got bored, my mind wandered and I started to think about such sinful things, Father. They got the better of me and I found myself kicking off the sheets and using my hands to toy with my breasts.” You swallowed, one hand coming up to hold your breast as you spoke, as if needing a physical reminder for all the things you had done. “A-and that wasn’t enough. I felt so achy down there that I couldn’t help taking my panties off and spreading my legs…” You stopped again, letting it hang in the air as you tried to compose yourself. 

Beyond the confessional wall, Father Suguru was gritting his teeth, trying desperately to even his breathing as his cock started to strain against his pants. He wasn’t supposed to know who was sitting beside him, but your voice was recognizable. What a sinful girl you were, always attending his masses in such short sundresses. Your smile was addicting, just like the way your hips swayed as you walked up to him to chat after the mass was done. The thoughts you made him think, the things you made him feel… you must have been a temptation sent by the devil. But god dammit, it turns out he was a weak, weak man. He couldn’t resist the temptation of you for much longer he feared. Especially now. “And then what did you do?” he breathed out, quieter. 

“Father, is this really necessary?” you feigned innocence again, all the while you were slowly parting your legs. “Y-yes, go on. For your sins to be properly forgiven, you must tell me in detail.” You could hear his voice straining again, threatening to crack if you asked him something else. “Alright then…” you sighed, legs spreading enough for your hand to slip down and press on your aching cunt. You nearly whimpered, swallowing the noise by clearing your throat. “I used my hand to reach down there and play with myself.” You admitted with warm cheeks, the heat radiating from where your fingers were pressing was enough to make you squirm, the old wooden chair creaking as your hips  swivelled. Father Suguru was losing the battle, hand shakily holding his fully erect length and squeezing it roughly in hopes of helping the ache. 

“And?” he said again, as if working on autopilot. “I played with my pussy until I climaxed.” you stated boldly, using two fingers to press directly over your aching clit. You heard it loud and clear now, a deep rumbling groan from the priest beside you. “You know, such a sinful act needs more of a demonstration.” he spoke with a surprisingly level tone, letting go of his aching bulge to stand. You, on the other hand, had frozen in your seat. “A-a demonstration? Father Suguru, I just bore my soul to you by explaining verbally.” But you heard him click his tongue, “Nonsense girl, you’ve yet to bare your soul to me in any capacity.” You pushed your dress down, hand resting on your lap instead of your cunt as you straightened, Through the mesh window, you could see he was standing. “An intervention for a tainted soul like yours needs to happen face to face.” 

You couldn’t help but gasp, watching through the window as he pushed the door to the confessional open and stepped out. A moment later you were standing, shamelessly pushing the door open to stand in front of the clearly worked up priest. “Father Suguru…” you started innocently yet again, as if you weren’t the direct cause of his raging erection. His jaw was clenched tight, his hair out of its uniform bun and instead styled in a half up half down look. It only made you want him more, especially with the way his tanned cheeks were flushed red. His pupils were swallowing the pretty brown of his eyes, his fingers were tugging at the tight collar of his black clergy top. Your eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his pants before trailing back up. 

“You need to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.” You blinked, eyes roaming the empty pews of the cathedral’s main room. His voice was echoing, sending a shiver down your spine as stain glass windows looked back at you. “Father Suguru I…” you swallowed, truly not anticipating the priest to go as far as he was. You hadn’t gotten this far in your daydreams, because you always convinced yourself the holy man wouldn’t give into temptation. Yet, you were taking a step forward, dropping to your knees before him on the cold marble floor. You felt like you should be ashamed of what you were about to do, not only in front of an altar, but with a priest… a man who swore his life to this work. 

“Don’t speak.” he commanded slowly, fixing you in place with a hard stare. Your lips closed again, any sort of reason leaving your mind as he started undoing his belt with one hand. The other came down to tuck some hair behind your ear, the motion far too gentle for the flames burning in his gaze. “Be a good girl for me, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You obeyed, Suguru’s eyes watched with dilated pupils as your pretty lips parted and your tongue appeared. He breathed out through his nose, leaning over you a little as his belt came undone. You flinched as he spit, saliva landing perfectly in your mouth. “Swallow it, sweet girl.” you did, eyes locking with his as you swallowed the contents in your mouth.

“You must really want forgiveness.” He mused, quickly undoing the button and zipper of his black slacks. You nodded slowly, being mindful to remain quiet just as he had asked. “Surely, this is your ticket to salvation.” You held in a gasp as Suguru pulled out his cock. It was certainly bigger than you had anticipated, tanned and long with pretty veins running up the sides. “Father Suguru… please…” you rasped, mouth watering at the sight of his pretty cock. “Atta girl, beg for your forgiveness, you can speak now.” Your lips parted, eyes trained on the oozing tip as Suguru wrapped his hand around the middle of his shaft. He was taunting you with it, moving it side to side just to watch your eyes follow it wherever it went.

“F-father Suguru I… I want to be forgiven for my sins… I want you to cleanse my soul with your gracious hands… Father Suguru please…” you begged him, breathing turning laboured as you waited for him to stop the torture and give you what you wanted. Suguru held his breath for a moment, heart racing as each syllable fell from your lips. “Please… god please.” you were breathless, eyes watering as you looked up at him. “Yes…” Suguru whispered, squeezing his length tightly before taking a half step forward. He was in mouth’s reach now, making your hips wiggle as your lips parted for him. “Please…” you said again, shivering as his second whisper of yes reached your ears. You took initiative now that he gave you his permission. 

You kept your hands folded nearly on your lap, only using your mouth to take him. With Suguru’s guidance, the weeping head of his cock was slipping between your lips. You inhaled through your nose, jaw struggling to open wide enough to accommodate him as you pushed your head further down his length. You were determined to take the priest’s entire cock, you wanted to hear his pretty moans bouncing off the walls of the cathedral. You locked eyes with him, swallowing around him just to see his eyes nearly roll back. You had to wonder if this was the first time he had ever gotten head, maybe this would be the first time he ever got to touch a woman. The idea of the priest above you being a virgin made your cunt clench around nothing. 

Suguru’s lips were parted, letting go of his cock as you began to bob your head, hands obediently on your lap. “Such a good girl… such a good girl… so so good…” be babbled softly, hands coming to cup your cheeks and guide you as his cock slipped in and out of the wet cavern of your mouth. You got off on his praise, fingers itching to sink between your thighs and toy with your clit just as you had described to father Suguru moments earlier. “So good, you’re such a good girl for not touching yourself yet. Surely you’ll be forgiven…” he groaned, head tilting back as your nose brushed the dark mess of hair at the base of his cock before you pulled back again. Each pass over your tongue, each time your throat constricted around him, it was enough to send him into a blissful state of euphoria. It was enough to make him question his beliefs. 

Your mouth was too preoccupied to ask, but you desperately wanted to touch his balls. They were sitting there, taunting you, growing shiny as your saliva cascaded down his shaft. You moved one hand, eyes still locked on his neck and chin since he was tilting his head back, to test the waters. Suguru didn’t seem to notice as your fingers danced up his thigh, tongue still lavashing him as your head moved back and forth in a steady rhythm. You hesitated for only a moment before gingerly cupping him, watching as his head shot forward to look down at you with a shocked expression. They were warm and heavy with his cum, tightening as you massaged them between your fingers. “Oh… good girl…” he said again, voice a little more broken than before as he uttered the same praise for you. 

The repetitiveness of it wasn’t an issue for you, if anything it got you going more. Every time he uttered the phrase, you felt yourself grow wetter, you were certain your panties were absolutely destroyed at this point. “I-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that… is that what you want, sweet girl?” he cooed, regaining a little composure as he spoke to you. You hummed, sending vibrations straight through him and eliciting a moan from his lips. “You want my cum, don’t you sweet girl. You want me to shoot my load right down your throat, right?” you hummed again, moaning around his twitching length as you squeezed his balls a little harder. Suguru cursed, the sound coming from the priest were enough to have your nipples bubbling, brushing uncomfortably against the material of your bra. “Fuck…fuck…” he panted, cheeks flushing a dark shade of pink as his fingers buried in your hair, no longer gentle as he rutted his hips into your mouth. 

You gagged, fully unprepared for the priest to take over the way he had, the sound echoing and only fueling the fire in his gut. Tears welled in your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks as you let him thrust into your mouth as he pleased, fingers fisting in your hair just as your free hand fisted in the material of your sundress. You inhaled through your nose, lightheaded as the priest abused your throat to his liking. “Gonna… fuck gonna cum… oh yes, fuck… gonna cum down that pretty throat.” you whined, eyes nearly shutting before he commanded you to keep them open. “Look at me, the only way you can be forgiven is if you look at me, sweet-ah-girl.” He gritted his teeth, the pleasure ebbing up the back of his spine was going to make his knees week. Dutifully, you kept your eyes on him, watching his jaw go slack before he finally came. 

You flinched, throat constricting at the extra intrusion but relaxing a moment later. You swallowed, mildly disappointed he had waited until he was nearly down your throat to cum. You didn’t get to taste much, not until he drew his hips back and the salty taste dragged over your tongue. Suguru was panting, watching you reach up to rub your aching jaw as he tried to even his breathing. “You’re on the road to forgiveness, sweet girl. But I don’t quite think you’re there yet.” You looked at him with mild hurt, you had thought you had done so good. “Be a doll and strip for me… sit on the pew and demonstrate your sins from last night.” the priest was tucking his now softened cock away, trying to act as if he weren’t flustered in the slightest. “Father Suguru…” you spoke, voice slightly raspy from his use. 

“Yes? I believe I made myself clear.” he watched as you stood to your full height again, pulling your sundress off with no shame. You held his gaze as you pulled your ruined panties down, making sure he could see how destroyed they were before dropping them on the cold marble and walking down the few steps to the first row of pews. “I would much rather instruct you, I think it only makes sense for your pure hands to cleanse me of my sins in the deepest way.” You sat on the cold, polished wood, looking up at him where he stood on the elevated stage. He seemed to ponder your implications, huffing out a laugh before responding. “I guess that makes the most sense, you’re quite a smart, sweet girl.” You smiled at him, spreading your legs and moving to plant your feet on the pew. You were fully spread, the position mildly uncomfortable but you couldn’t really think past that point as cool air met your slick, displayed cunt. 

“Father Suguru, please… I want to be pure.” you coaxed him down, watching as he took shaky footsteps before dropping to his knees before you. “Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me how you indulged yourself and tainted your soul… let me save you.” You shivered as his fingers trialed up the bare skin of your thighs, brown eyes observing your cunt dutifully. Your hands found their home pressed flat to either side of you, supporting you against the polished wood. “My clit… I played with it until I left a wet mark on my sheets… I didn’t let myself cum for a long while…” you breathed out, watching as he nodded, cheeks red and lips glossy as his tongue swiped across them. “I see…” he started, moving one calloused finger to swipe up your slick folds. “...like this? Gentle strokes and circles, right?” he used his thumb to press against your clit, rubbing it in circles until he felt you twitch. “Y-yeah…” you sighed, head falling back. 

Suguru smirked, not moving any quicker. Your pretty sounds began to fill the empty cathedral, your arousal dripping down to the polished bench below you. He was careful with his movements, slowing until he was barely moving when he noticed you clenching around nothing, trying to draw your orgasm closer. “Be a good girl and let it happen… don’t force your body to cum because you think I’ll leave you hanging, sweet girl.” you whined, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding until he said that. You forced your head back down, face warm as you realized he was still intently staring at you. Granted you had done the same to him as you got him off. “Tell me, is this how you were sinning last night?” Suguru waited until you were about to speak, using two fingers and slipping them straight into your slick core. “Y-yeah…” 

Your body tensed again at the intrusion, moaning loudly as he massaged your walls. “I promise you, sweet girl, I will cleanse you.” he cooed, eyes focusing solely on you as he gauged your reactions. He would find that one particular spot, he was sure of it. “Please Father Suguru… cleanse me…” you cried out as he brushed it, a smirk curling the ends of his lips as he pressed his fingers into the front of your walls, thumb still sloppily rubbing your clit while his other hand squeezed your thigh. “S-Su…Father Suguru…” you croaked, tears leaking down your cheeks as he abused that one spongy part of your cunt. You couldn’t think straight, mind blanking completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. “Go on, sweet girl, cum on my fingers.” He encouraged, voice so gentle you would have never guessed he was knuckle deep in your cunt. 

Suguru could feel it of course, your walls fluttering and twitching around his fingers as more and more of your slick arousal slipped out of you and down to the pew. “I’m gonna cum… Fa-ahh” you couldn’t get the rest out, hip jerking as your orgasm hit you before you could truly prepare. You cried out, the noise bouncing off of the cathedral walls as the priest continued to finger your cunt and circle your clit with his thumb. “S-Stop oh fuck s-stop…” you wheezed out, an unfamiliar feeling building in your gut as he continued to abuse that one spot with his fingers. “No, this is what you need, sweet girl, let it happen.” he encouraged, lips parted as he watched where his fingers had disappeared inside of you very intently. Your eyes screwed shut, trying to fight off the feeling but it was useless, the priest was unrelenting in his movements. 

Shockwaves of your orgasm turned into a full blown tsunami, your head falling back as a gush of fluid sprayed out of you and onto the bench and marble floor below. You cried out, his name mixed somewhere in the jumble of your babbling, utterly embarrassed. Finally, Father Suguru stopped, withdrawing from your body entirely and getting off his knees. “Sweet girl, what a mess.” he scolded you, a devious grin on his face still as he looked your wrecked frame over. “You’ve been cleansed, pretty. But I would argue that we should double… or even triple check to make sure it’s really working.” Your body felt heavy, eyes lidded as you merely nodded, cunt still fluttering at the thought of getting more of the priest before you. 

“I’ll make sure you are pure, my sweet girl.”  

[littlecrowx]

Pray for me

(Priest!Suguru Geto x Nun!fem!Reader)

Synopsis: (Y/n) is a nun that was recently appointed in the monastery. Suguru is the Priest of the monastery. As (Y/n) meets Suguru she develops sinful feelings for the man. Fearing of the demons that have conquered her nights she goes to Suguru asking him to forgive her sins and pray for her

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact: contains 18+ content, smut/erotica, masturbation, power dynamic

She didn't know when it happened, she thought, as (Y/n) walked through the ancient halls of the monastery, her heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. It had only been a few days since she had been appointed as the newest member of the order, and she could feel the weight of her vows pressing down upon her shoulders.

Everywhere she turned, she saw reminders of the sacred duty she had taken: the countless prayer books, the ornate statues of the saints, and, of course, Father Suguru, the kind and wise priest who had guided her through her first few days in the monastery.

(Y/n) was a devout and pious young woman, determined to live a life free from worldly, sinful temptations. However, from the moment she laid eyes on Suguru, a sense of unease and longing stirred within her. It was as if a forbidden flame had been lit in her heart, one that flickered with sinful thoughts and desires.

She knew that her attraction to him was wrong. He was her spiritual guide, her leader, and she was his follower. But as they spent more time together, her feelings for him had only grown stronger. She tried to push them aside, to focus on her duties as a nun, but they were as persistent as the demons that had conquered her body.

As the nights grew longer, her need for him became more insistent. She would lie awake in her small, austere cell, the sheets twisted around her sweat-dampened body, her thoughts consumed by the image of him. His strong, gentle hands caressing her skin, his lips trailing fire over her sensitive flesh. She could feel the ache between her thighs, the need for release that was always there, just beneath the surface.

Desperate for relief, she would slide one hand down her pussy, and the other on her chest as her fingertips brushed against the bare skin of her breast. She closed her eyes, imagining that it was his hand, his lips, his tongue. She arched into the phantom touch, moaning softly into the darkness. The sound of her own desire was a sin, a betrayal of everything she believed in, but it felt so good.

Her fingers moved lower, between her legs, touching herself where she ached for him. She was relentless in her need, her hips bucking against her palm as she drove herself closer and closer to the edge. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her skin flushed with shame and desire. She knew that she should stop, that this was wrong, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

She would surrender to him, giving herself over to the pleasure he offered, knowing that she was damning herself in the eyes of God. But for these brief moments of pleasure, she dreamt of receiving, she felt whole, complete, and forgiven.

And in the morning, as she knelt in prayer, she would vow to try harder, to resist the temptation, to be the perfect nun and servant of the Lord. But as the nights wore on, she knew that her will was not strong enough. She was helpless against the demons that took hold of her body and mind.

She has to confess her sinful behavior, she thinks, in order to deny the demons the entrance in her mind. Walking through the halls, the familiar door was right in front of her. She knocked on the door, waiting for his sweet voice to answer. She opens the door slowly and walks in. "Ah (Y/n)!" he exclaims his sharp eyes looked up at her "How can I help you?" he asks, a sweet smile tugging at his lips.

She walked up to him and with tears in her (e/c) eyes she knelt in front of him and cried "Father, forgive me, for I have sinned"

Suguru's eyes widened with surprise as (Y/n) knelt before him, her head bowed in shame. "Speak, my child," he said gently, motioning for her to look up to him.

"Father," she began, her voice trembling, "I have sinned against God and against you. I have lusted after you. I can't stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I… I touch myself when I'm alone, and I imagine that it's you." The words tumbled out of her, each one more shameful than the last.

As Suguru placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted her gaze to meet his, his expression was a mixture of surprise and understanding. His dark eyes sparkled with an intensity that made her heart race. "I see," he said softly. "And you feel that these thoughts and desires are wrong?"

(Y/n) nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "They make me feel so dirty and sinful," she whispered.

Suguru reached out and tenderly wiped away a tear with his thumb. "I know that it must be difficult for you, my child," he said, his voice now low and velvety. "But you must understand that these feelings are a part of who you are, and they are not inherently sinful. It is how we choose to act upon them that determines our moral character."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Perhaps," he continued, "it would be best if we explored these feelings together, as a way to understand them and learn how to control them. I am here to help you, after all." His hand traveled up her cheek, cupping her jaw, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body.

(Y/n) swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew that what he was suggesting was wrong, but the desire that coursed through her veins made it impossible to resist. She nodded, tears streaming down her face, and leaned into his touch. "Please, Father," she whispered. "Help me."

As Suguru led her away from the other members of the monastery, his hand firmly gripping hers, she felt a mixture of fear and desire course through her veins. The dungeon where he brought her was lit only by the flickering light of a single candle, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls. He released her hand and walked over to a small table, where he picked up a bottle of wine and two goblets. His back was to her as he poured them both a drink, his movements graceful and confident.

"Drink this," he commanded, handing her a goblet. "It will help you relax." She took a tentative sip, feeling the warmth spread through her as the alcohol hit her system. He took a long drink from his own goblet, and then turned to face her, his expression unreadable.

"You know," he began, his voice thick with desire, "I've wanted this ever since you came to the monastery. Your innocence, your purity…it was intoxicating. And yet, I knew I had to wait, to bide my time." He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. "But now that you've come to me, now that you've confessed your sins…"

He trailed off, his voice hoarse, and then his lips were on hers, his tongue thrusting past her lips and seeking entrance into her mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way up his chest, clinging to his robes. He pushed her against the cold stone wall, one hand gripping her hair, the other exploring her body beneath her robes.

With a throaty growl, Suguru devoured her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers as he pressed her harder against the wall. His hand tangled in her hair, drawing her head back as he took what he wanted, his touch possessive and demanding. His other hand glided down her body, cupping her breast through the thick fabric of her habit, teasing her already aching nipple.

His words whispered into her ear, sent shivers down her spine. "You're such a cute little slut for me," he breathed, and it was both a curse and a blessing. She wanted to be his, wanted to please him in every way possible.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate to feel more of his skin against hers. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, feel the hard length of him pressing against her stomach, and she ached for him. With a growl of her own, she reached down, unfastening his robes, pushing them off his shoulders. They fell to the floor in a pool of black silk, revealing his strong, muscular chest and defined abs. He was even more beautiful than she imagined.

Suguru took advantage of her distraction, sliding a hand between their bodies, pushing her habit up and out of the way. His fingers found her wet and ready, and he groaned into the kiss, thrusting his hips forward. She gasped, arching into the touch, her hands curling into fists in his hair. "Fuck," she moaned, her hips moving in time with his, "I need you."

He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression fierce and primal. "You have me," he whispered, before claiming her mouth once more. With a rough motion, he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her core pressed tight against his erection. She could feel him, hard and ready, pushing at her entrance, demanding entry. She wanted him to take her, wanted to feel him fill her up and make her his.

"Say it," he growled into her ear. "Tell me you're mine."

Her heart racing, she nodded, feeling the words well up inside her. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice shaking with desire. "Take me, Father."

And with that, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her, claiming her body and soul. She cried out, arching her back, her nails digging into his shoulders as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely. He was hers, and she was his, and for this moment, nothing else mattered.

As he began to move inside her, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm born of desperation and need, he whispered more sweet nothings into her ear. "You're such a good girl for me," he groaned, "my cute little slut." It was a dirty, dirty lie, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the way they fit together so perfectly.

As he continued to thrust into her, her body moving up and down his cock, she arched her back, giving him better access to her neck. He took advantage of her exposed position, his teeth nipping at her flesh as he growled, "You're mine, and you'll always be mine. Not even god will stand between us ." His hips pumped faster, harder, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, and she felt herself begin to lose control.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving small, half-moon marks in the skin as he held her up, their bodies sliding against each other in a frenzy of desire. "Yes," she moaned, her voice ragged and needy. "Yes, yes, yes." She could feel herself beginning to climax, her muscles tightening around him, her body arching toward his in a desperate search for more contact.

As their passionate union continued, his voice grew hoarse from the pleasure, his words thick with desire. "Come for me, my little slut," he groaned, his hips bucking harder, faster. "Let me feel you." She could feel herself getting closer, the tension building inside her, and with one final thrust, she cried out his name, her body shuddering with release. He followed her over the edge, his muscles tensing, his face contorted in ecstasy as he spilled himself deep inside her.

He let out a hoarse cry, thrusting deep one last time before erupting inside her, his seed spilling into her, filling her up completely. Their bodies twitched together, locked in an intimate embrace, as he collapsed, pulling her down with him to the cold stone floor. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, her heart racing, her body still quivering from the intensity of their union.

He kissed her gently on the lips, his touch surprisingly tender after the roughness of their previous encounters. "You're incredible," he whispered, running a hand through her hair. "I can't wait to see you again." He leaned in, brushing his lips against her ear. "Make sure to visit my office at night, for the next session of redemption."

She shivered at his words, feeling a mixture of anticipation and guilt. But she knew she would come back to him. He had claimed her, and she belonged to him now. As she straightened her habit and adjusted her hair, she looked up at him, a small, secretive smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yes, Father," she breathed, "I'll be there."

Masterlist

[littlecrowx]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

[littlecrowx]

And they're all correct

[littlecrowx]

Meliodas: If this is my last night with you all, I wish to tell you all my true thoughts about each of you.

Meliodas: Diane. You're much more clever than anyone gives you credit for. You have a good heart and I'm so proud of you.

Diane, tearful: Oh Captain...

Meliodas: Ban. You're a whore.

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

WC: 6.7k

Summary: You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems strange that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. But it feels like you're drawn to each other in ways neither of you can explain. There's a pull you couldn’t resist if you tried.

Rockstar AU

Story Warning: Smut, Blowjob, Mutual Masturbation, Female Masturbation, Profanity because come on..., Sprung Suguru, Cumshots, Facials, Cumplay (a lil bit), Fingersucking, A sprinkle of power dynamic, Oral Sex, First Day Hookups

Suguru art by: @affectbitter

AN: There's some OCs in this one bc this was just a funny idea between me and some friends LMAO. Imagine them however you will!

The roar of the crowd is almost painful in your ear as you enter the venue. You’ve made it just in time, with minutes to spare. 

“Excuse me. Sorry! Just gonna squeeze past you here…I’m sorry…”

The apologies fall from your lips as you navigate through the crowd of people in the arena. You’re trying to find your way backstage before the concert begins for this band… Demon Parade?

An up and coming group, quickly rising in stardom who you never would have heard of had you not been scouring the job boards for an easy and quick way to make money. Imagine your surprise when you found a job posting for them stating the band was in need of an efficient, organized assistant. A go-getter who would be willing to do anything to aid in their success and ride along with them. 

You’d had some assistant jobs in the past, nothing too crazy, but you knew what the basic expectation of an assistant was. So you applied for the job, not thinking there was a chance in hell you’d get it, but you needed something and anything was better than nothing. Besides, the job came with all the perks: benefits, free travel, a food allowance. Sounded like a steal. 

You got the call less than a week later, saying that you were a great fit and exactly what the band was in search of! It didn’t seem real at the time, even after you’d hung up, filled out your onboarding paperwork and were sent all of your information for your first day – the concert you were currently pushing your way through. It felt even less real when you received your all access badge at the arena doors.

You’d made sure to listen to a few of Demon Parade’s songs and you had to admit, you liked what you heard, but you wouldn’t exactly call yourself a superfan. Not like the crowd of people swarming around you as you hurried through to backstage. God, it was fucking packed.

Is this band that good?

The moment you enter backstage, you feel like you can breathe again. It’s less crammed, so you feel like you can relax a bit. But that feeling only lasts for a second before someone practically materializes out of thin air before you. They call your name, one hand coming up to tap the small earpiece in their ear, the other coming up to indicate for you to stop.

“Yep, she just got here,” They mumble into the earpiece. “I’ll bring her back.” They tap the earpiece again, waving to you to follow them. “I trust you didn’t have any trouble getting back here?” 

“Nope, fairly easy,” you answer, quickening your pace to catch up with them.

“Good,” they make a sharp turn around a corner, speeding up and you feel like an idiot essentially running behind them. “I’m Jaz, the band’s manager. We don’t have too much time. I’ll give you a brief overview of the band and each member and then I’ll introduce you to them.”

“Oh, so just…immediately starting? Is there like…a formal training I should be going through first? Or a new hire orientation?”

“No,” they state. “Do what the band asks and if you do it well enough and the band likes you, you’ll be able to keep your job by the end of the night.”

Your eyes wide as you rush to walk next to Jaz. “Wait, what do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. If you make a good impression on the band, we’ll keep you. We’re about to start a national tour in a few days and we need someone who will be able to get the job done. If not, we move on.”

“Okay, so just…do what they ask me to and…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” Jaz confirms. “It’s that simple.”

So this whole first day is a test…given with no actual instructions…Fucking weird, but who are you to argue?

You’ll just have to use your prior assistant knowledge to make it work. If you’ve done one assistant job, you’ve done them all. You think so, at least.

You hurry through the halls alongside Jaz, the hallways snaking around to the back of the venue where there are many different dressing rooms – one for each band member and one for the group. Jaz reaches a door with a sign taped to it with the name Demon Parade on it. Scribbled in the corner of the sign is what looks like a very poorly drawn penis.

Jaz sighs when they see the doodle and whips around to face you.

“First things first, a brief rundown of the band.” They fish out their phone to pull up a group photo of the members on stage at one of their concerts. They point to a beautiful brunette woman in the photo before their finger glides over to a tattooed man with his hair piled high atop his head in a loose bun. “This is Shoko Ieiri – our bassist – and this is Suguru Geto – our lead guitarist. Both very low maintenance, very easy to get along with because they most likely will take very little interest in you.”

They then point to a blonde man who looks about ready to clock out at any moment and then to a white haired guy with freakishly blue eyes. “Kento Nanami is our drummer and this annoying beanpole here is Satoru Gojo – our lead singer,” Jaz finishes, rolling their eyes when they point to Gojo. But you can see a clear fondness there with the way their eyes linger on the screen.

You nod, eyes locked on the heavily tattooed raven haired man on the phone. He looks a little bored, almost like he’d rather be anywhere but where he was at that moment. Even so, his gaze is intense. You know it’s impossible, but you feel as though he’s looking at you through the phone. It’s literally a picture taken at some random venue that you’d never seen in your life. But, it feels like he’s staring right at you. Those feline eyes of his look so deeply into the camera, peer so powerfully into your eyes through the screen, it makes you look away. There’s something about that guy, something that’s almost familiar…it makes a tingle race up your spine. 

You’re not sure if the feeling is good or bad, but you don’t have time to think too much about it because Jaz is knocking on the dressing room door. A massive, burly man donning sunglasses is opening it, peering at you from over his shades. Jaz is moving past him, beckoning you to follow when you don’t move, cemented to your spot.

Because you’re still thinking about that fucking picture.

“Hey,” The goateed man says when you’ve finally entered the room. You notice then that he’s wearing a black windbreaker with Security on one side and his name on the other. Your eyes quickly drift down to his nametag.

Yaga…With a little panda sticker next to his name. This old guy loves cute things apparently. It’s sweet, makes you smile.

Yaga quickly introduces himself. “Nice to meet you,” He grunts, no smile returned. “I’m head of security for the band. My name’s Yaga.” He doesn’t await a response from you, turning to speak with Jaz instead and you take that time to have a look around in the interim.

The dressing room is incredibly spacious. In a corner across the room, there’s a snack table full of an assortment of candies and bags of chips with the members' faces on them as well as an array of drinks. Large couches are arranged throughout the room, enough space between them to give each member their own little area to lounge in. There are also vanity areas along the back wall with brightly lit mirrors and chairs for each member.

You’re assuming it’s Shoko who sits in one of the vanity chairs getting her makeup done. She is the only female member after all. She’s as beautiful in person as she appears in pictures, though her hair is a lot longer than in the picture Jaz showed you earlier. She’s on her phone scrolling boredly, but when the door clicks shut, your eyes meet in the mirror and she waves quickly as the makeup artist applies her lipstick.

“Hey,” is all she says.

On the far side of the room is a blonde man reading a newspaper, he glances up for all of two seconds when you enter the room and then he’s back to reading. Next to him is a girl who can’t yet be in her 30s, leaning her head against his shoulder. They look cozy together. Maybe they’re dating? You make a mental note to ask Jaz about this later.

Just a few steps away from you, seemingly appearing out of thin air by the snack table, is Satoru Gojo, lead singer of Demon Parade.

His eerily blue eyes glance up when you enter the room, and then he shoots you a beaming smile as he leaves his spot by the snacks and strolls over. He grins at Jaz who has now made their way back to you, rolling their eyes again as Satoru gets closer.

“Jaz,” he purrs. “What do we have here? A meet and greet?” Gojo asks, eyes locked on his manager. His gaze wanders over their clothes as if he can see straight through them. “You look good. Missed you last ni–”

Jaz holds up a hand, cutting him off and getting straight to the point. They introduce you to Satoru, Shoko, Nanami and the woman sitting next to him who you’ve learned is Nicole – their vocal coach, though she doesn’t appear to be doing much vocal coaching while she makes googly eyes at Nanami.

Yaga sighs as he goes back towards the dressing room door and Jaz follows behind him, pulling their phone out and typing away. You don’t miss that the moment Jaz is putting their phone back in their pocket, Satoru is pulling his out to quickly glance at his screen, smirking before he slides it back into his pocket.

Okay, there’s clearly something going on there.

“Call me if you need anything,” Yaga utters to Satoru, but Satoru isn’t even listening anymore. He’s back at the snack table rummaging through the available items. Yaga pulls the door open to let Jaz exit first. Behind you, you hear him briefly grunting an “excuse me” as someone else enters the room before he’s also gone.

And you can’t really explain it, but the moment this other person enters, the air in the room shifts. 

At least for you. 

They move past you, their bare arm just barely brushing against your own and you startle at the charge of pure electricity that jolts through you at the near contact. They seem to feel it too, because they pause, whipping around to look at you and you’re met with those sharp, cat-like eyes you’d just seen peering through a screen now staring into your own. That familiar tingle you’d felt outside of this very room zips back up your spine.

Suguru Geto stands before you, his beautiful face framed by his signature raven locks that now cascade around his shoulders. He’s somehow even more striking with his hair down, beautiful. He says nothing as you stare each other down, the air between you thick with something you can’t quite describe. The room around you blurs as your vision seems to hone in on Suguru and Suguru only. 

It’s after a few moments of tense silence that Suguru breaks eye contact first, eyes trailing down your form. And suddenly you feel as though you’re under a microscope, being so closely examined by him. You can’t help but feel exposed. He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling with the motion. He cards his fingers through his strands, pushing them back, eyes narrowing when they meet your gaze again. His brows knit together for a moment and then he speaks.

“Have we met before?” 

Your pathetic body reacts immediately, melting the second his voice reaches your ears. Goosebumps race across your skin, even as your body feels like it’s being engulfed in heat. Your heart feels like it’s crawling up your chest and into your throat, your pulse is beating behind your ears so hard it’s making you dizzy. 

What is this?

You don’t understand this sudden racing of your heart, the way your hands feel clammy, the explosive reactions your body is having to him simply looking at you. 

Suguru leans his head to the other side and the movement brings you back to reality, helps you to remember that you’re just standing there like a fucking idiot when he had asked you a question. You shake your head quickly, suddenly unable to find your voice. 

Suguru looks you over once more, almost like he doesn’t believe your answer, until Satoru interrupts.

“You’ve never met her. She’s our new assistant. Starting today,” he announces, mouth full, from what seems to be his permanent spot by the snack table. He tells Suguru your name. Suguru quickly glances back at Satoru before his eyes drift back to you again.

“Yeah?” Suguru asks, eyes still on you. You can see Satoru turn back to the snack table from your peripheral, picking at different candies. “Nice to meet you. I’m Suguru,” he states.

For some reason, it dawns on you then that Jaz is no longer there to speak for you. You’re on your own. Jaz’s earlier words ring through your ears. Whether or not you get to keep this job depends on how well you do tonight.

So you clear your throat, finding your confidence again. You know what you’re doing and Suguru is essentially your boss. Just like the other members, so you needed to build a relationship with him all the same. “Yes, I’m your new assistant and I’m very excited to be able to work with you all. Please let me know what you need and I’ll do my best to make sure you’re all happy.”

A small smile graces Suguru’s features and the tiny motion has your heart picking up speed again.

Fucking relax.

“Yeah, I got a couple things you can do for me,” he voices.

“Okay,” you glance back towards Shoko who is eyeing you through the reflection of the mirror. “Anyone else need anything before the show?” She shakes her head indicating your assistance isn’t necessary. You look to Nanami who couldn’t look less interested in what’s happening right now. Next to him, Nicole shakes her head as well.

“All good here,” Satoru says, waving you off. “Suguru, be nice.”

“When am I not?” Suguru chuckles, closing the distance between you and slinging his arm around your shoulder. The contact makes your skin erupt with goosebumps once again.

Only this time, you feel a little less crazy about your body's seemingly random reaction to Suguru’s touch because as you glance down at the arm wrapped around you, see the telltale sign of goosebumps along his skin, too.

- - - - - -

Suguru doesn’t have shit for you to do. The concert is happening soon so there’s not much else left to do that the other staff hasn’t already taken care of. He’s not sure why he lied to you, but the moment he saw you, there was something familiar about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He’s certain you’ve never met, he would’ve definitely remembered your face; lovely, beautiful, stunning, all the words that could describe how nice you were to look at. Looks aside, there’s just something about you that has his mind reeling.

He’d heard from Jaz that the band would be getting a new assistant today. Didn’t make a difference to him, staff was staff. He was sure the new assistant would be fired by the end of the night, if not the end of the week. They could never keep an assistant too long, most of them deeming Satoru too needy, Shoko too cold, Suguru too mean. The list went on and on. The simple truth of the matter was Suguru had a goal, a plan for his success and if an assistant wasn’t able to hang in there for the ride, then they weren’t worth his time. Suguru stopped caring about who their assistant of the week was a long time ago.

So what was it about you that had him hiding you in his dressing room until the show started; showing you his favorite guitars, asking you about how you got this job, wondering how you liked it so far, if you’d heard their music? Any other assistant he’d have running to get him a coffee, doing menial tasks just for laughs. But for you, he’d grabbed a coffee with you and spent that time practically bombarding you with questions the moment he had you alone. Suguru knew more about you in 20 minutes than girls he’d dated for months. And he had no idea why he cared so much.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here?” You ask. Leaning against the wall of his dressing room, Suguru watches as you sit on his dressing room couch, strumming the strings on his guitars. 

“I mean, it shouldn’t matter.”

“Jaz made it clear I need to keep you all happy or else…” you make a dramatic slicing motion across your neck, pulling a laugh from Suguru.

After finding out Suguru did not actually have anything for you to help him with, he spent a few minutes trying to calm your mini panic attack where you told him about how nervous you were. How badly you needed this job. So he’d brought you back to his dressing room to hang out where no one would see you aimlessly wandering.

“The guys said they’re good, so no need to worry about them. They’re happy right now,” Suguru reassures you.

“And you?” You ask, eyes meeting his from across the room. It makes him inhale sharply, trying to calm the swift pounding of his heart. “Are you happy?”

He nods. “I’m happy.” You pluck a string on his guitar, the offkey note cutting through the tension Suguru was beginning to feel. “Despite your horrible guitar playing skills, I’m happy.”

You laugh. “Rude.” You pluck again, this time the note is more bearable. “If I make it past today, I’ll be on the road to continue on tour with you guys,” you told him.

“Oh yeah?” His eyes look on as your fingers dance along the strings of his guitar awkwardly. He could show you how to hold a guitar, how to hit a note that’s not offkey, but he’s enjoying watching you struggle a little too much. It’s cute, though his body’s reaction to watching the way you hold the neck of the guitar is…less appropriate than what the situation calls for. “Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

Because he wouldn’t mind having your really nice hands wrapped around his cock.

The question comes out before he can stop it. For any other groupie he’d brought back to his room, the answer to the question wouldn’t have mattered. He’d just be making small talk, he wouldn’t have even meant the compliment. But for you…he was mesmerized by the way you held his instrument, the sight filling his head with lewd thoughts.

You freeze at his question, glancing back at Suguru. “No…thank you?”

Suguru chuckles, moving from his spot on the wall to take a seat next to you. The air immediately thickens, this close proximity to you making it hard for him to breathe.  “You are…really bad at guitar.”

“Oh my god, were you this mean to your past assistants?” The question comes out with a giggle, as you set Suguru’s guitar down next to you, turning to face him.

He smirks, turning his body to face you as well. “Only the ones who are shit at guitar.”

“Oh, so you let all your assistants hang out in your dressing room and show them your instruments then?”

“Nope.”

If anything Suguru was way fucking meaner to his past assistants. In less than two hours, you already had him cleaning up his act.

You make a face, scrunching your nose up in Suguru’s direction and he decides he likes you already. Yeah, it’s only been a few hours, but he wants to see that face more often. The choice wasn’t up to him, though. You had to impress the other members, too. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t help you along the way.

A light knock at the door interrupts Suguru’s thoughts.

“Yeah?” He calls and Jaz peers their head in, brows furrowing when they see you on Suguru’s couch.

“She was cleaning my guitar for me,” Suguru lies easily, motioning towards the instrument next to you. Jaz either believes him or doesn’t care because they don’t even acknowledge it any further.

“Showtime, let’s go.”

- - - - - -

Suguru had been nice enough to give you some tips on how to ensure the band was happy after the show.

“Nanami loves a good coffee and a book set up in his dressing room after a show,” he’d noted. “Satoru is easy. Leave him some of those little mochi candies with the red bean paste inside? He’ll eat like fourteen of them and pass out. Shoko literally just wants to be left alone after dealing with Satoru all day. Put a cigarette and a bottle of liquor – any kind – in her room and she’s set.”

“And you?” You asked, nervously fidgeting in the hall outside of Suguru’s dressing room. Suguru had kept your mind off of panicking and inadvertently pissing someone off on your very first day. With no delegated tasks, no orientation or training and no clue in hell about each member’s preferences, you were truly grateful to Suguru for all he'd done for you on your first day. He was your lifeboat today.

“Me?” It seemed he’d forgotten he was also a part of the band, which was even more endearing to you. He’d been more concerned with making sure you were successful today than his own needs.

“Yeah, you. I want to make sure everyone is satisfied.”

Suguru hummed a look flashing behind his eyes and disappearing as quickly as it came, it still sent a shiver up your spine all the same. He placed a hand on your arm, inhaling slowly. His eyes locked onto where his hand lay on your arm, like he could feel the way your stomach twisted, the way your breathing increased, how your pupils dilated just from his touch.

And Suguru could feel it. Because his body was reacting the exact same way.

“I’ll be fine,” he breathed, letting go of your arm. “Hopefully at the end of the night, Jaz will have good news for you.”

He turned to leave, but not before calling back, “I’ll see you after the show.”

Now you stand on the side of the stage, unable to stop staring at Suguru as his hands fly along the strings of his guitar with ease, beautiful notes carrying out of the instrument and dancing around the stadium for the audience to hear. You can’t get over the duality of this man. 

Backstage he’s chill, if not a little intimidating. But in the short time you’d spent together, you found it easy to talk to Suguru and open up to him. He was funny, smart, insanely talented. You did not expect a rockstar as big as he was to be so down to earth. 

Now as you watch Demon Parade perform their last song of the night, you can’t help but think Suguru is the sexiest man on earth. The way his hair whips across his face when he shakes his head to the music, how his large hands control every note that drives the song, how his rich voice blends smoothly with Satoru’s to really push the message of the songs across. And when Suguru’s really feeling it, the way he lets the world see the tiny metal ball sitting atop his tongue.

He is so insanely sexy.

It seems every little move he makes has the crowd losing their minds, men and women alike screaming his name. And you can’t blame them, occasionally rubbing your own thighs together to stoke the heat pooling between your own legs whenever Suguru would peer over to the side and grin at you mid song. 

Fuck, working with him may end up being harder than you anticipate. If you are able to keep this job, you’ll likely have to maintain a friendly distance. You don’t trust yourself not to do something stupid with the way your body seems to respond to him any time you’re near each other.

When the show is over, Satoru thanking the crowd for coming out, the band members all go their separate ways to their dressing rooms. You wait in the hall, standing with Jaz who again is on their phone. They seem to always be working, but this time you watch their fingers fly across their phone screen, a tiny smirk on their lips. You bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from smiling.

You’re pretty sure Jaz and Satoru are sleeping together.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Jaz clears their throat, their eyes boring into your own. Did they hear…your…thoughts?

And then they smile. “Just got the green light from the band. You’re in.”

Eyes wide, you stand there gaping like a fish until you finally find your words. “Just like that? I mean…there’s not a formal meeting or anything?”

Jaz shoots you a deadpan look, like you’re wasting their time with your stupid fucking question. “Look around you. Nothing about today was formal. Get used to it. Go home, pack your bags. I’ll email the details of where to meet us in the next couple days before we get on the road. Be on time please. Don’t miss the tour bus leaving.”

They turn on their heels before you can thank them, making their way down the hall (in the direction of Satoru’s dressing room, you can’t help but notice).

The clean up staff moves hurriedly around backstage, rushing off and on the stage. And you just stand there, the giddiness of the news bubbling in your chest. You want to scream about how happy you are, but you contain it, instead opting to go tell the person who helped you to lock in your spot today.

After a short trip down the winding halls of the arena, you knock softly on Suguru’s dressing room door. It doesn’t take him long to answer, the door swinging open and revealing him in a loose fitting tee and some sweats. His hair is damp from a shower, strands clinging to his face, cheeks flushed. You can practically feel the heat of his bath radiating off of him.

He’s as captivating off stage, like this, as he is on stage. You can’t help but stare.

“Hey,” he breathes, voice rough.

“Hey,” you practically sigh, cheeks heating furiously.

It’s just you two, standing there, staring at each other. The world continues to move, it all becoming a blur as you refuse to look away from the other. You, watching as the flush on Suguru’s cheeks slowly creeps from his face, down his neck and to the exposed part of his chest the ‘V’ in his shirt allows you to see. Him, watching as your chest rises and falls, breathes picking up rapidly as he gazes at you.

You’d never met anyone like Suguru Geto before. It seems so insane that just a few hours ago, you’d never seen or heard of this man in your life. Now in this moment, standing before him in front of his dressing room, it feels like he has a pull on you that you couldn’t resist if you tried.

“Just heard from Jaz. Looks like I’ll be going on the road with you,” you tell him, voice coming out smaller than you’d intended.

“Yeah?” His low voice is nothing but a whisper, eyes darting down to your lips quickly before they shoot back up to your eyes. 

“Yeah.”

Then his tattooed hand is cupping your face, your arms are looping around his neck, his mouth is colliding with yours as he pulls you into his dressing room, slamming the door behind him. It’s dizzying, the heat rolling off is his body, his scent invading your senses. The hand touching your face slips to the back of your neck, making you sigh into his mouth. It’s so fucking unfair how a move so simple had the power to make you melt into a puddle for him.

Suguru’s body molds against yours as he pushes you against the door of his dressing room, pressing his own arousal against your thigh. And you gasp, the thick feel of him making you moan.

“Fuck,” Suguru presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek, rolling his hips into you. “I don’t know what it is about you,” he groans, kissing along your cheek again, rolling his hips into yours once more.

You feel the same, like there’s something about him that keeps drawing you to him. The stars only seem to continue aligning in your favor. First getting this job, this trial run day, meeting Suguru, Suguru helping to make sure you got to keep your job and you actually getting the confirmation you needed. It’s like you were meant to meet one day. You’re eternally grateful.

You press a kiss to Suguru’s lips, your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, further deepening the kiss, trying to taste everything you have to offer. You’re panting into his mouth as he rolls his hips into yours roughly. 

“I want you,” Suguru breathes against your lips. “I want you so fucking bad, I’m losing my mind.”

His mouth is back on yours, hands grasping at your waist, pulling you as close as he can. You want him too, you probably want him just as badly as he wants you. But there’s time for that. You’ll be on the road together for months. That’s surely enough time to have each other every which way you want. But tonight, you want to show Suguru how grateful you are to him.

“Let me thank you for today,” you offer Suguru breathlessly when you break the kiss. His brows knit together for a brief second before they rise at the same time you fall to your knees before him.

“Are you sure? You don’t have t–”

“I want to,” you assure him. Suguru gulps, nodding as he watches you wet your lips.

Hooking your fingers into the elastic of his sweats and briefs, you tug down, freeing Suguru’s erection and wasting no time wrapping your hands around his length. It’s just the way Suguru imagined when he watched you strumming his guitar. Better than he imagined, actually. He shivers when your hands grip him, your mouth watering with the thought of tasting him as you watch a drop of precum form on his tip.

He’s big. Bigger than you had pictured. You swallow, thinking about how in the hell you were going to be able to possibly fit all of him in your mouth.

“Take it slow, baby,” Suguru tells you, as though he can tell what you’re thinking. He brings a hand down to gently caress your cheek.

Peering up, your tongue peeks out of your mouth, tentatively flicking against the head and Suguru sighs shakily, staring intently. He watches you closely, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as your lips fall open and you wrap them around his cock. You take him into your mouth, slowly sinking down as far as you can go before you pull off and sink down again.

Eyes locked, you watch with hardly concealed elation as Suguru’s pupils blow out, dilating so much you can no longer make out the color of his eyes. 

“Fuck,” Suguru’s hips buck forward like a reflex, head falling back as a deep groan falls from his lips. Your mouth is so warm, so fucking wet. He wants to revel in the feel of it. Doesn’t want you to suck him so good he blows his load down your throat yet. He looks back down at you, at the way your mouth is stuffed full of him and you’re not even halfway down. Suguru utters a curse under his breath. 

“Stay right there,” he tells you, rougher than he intended, he knows it. But it’s so fucking important that you don’t move right now or he’s done for. “Just hold it - ahhh, yeah just like that, angel.”

You place your hands against his thighs, holding yourself still with Suguru’s cock in your mouth. The weight of him on your tongue, the sound of his harsh breathing, his hands gently holding your chin, it all makes a delicious heat pool in your core.

Suguru takes a deep breath, pushes his hair back with his hands as he exhales. He’s trying to catch his breath, trying to keep his composure right now, but fuck. It’s so hard to hold it together with the way your mouth is stretched around him, with how he’s just barely halfway in and he can already see the tears brimming in the corners of your eyes as you try to take all of him.

Suguru’s had his fair share of flings come back to his dressing room with him, sure. But you… there’s something about you that has his heart thundering in his chest, has his cock throbbing within the wet confines of your mouth, has him reaching down to caress your cheek and wipe the pooling tears away as you try to take him deeper. Your eyes close with the action.

“Look at me,” he pants. And you do, your beautiful gaze finding his again. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he purrs, loving the way you haven’t moved since he told you to stay. You’re already such a good girl for him. “Think you can take more?”

You mutter a muffled agreement against his cock, still not moving. Just the vibration makes Suguru’s balls tighten, a threat that he’s not going to last very long with you.

He hopes it won’t be like this the next time.

He also hopes there is a next time.

Because he’s beginning to realize something. It hasn’t been that long since he met you. Hell, it’s been less than a day. But, he’s so fucking into you it’s insane.

You peer up at him from beneath your lashes again and Suguru hisses the moment your eyes connect. He runs both hands through his hair, his thick black locks cascading around his face as he looks down at you.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You know that?”

You nod your head, tongue pressing against the underside of Suguru’s cock as you slide more of his length down your throat. You’re not going to be able to take all of him. He knows it.

You shift on the floor, thighs rubbing together to give you some sort of relief from the aching arousal between your legs. Suguru doesn’t miss this. You’ve worked hard. You deserve to enjoy yourself, too. It’s not like you got to keep your job only because of him after all.

“Touch yourself,” Suguru commands. “Play with that pretty pussy while you suck my co–” His voice cuts off, a harsh groan ripping from his throat when you move forward, one hand squeezing his cock as you try to take even more of him, the other slipping into the waistband of your pants. “So fucking good...” he whimpers, and you can’t help but moan when your fingers finally meet the onslaught of wetness that’s been rushing between your legs, absolutely soaking through your panties.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, petting your hair before gently fisting the strands between his tattooed fingers so that you’re forced to look up at him. “Ah…I love how hard you’re trying, baby. Think you can take it all the way for me, angel? Can you take it all the way into that tight fucking throat for me?” 

You nod enthusiastically, eager to please with a mouth full of Suguru’s cock and your fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit. The vision has Suguru’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. “You’re gonna fucking kill me,” he sighs. Suguru pulls you forward, and you let him, going as far as you can until you’re gagging on his dick, the drool pooled in your mouth dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Even still, that doesn’t stop the moans escaping, the little mewls that let Suguru know you were fucking loving this as much as he was.

“Ah – fuck, fuck–” Suguru breathes, pulling you off of his cock with a loud pop. “I can’t,” he pants. “I can’t. If you do that again, I’ll cum –”

You didn’t wait for him to finish, taking Suguru in your mouth again, taking him as deep as you can go before pulling back and taking him in again. The lewd squelching noises of your slick fingers playing with your sweet little pussy and the mixture of your spit and Suguru’s precum hitting the floor of his dressing room fill the air. You take him to the hilt, your nose buried deep in his thick raven curls.

And Suguru’s hips began to move, fucking into your mouth as he held your head in place. This was what you wanted, right? Suguru warned you. He’d warned you what would happen if you swallowed his dick like that again, if you choked on his cock like you just did one more time. He warned you and you kept going, pushing him closer and closer. So he couldn’t help it when his body tensed, when his cock stiffened, when his thighs shook and his cock twitched in your mouth.

He couldn’t help it when he pulled out of you as quickly as he could, pumping his cock with a quick “fuck I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby–” muttered before his cum shot out of his swollen tip, covering your cheeks, your throat, your tongue and your chin.

And you couldn’t help it when you pushed two fingers into your tight hole, pressing your thumb to your clit the moment Suguru’s cum covers your face. And you see stars, clenching hard around your fingers as waves of your orgasm crashing over you until your vision nearly blurs.

“Shit,” Suguru murmurs with a sigh, the aftershocks of his orgasm sending shivers up his spine. He takes your arm, pulling your hand from your drenched panties, closely looking over the sheen of your release covering your fingers. He parts his lips, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking, licking your hand clean of your orgasm before he kisses you hard, shoving his tongue into your mouth immediately and groaning when he tastes the mixture of both your releases. He doesn’t even seem to care that his own cum now covers his face. The sexy grunts and moans tell you he loves it.

When he breaks the kiss, he looks you over, licking his lips of the mess he made between you. “Let me get a towel to clean us up.”

He stands, pulling his pants back up to his waist before he lifts you from your spot on the floor. You hear him shuffling around in the bathroom area as you take a seat on his couch. He returns shortly, sitting next to you. You close your eyes as he gently wipes the warm, damp towel over your face. “God, you almost killed me.” Suguru huffs quietly.

You chuckle, opening one eye to peer up at him. “Damn, am I that good?”

Suguru smiles, chuckling. “Let's just say, I’m not ever letting them fire you.”

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Meliodas: this is your captain speaking

Meliodas: AND THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN SHOUTING

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Your boss doesn’t ask much of you - meet your deadlines, show up on time and don’t fuck any of your colleagues (that aren’t him).

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit as Lube, Fingering, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Crazy Suguru of course, Door fucking???, Jealous Behavior, Rough Sex, Office Relationship, Secret Relationship

Suguru Art By: B0000M

Could this shit be any more boring?

You cover your mouth, trying to hide your snicker as you read the note your coworker shows you on his notepad. You’re in the middle of an important meeting that your boss is presenting. A very handsome, tall man with long brown hair tied up in a loose bun and cat-like eyes that seemed to always hold a bit of mischief in them.

The meeting was in fact so goddamn boring, you were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Your coworker was the only thing making these even remotely bearable with his funny notes. You scribbled a response back in your notebook and slid it over to him, prompting a low chuckle from him. The sound of someone clearing their throat at the front of the room grabbed your attention. Your eyes widen as you make eye contact with your boss who is glowering at you and your coworker. He calls your names, his voice not hiding his annoyance.

“Something you’d like to share?” He asks.

You shake your head, your coworker apologizing profusely. 

“You sure? Clearly it’s important enough that you can’t be bothered to pay attention to what’s going on here.”

“No, Mr. Geto,” You speak up. “I apologize. It won’t happen again.”

The silence hangs in the air for what feels like an eternity before he resumes his presentation.

Later that day, you’re enjoying your lunch in the break room with the same coworker from the meeting. You’re idly chatting with each other about mundane things - deadlines, projects, how shitty the company provided breakfast at the meeting was when your boss walks in. He pays you both no mind, instead making his way to the coffee machine to brew a fresh cup. Your coworker begins fidgeting nervously and you assume it’s because of your boss’s presence. It’s not.

His fingers tap the side of his cup before he begins speaking. 

“Hey so, I-I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you this for a while now.” He mutters and you find yourself watching your boss from the corner of your eye not missing the tension building in his shoulders.

“Ask me what?”

Your coworker squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath as he continues.

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?” He asks. His cheeks are so red and if you look closely enough, you can see the beads of sweat building on his forehead. 

“O-oh, with you and the team?”, you ask, not wanting to assume. He shakes his head, laughing nervously.

“Well, not really. I was thinking more like just you and me. Like a date.” He states. Why did he have to choose now to do this? This was so uncomfortable. Your coworker is not unattractive in the least, but unfortunately you only saw him as a friend. You’re about to tell him as much when the sound of metal colliding with metal rings through the room and nearly causes you to jump out of your skin. Both your heads snap over to your boss, who is already watching you both, a smile stretched across his face that doesn’t look anything remotely close to genuine.

“Sorry,” he sighs out. His feline eyes bore into you as he brings his mug up to his mouth. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows his coffee. 

“My spoon slipped out of my hand into the sink. Excuse me.” He makes his way toward the door before whipping around and calling your name. “Oh, Y/N! Could you please forward me those proposals ASAP? Now, if you don’t mind.” 

“Sure, Mr. Geto. I’ll get right on that.” You reply. You know it’s not a request, it’s a demand. You excuse yourself from lunch and apologize to your coworker who doesn’t bother to hide his disappointment from your lack of an answer.

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The rest of your day flies by. You’re exhausted, taking the elevator up to your apartment as you let the day's events play back in your mind. You hope your boss isn’t too mad at you about what happened in the meeting that morning. He hadn’t said anything to you, but the small interactions you’d had throughout the day only added to this lingering feeling you had that he was upset with you. You make a mental note to apologize to him formally in the next meeting just in case.

You slip your key into your front door, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind you. You barely have time to react before your back is slammed against the door and a pair of lips are on your neck, a hand gripped in your hair.

“Ah- fuck , Suguru,” you cry out, mostly from shock. Your hands fly up to run through his own hair, now loose from the usual bun he donned for work. Suguru pulls back, just enough to look at you before his lips curl up into a snarl. At home, he’s so different, relaxed, funny and doting. At home, he’s your boyfriend. At work, he’s stiff, strict and by the book. At work, he’s your boss.

“But Y/N, let me take you on a date. I wanna take you to dinner, maybe take you back to my place and fuck you with my micropenis”, he mocks your coworker from your earlier conversation at lunch. You knew it. You knew he was upset about something, but you figured it was about you goofing around during his presentation. You should’ve known better.

“Stop it”, you chide. “He didn’t even say anything close to that!”

He snorts. “He might as well have. I see him. Everyday”, he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking monkey always ogling you, talking to you, flirting with you, trying to touch what doesn’t belong to him, what’s mine .”

He’s back on your neck, kissing and sucking, marking anywhere he can and you’re positive you’ll have to wear a turtleneck into the office tomorrow. You don’t stop him. Instead, you tilt your head to the side giving him more room to work with as you begin to pant. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs and he’s barely done anything.

“What do you expect, Suguru? No one knows we’re together. At your insistence, let me remind you. It was your choice.” He sucks a new mark into your neck, nipping at it hard and groaning loudly when you yelp at the sharp pain.

“What I expect,” he pauses to kiss your throat, grinning when your grip on his hair tightens, “what I expect is for my girlfriend who I live with to open her pretty little mouth and say no when some monkey at the office tries to get in her pants.” 

You nod your head, unable to think straight while his mouth works its way down your neck. His fingers are on your blouse, deftly unbuttoning it until it's wide open, exposing your bra to him. He pulls back at your lack of response giving you a confused pout.

“Unless you want him to get in your pants?” He asks seriously. Suguru watches your face for anything that’ll give away that you like your coworker in any way other than as a friend. When he finds nothing, his mouth crashes into yours, all his jealousy being poured into a searing kiss.

“You’re so stupid when you’re jealous”, you breathe when he pulls away. Your hands move to glide under his shirt, fingers grazing over his defined muscles and you sigh thinking about just how fucking hot he is.

Suguru reaches down, grabbing the hem of your skirt and pulling it up until it’s sitting at your waist. He slides his hand into your panties, hissing when he feels how drenched you are.

“Shit, you’re soaking wet baby”, he groans. His fingers run through your wet folds finding your clit and rubbing light circles. You cry out, your nails digging into Suguru’s core and dragging them down. He cries out with you, reveling in the pleasure that follows the pain. He presses his face into your neck as one of his fingers finds your entrance, wasting no time pushing into it. Your mouth opens with a gasp as Suguru pumps into you, curling his finger until he finds your sweet spot.

And he finds it in no time, pressing down and pulling his face back to watch the tears form at the corners of your eyes like they always do when he finds it. He beams with satisfaction watching you roll your hips forward, seeking any type of friction. You whine in frustration when you don’t find any.

“Sugu, please .”

“You think”, Suguru speaks casually as your hips buck forward, “You think what’s his face at the office thinks about doing this to you?”

“ What? ” You gasp out. You don’t want to think about him right now. The only thing on your mind is fucking your boyfriend.

“I bet he does. I can tell by the way he tries to discreetly fix his pants when he’s done watching your tight little ass leave the room. He thinks no one sees him, but I do.”

He slides another finger into your entrance and you mewl loudly, hips coming up again for another attempt to find friction and again getting none. He keeps his ministrations going, curling and curling, pressing and pressing on your spot. It’s getting harder to focus, harder to breathe, but Suguru keeps going. His eyes roam your face, taking in your eyes blown out with lust, your messy hair, the sheen on your kiss swollen lips - a mixture of both your saliva. 

You look wrecked and Suguru moans before he presses another sloppy kiss to your mouth. His free hand wraps around your jaw, holding you in place as he runs his tongue across your lip, seeking entrance. You grant it to him with no question and he claims your mouth greedily. He runs his tongue against yours, groaning into your mouth at the taste of you.

Suguru pulls back, lips hovering just above yours. He presses his palm to your clit and you let out a choked sob when you finally get the friction you’d been seeking. He sighs dreamily, pressing his mouth back to yours, speaking against them.

“He’d probably cum right in his pants if he saw the look on your face right now.”

He rubs his palm against your sensitive nub and you keen into his mouth, hips rolling forward in a relentless rhythm, riding Suguru’s hand while he claims your mouth again. Your hands are in his hair, tangling his soft tresses around your fingers.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breaths becoming more and more ragged as Suguru pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. Your hips are losing speed, the pleasure making you short circuit until Suguru’s free hand grabs onto you and rocks you back and forth against his palm himself.

“Don’t fucking stop”, he commands. And you move, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He presses his face back into your neck, kissing and sucking his way up to your ear where he whispers, “Cum for me, baby.”

Your head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream as your walls clamp down on Suguru’s fingers. He groans, teeth clenched as he continues pumping into you.

“Fuck. Baby, so fucking tight ”, he grits out. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.”

You nod dumbly, still coming down from your orgasm as he pulls his hands from your panties and slips them into the waistband of them, dragging them to the floor. You step out of them, your hands fumbling with his belt until you’ve finally got it undone. Suguru slaps your hands away impatiently, pulling his own pants down to his knees. His cock springs free, angry and red, dripping precum down the shaft. Suguru places a wet kiss on your lips before he grabs your hips and spins you around. He presses you against the door, pulling your hips back to meet his.

He wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it one, two, three times before he slides the tip through your folds. You moan, still sensitive from your last release.

“Your little friend at work will never know what this feels like. He’ll never have you. You’re mine . Say it.”

He presses the tip of his length into your entrance, slowly sinking in. “ Say it ”, he growls.

“Fuck! I’m yours, Suguru!” You cry out, earning a deep groan from him. 

He wraps a hand in your hair, pulling your head back at a harsh angle so he can look at you. It’s so uncomfortable, but you love it anyway. Suguru sinks into you, bending down to kiss you as he bottoms out, moaning his pleasure into your throat.

Your walls clench down on his cock and he moans again before he starts to move, pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. With his free hand, Suguru drags the cups of your bra down, freeing your breasts. The cool air against them causes your nipples to harden and Suguru takes one of your nipples between his fingers and twists. You cry out his name and he keeps moving, never letting up.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” He lets his hold on your hair go and relief washes over you as the pain in your neck recedes. He’s panting possessive obscenities while he presses you harder against the door with each rough thrust.

“No one will ever get to know what it feels like to be in this pussy. Only me. Only me. Only me ”, he grunts, mostly talking to himself now. You feel Suguru’s large hands leave your breasts and grab on to the flesh of your ass. He spreads your cheeks open, hissing at the view. 

“Baby, baby, baby. Fuck. Now when I see this, I can understand why your little friend wants you so goddamn bad. I mean- ah - shit, you’re perfection.” He purses his lips together, and you hear the loud smack of his spit hitting your asshole before you feel it. It slides down to where you and Suguru are connected, only adding to the wetness and Suguru’s hips stutter as he continues slamming into your pussy. You moan against the door, feeling your core tighten. You’re so close again. You open your mouth to tell Suguru.

“Sugu, I’m cl-“

“I’m so fucking close”, Suguru grunts, interrupting you as he leans forward, placing a hand against the door on each side of your head. Your palms are splayed out right beneath his, holding on for dear life as Suguru somehow pounds into you impossibly harder, faster.

You’re moaning wantonly now, the loud smacking noises of Suguru’s groin meeting your ass echoing throughout the apartment, adding to your pleasure. He dips down, pressing kisses down the side of your head as he tells you how you belong to him, how your pathetic coworker could never hope to ever put his hands on you. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and he rubs rough circles on it. And it’s true. You’re Suguru’s in and outside of this apartment whether anyone knows it or not. The thought brings you over the edge.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your second orgasm hits you and you scream Suguru’s name into the door, your pussy squeezing down on him so tight he yells out a loud “Godfuckingdamnit” before his hips are stuttering again. He thrusts into you over and over before he’s following your lead, crying out your name and wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you tightly to him as his hot cum fills your pussy.

You stay pressed against the door together while you both try to catch your breath, Suguru still thrusting into you softly. He’s whispering how he loves you over and over as he runs his fingers through your hair. Kissing your head, your face, your neck, anywhere he can reach in this position.

When he finally pulls out of you with a hiss, he turns you around and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He rubs his nose along the bridge of yours and sighs.

“I can’t stand the thought of another man hitting on you at work”, he says openly, honestly. He takes your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly. “Let’s tell everyone at work about us tomorrow.”

You nod up at him in agreement, content to let everyone know who it is you belong to.

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Grell: Are you flirting with me right now?

Sebastian:...

Sebastian: I'm literally stabbing you.

Grell: That doesn't answer my question.

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Ranpo: Change is inedible.

Kunikida: Don't you mean inevitable?

Ranpo, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Kaminari: We have to be careful, everyone. One of us here is possessed by an owl.

Kirishima: Who?

Kaminari: That’s the thing. We don-

Kaminari, squints at Kirishima:

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