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MISSION FILE [SYNC_002]ㅤHEAT FINDS WHAT STAYS STILL!

pilot link designation: geto suguru & gojo satoru x bottom male reader

memory fragment: the operation begins quietly—pilot satoru initiates contact: low murmurs, fingers tracing new territory. pilot suguru holds position, resisting deployment… until your vocal response disrupts his restraint. from that moment forward, neither one adheres to protocol.

lcl-embedded data: alternate universe where geto isn’t evil and still a sorcerer, exhibitionism, voyeurism, manhandling, nipple play, handjob, praise, degradation, cum eating, edging, slight overstimulation, spit as lube, unprotected sex, deepthroating, anal fingering (reader receiving), anal penetration (reader receiving), implied double penetration in the future, spitroasting, power imbalance, 7.6k words. they’re best friends, your honor!

pilot data no. 00: mb gang, forgot to turn on the option of letting people submit messages and posts LMFAOOO. if u have any requests, u can actually submit them now !!! this is my fav work so far i actually need them so bad im foaming at the mouth

it was rare—too rare—for the three of you to be complete like this. no cursed energy buzzing through the air, no half-dried blood under your nails, no first-years demanding your attention from opposite ends of a battlefield. just silence. quiet. the low drone of satoru’s tv from the living room, tuned to some cooking competition he probably forgot was even on.

“i’m just saying,” suguru’s voice carried through the wall, low and even in that way he always sounded when he was definitely not at ease, “the intelligence report said special grade, but the cursed energy readings were inconsistent. it could be masking itself, waiting. you send kids into that, they don’t come back the same.”

“they’re not kids,” came satoru’s voice—easy, careless, every syllable stretched out like he had all the time in the world. “they’re jujutsu sorcerers. and i scouted it. it’s clean.”

a beat.

“…you’re still too confident,” suguru said. “megumi hasn’t stabilized his domain. nobara’s still reckless when she’s pissed. yuuji’s—”

“—too stubborn to die,” satoru cut in, sharp but not unkind. “i know them, suguru. and i trust them.”

you stared at your reflection in the mirror above satoru’s sink.

his bathroom was always a little too clean, like no one ever used it, like it was part of some show model instead of a home. the air still clung to the last of the steam from your shower. your hair stuck to your temples. your pulse was slowing for the first time in days.

you hadn’t worn your own clothes—hadn’t felt like it. instead, you’d grabbed one of satoru’s old shirts off the clean pile he left folded on the dresser. too soft. too worn-in. it settled over your shoulders like it didn’t belong there, like it remembered the shape of someone taller, someone with a different kind of weight.

but it still fit.

not snug—never snug. satoru’s clothes always made you look small, even though you weren’t. the hem hung halfway down your thighs, sleeves swallowing your forearms. and underneath—boxers, also his, sitting loose and low on your hips. you hadn’t asked. you never did.

you stepped out of the bathroom still drying your hair, rubbing the towel over your head with one hand, the other holding the corner loosely draped around your shoulders. everything about the way you were dressed screamed comfort, but comfort wasn’t exactly what was churning under your skin.

“i’m glad you trust the kids that much,” you said, letting the towel fall around your shoulders. “but if they come back hurt, i’ll kill you.”

satoru didn’t even look sheepish. he was already lounging against the couch arm, one leg swung wide, sunglasses hanging from his fingers like he’d forgotten what they were for.

“it’s normal to come back hurt from a mission,” he whined, like you were being unreasonable. “that’s, like, half the job.”

“yeah?” you muttered, walking past him. “then you won’t mind if i rough you up first.”

he grinned—wide, bright, and entirely too pleased with himself.

“actually,” he said, grabbing your wrist and pulling, “i’m so glad you’re finally being honest about what you want.”

he then pulled you into his lap without ceremony. you stumbled, half-falling, but didn’t bother resisting. your weight settled across his thighs, shirt riding a little higher as you leaned back into him with a resigned sigh.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, firm and casual, like he always touched you like this. like it was nothing new, which it wasn’t. one hand curved around your stomach, the other already sneaking up under the hem of the shirt, not to grope—just to feel. skin to skin. like grounding himself in the fact that you were here, solid, warm.

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“you’re soft,” satoru said into your neck, voice muffled.

you felt his nose press against the side of your throat, inhaling deep, completely unbothered by how quiet it made you go for half a second. his fingers splayed wide across your abdomen, thumb dragging slow over the edge of your ribs.

you didn’t say anything at first—just let your head tilt slightly to the side, the damp edge of the towel grazing his jaw. his nose stayed pressed against your neck like he was trying to memorize the scent of his shampoo, or maybe just you. not that he needed to. you knew damn well this wasn’t the first time he’d buried his face there. it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“this is literally what you smell like,” you muttered, the words low, offhanded—more observation than complaint.

satoru’s reply was instant. smug. muffled into your skin.

“exactly.”

your mouth twitched—just a bit, like you couldn’t help the amusement that pulled at the corner of your lip even if you wanted to. he was so full of himself. and warm. and impossible to ignore.

“you’re unbelievable.”

“you’re irresistible,” he countered, not missing a beat. his voice dropped a little—lazy and pleased with himself.

“please shut up,” came suguru’s voice from the other end of the couch. calm, clipped, just this side of exasperated. “children are probably dying outside and you’re getting worked up over a shirt.”

you turned just enough to glance his way, leaning your head back slightly against satoru’s shoulder. suguru was sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, phone forgotten on the armrest beside him, his gaze fixed somewhere over your heads like he was praying for divine patience. not that it ever helped.

“you’re one to talk,” satoru shot back, lifting his chin from your shoulder long enough to give suguru a pointed look. “you act the exact same way whenever he’s wearing something of yours. don’t even deny it.”

that made suguru go still for a second. not obviously—just a faint pause, the kind you might miss if you weren’t looking. then he looked down at his hands like something very fascinating was happening to his own fingers.

you snorted. couldn’t help it. the sound came out half-laugh, half-breath, and it made satoru grin harder against your neck.

“wow,” you said, tone flat. “who would’ve thought.”

“stop talking,” suguru muttered without lifting his head.

“still love me though,” you replied, glancing at him from under your lashes.

he didn’t answer right away. just exhaled, slow and steady, like you’d asked him something too big for a simple reply.

“yeah,” he said finally. “unfortunately.”

you smiled—not wide, not loud. just a small, sharp pull at the corner of your mouth, one hand resting casually over satoru’s on your stomach, thumb brushing over his knuckles.

the tv kept playing in the background. no one was watching. the noise just filled the space like it belonged there.

you stayed where you were, pressed into satoru’s chest with his arms looped around your waist like it was second nature. he had removed the towel around your neck, leaving it hanging on the arm rest of the couch. suguru didn’t move either—just kept watching you both out of the corner of his eye, mouth neutral, eyes anything but.

you didn’t talk about it. none of you ever did. it was easier this way—wrapped up in each other, toes skimming the edge of something deeper without stepping off the ledge. friends. teammates. lovers on some days, if no one brought it up.

it would’ve been peaceful—if not for the sudden, warm sting of teeth against the nape of your neck.

“nh—!” your breath caught, spine twitching into a curve as your grip on satoru’s wrist reflexively tightened, his mouth working a sharp, wet bruise just above the dip of your shoulder. his lips were hot, tongue dragging slow over the spot as your skin shuddered beneath him. he licked again, sloppier this time, a hum vibrating against your neck when you melted further back into his chest.

“this is just ridiculous,” suguru said flatly, not even looking at either of you.

satoru didn’t lift his face. only chuckled against your skin, low and pleased, licking lazily over the fresh mark he’d left before glancing sideways toward suguru with a smirk already tugging at his mouth. “you’re always welcome to join,” he offered, the glint in his eyes unmistakable—mischievous, goading, just short of smug.

suguru’s expression didn’t twitch, but his fingers had stilled where they were draped over his knee. “you really expect me to get involved while you’re doing… that,” he said, voice carefully neutral, “in the middle of a conversation about sending teenagers to a possible death trap?”

“you don’t have to do anything,” satoru replied breezily, leaning back against the couch arm. “you can sit there and be the responsible one if you want. totally fine. i’ll just be here,” he squeezed your waist with a pointed flex of his fingers, “entertaining our favorite coworker.”

his hand—warm, a little too big, stupidly confident— fingers skating along your stomach with no urgency, just idle curiosity. he always touched like he knew your body better than his own. no hesitation, no questions. thumb grazing the line of your ribs, palm settling over the middle of your upper torso before drifting upward.

your breath hitched.

he didn’t hesitate—never did—just smoothed his hand up until his fingers curled over one of your pecs, squeezing gently, watching the subtle arch of your back in response. his thumb rolled over your nipple, once, twice, then pinched, firm.

“ah—fuck—” you gasped, hips jerking slightly in his lap.

satoru groaned against your neck, biting back a sound of his own. “mm—still so sensitive here,” he murmured, voice husky, all humor folding into heat. he pinched again, sharper this time, and the way your breath came out in a shaky moan made his cock twitch hard beneath you.

he was half-hard already—no, more than half. you could feel it, firm and thick against the curve of your ass, trapped beneath the thin fabric of his sweatpants. he started to rock into you absentmindedly, small movements, letting the friction build slow. every grind of his hips dragged the ridge of his cock right up against the swell of you, making your head tip back, lips parting on another gasp.

“satoru—”

his name slipped out before you could stop it. sharp. breathless. aching around the edges.

he groaned like he was being rewarded, rutting up against you just a little harder. “fuck,” he murmured, voice deepening. “you always sound so pretty when you say my name.”

“you can’t be serious,” suguru muttered from the end of the couch, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and fixed on a spot somewhere above your heads.

but he was still watching.

his posture had grown tight, too tight. hands locked over his knee, knuckles gone pale. he hadn’t moved from his seat but his gaze was darker, heavier, the way it always got when he was trying not to give in. his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip—an involuntary motion, one he didn’t seem to notice.

the sounds coming from your mouth—soft, ragged, rising with every twist of satoru’s fingers—weren’t helping. neither was the rhythm of satoru’s hips, the quiet weight of the couch creaking beneath the push-pull of his need. it was too slow to be anything but deliberate.

you whimpered again, not meaning to, when satoru mouthed over your shoulder, teeth scraping lightly along your skin. he rolled your nipple between his fingers at the same time, thumb flicking it until it stiffened, and you gasped, full-body shiver rippling through you.

suguru’s nostrils flared.

“you’re really gonna fuck him in the living room,” he said, finally breaking the silence, “with the front door unlocked and a mission briefing open on my phone.”

satoru huffed a laugh, exhaling against your throat. “if you’re so concerned about the door,” he said lightly, “you can always just get up and lock it.”

“you’re insufferable.”

you were panting now, soft moans slipping through your teeth as satoru’s hips ground up into you, slow and steady, cock pressed flush against the curve of your ass. the fabric between you did nothing to hide the shape of him—thick, heavy, hot even through the layers—and every time he pushed up, you couldn’t help the way your hips started rolling down to meet him.

his hand abandoned your chest to grip your waist, guiding your grind into something more rhythmic. more deliberate.

you gasped. “‘toru...”

he chuckled, low and dangerous. “so pretty, aren’t you, baby? grinding down like you need it, putting on a good show for suguru.”

his cock twitched again beneath you. you could feel how hard he was, feel the growing wet spot of precum soaking through the cotton where your ass dragged over him.

suguru shifted on the couch.

“you’re making a mess,” he said, voice too calm to be convincing.

“so come clean it up,” satoru grinned.

satoru’s fingers crept down, slipping beneath the waistband of your boxers to palm your cock directly. hot skin against hot skin. his fingers wrapped around you easily, thumb brushing over the slick head before stroking down in one smooth, teasing pull.

suguru clicked his tongue but he didn’t look away. not from your flushed face, or the way your thighs were tensing, or how the oversized shirt you wore was beginning to ride up, exposing more of your skin with every slow grind of your hips.

his gaze lingered on your stomach—on the way it flexed when satoru rutted up into you—and then trailed down between your thighs where your erection was visibly straining the borrowed boxers, the tip already damp and leaking.

“hngh, shit—!”

your whole body jerked, knees tensing, breath stuttering in your lungs.

“god, i missed this,” satoru murmured, voice hoarse. “you’re always so responsive, it’s so hot.”

he started pumping you slow, dragging his hand up and down your length while still grinding up with his cock, the rhythm perfect. the kind of friction that made your eyes roll back.

“look at him,” satoru said, louder now, for suguru’s benefit. “you really gonna sit there and pretend this doesn’t do anything to you?”

suguru didn’t answer.

his eyes moved from the sight of satoru’s hand stroking you to your parted lips, to the flushed skin of your chest where bruises were beginning to bloom from earlier touches. he looked hungry.

satoru’s hand moved faster. so did your hips.

“fuck—ah—satoru—!” you gasped, voice breaking.

the tension in suguru’s shoulders finally snapped. he stood in one fluid motion, expression blank—but his steps toward the couch were unmistakably deliberate.

satoru grinned. didn’t even try to hide it. “i knew you’d come around.”

“shut up.”

suguru was already reaching for you.

in the blink of an eye, he was in front of you—close, crouched between your knees like he owned the space, the moment, the body squirming between him and satoru. one hand cupped your cheek, fingers firm against your jaw, and the other was already sliding under the hem of your shirt.

then he kissed you—heat and spit and tongue shoved into your mouth like he meant to fuck you with it.

“mmn—nhh—!” your whimper caught between his lips, messy and desperate as he licked into you. it was filthy—wet clicks echoing in your skull, your mouth opening wider just to breathe around him. his tongue dragged along yours, slow, like he liked the taste of your need. like he wanted to hear every little breath get swallowed up in his throat.

and then behind you—“fuck—” satoru groaned, voice cracking around a ragged exhale, “holy shit—keep going, ‘guru, that’s so fuckin’ hot—”

you whined into suguru’s mouth when satoru’s hips bucked up harder beneath you, cock thick and twitching where it pressed against your ass through the soaked front of his sweats. he was grinding—sloppy, insistent, barely controlled—and every push dragged your hips forward, right into suguru’s kiss like he was feeding you into it.

“hah—f-fuck—” your moan came out shaky, voice breaking as satoru’s hand continued twisting one of your nipples, rolling it between his fingers just the way he knew made you twitch.

you jerked at the stimulation—suguru’s hand joining his, sliding up the opposite side, palm rough as it smoothed over your chest, thumb circling the untouched nipple until both of them were stiff, swollen, aching.

you yelped into his mouth, back arching into satoru’s chest behind you and suguru’s broad hand in front, caught between two bodies that knew you too well.

when suguru finally pulled back, your spit clung to his lips—thick, shiny, obscene. he licked his lower lip slow, like he meant to tease, and muttered against your mouth, voice dark and half-laughing, “so loud already.”

you could barely answer—mouth red, slick, chest heaving—but your moan when satoru’s cock ground up against your ass again said enough.

“nghh—fuck, suguru—” satoru whined from behind, nose buried in your hair, voice muffled and fucked-out. “lemme taste ‘im too.”

suguru scoffed, but he was already leaning in.

the kiss that followed was all teeth. heat. sloppier than before, spit-slick lips locking together, tongues curling deep. and their hands never stopped moving—satoru stroking your cock slow and firm, suguru still pinching and tugging at your nipples until your body started shaking.

you took the chance to press your face into suguru’s neck—moaning helplessly against his skin, licking at the sweat-damp line of his throat before closing your mouth around it and sucking hard. you needed to muffle yourself somehow. needed something hot in your mouth. something to keep the noise from spilling out while your cock throbbed in satoru’s fist and your hips kept rutting back into the thick bulge pressed between your cheeks.

“f-fuck,” satoru groaned against suguru’s mouth. “he’s leaking all over my hand, ‘guru—he’s fucking dripping.”

“he always does when he’s desperate,” suguru muttered, voice low, and then you felt his hand snake down, joining satoru’s around your cock.

“ah—! fuck—”

two hands jerking your cock together, wet strokes pumping you in tandem. one slick with your precum, the other dragging the head through your mess with each pull. their pace wasn’t gentle. it wasn’t slow. it was practiced—and it made your thighs tremble.

“he’s gonna cum,” suguru said flatly, dragging his thumb over the slit, smearing more mess down your length. “you hear how he’s breathing?”

satoru whispered against your ear, breath hot and ragged, “all fucked out and we haven’t even bent you over yet.”

you sobbed into his neck, sucking a new bruise onto his skin like it might save you.

“mmnh—s-satoru—suguru—please—”

their groans were practically in sync, low and wrecked and hungry, and their hands didn’t stop once. they just worked your cock harder, faster, greedier—like they were trying to make you spill, like they wanted to feel you fall apart between them.

the pressure broke all at once.

“nnh—! aaah—f-fuck—!” your whole body snapped taut, thighs quivering against satoru’s legs as your back bowed into suguru’s chest. your cock pulsed hard between their fists—thick, wet spurts spilling over their fingers, painting both their hands in heat as your head lolled back against satoru’s shoulder, mouth falling open around the wrecked cry you couldn’t even bite down.

hot.

suguru felt it first, the warmth of your cum streaking over his knuckles, slicking down the veins of your shaft and pooling in his palm—and the twitch it sent through him was instant, involuntary. his cock jerked in his pants, tight and unforgiving, already aching from how long he’d been holding back. he bit his lip, barely suppressing a groan, brows furrowing as he stared down at the mess you’d made.

“shit…” he exhaled, quiet but rough.

behind you, satoru made a strangled noise—half gasp, half whimper—like he’d just barely stopped himself from crossing the edge with you.

he had to force his hand between your damp, sweat-slicked body and his own, yanking the waistband of his sweats down just enough to shove his hand inside and wrap around the base of his cock. he gripped tight, breathing hard, trying to ground himself before the wet drag of your ass and the broken sounds you were making made him shoot untouched.

“ngh—fuckfuckfuck—had to, baby,” he muttered against your shoulder, voice frantic, pupils blown wide. “you were clenching—fuck, you were grinding on me like that and—shit—had to hold it or i’d’ve made a fucking mess—”

meanwhile, their hands didn’t stop.

they stroked you through it—milking every drop, every twitch, every overstimmed pulse of your cock. suguru’s fingers were more precise now, tightening just beneath the head, dragging the slick over your shaft like he wanted to see you squirm. satoru was messier, palm gliding up and down your length, smearing your cum with every pump, loving the way you whimpered—“hah—s’too much—mmn—!”

“shhh,” suguru murmured, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “you’re doing so good.”

satoru panted, laughing breathlessly as he pulled his hand free of your cock and brought it up to your lips, fingers glistening with your cum. “made such a mess—open up for me, c’mon—lemme see that pretty mouth.”

suguru brought his own hand to his mouth, smearing your release over two fingers before sucking them in, groaning low as he tasted you—rich and warm, still fresh. his eyes fluttered half-shut as he pulled off with a soft pop. “tastes better than last time,” he muttered, smirking faintly. “you been drinking more water?”

your lips parted obediently, still shaking, still dazed—and satoru slid two fingers past your tongue without hesitation. you moaned, soft and broken, as your mouth closed around them. he fed them deeper, slow, until your lips were wrapped around the base and your tongue was lapping instinctively at your own taste.

you made a muffled sound around satoru’s fingers, and he laughed.

“always talkative even with something in his mouth,” satoru teased, slowly sliding his fingers out. strands of spit clung between them and your lips, and he didn’t let it go to waste—he grabbed suguru by the front of his shirt and pulled him down.

their mouths crashed again—wet, open, tongue-first.

you slumped forward, breath catching against suguru’s collarbone, head resting on his shoulder while the sounds of their kissing filled the room. loud. messy. so fucking wet.

you didn’t need to see it—you could feel the tension between them, the flick of suguru’s tongue against satoru’s teeth, the quiet grunt satoru made as he tilted his head to deepen it. they kissed like they were starving, tasting your cum on each other’s tongues, swallowing the mess down.

and then, just as you were starting to come down—heart still hammering, body twitching with aftershocks—suguru’s hand slid back to your hips.

he tugged at the waistband of the boxers you wore, slow and deliberate, dragging them down over your thighs, your knees, until they were off and discarded somewhere on the living room floor. the cool air hit your skin and made you shiver.

“you ready for more, baby?” suguru asked without even looking at you. his voice was low, steady, patient—but there was a weight to it, like he already knew the answer. like he knew exactly what your body was already begging for.

satoru didn’t wait. he wrapped his arms under your knees, palms hooking beneath the bend of your legs as he shifted your body easily—lifting, adjusting, until you were tilted back into his chest, legs spread wide and feet up in the air, hole exposed between your thighs like an offering.

“there,” he grinned, holding you open for suguru, breathing against your ear. “he’s all yours.”

suguru didn’t say a word. he just held out his hand, palm up, fingers curled slightly—expectant.

satoru grinned and leaned forward, eyes half-lidded and devilish. “say please.”

suguru didn’t even blink.

“mm. fine, be like that.” satoru tilted his head and spat.

thick, clear spit landed right in the center of suguru’s waiting fingers, webbing between them. suguru rubbed his fingers together, coating them slow, deliberate, until they glistened. then his gaze lowered—fixed right where your body was laid out so perfectly open, your hole twitching with every breath.

“deep breath,” he said, quiet.

your breath hitched the second his fingers touched you—middle finger circling the rim, slow and steady. the slick dragged with it, cooling in the air. you twitched, instinctively trying to close your legs, but satoru just cooed and held your knees wider.

you turned your face into his neck—hot, flushed, hiding—but he laughed softly, cheek nuzzling into your hair.

“shy now?” he whispered, tone saccharine. “but you were begging to cum five minutes ago. c’mon, baby, let him in.”

and you did.

suguru’s finger slipped inside with too much ease—your body opening up around him like muscle memory. like it knew who he was. like it was welcoming him home. and he went right for it—no teasing, no slow buildup—his fingertip angled just right and pressed down into your prostate like a switch.

your whole body jerked.

“nhgh—fuck—!” you choked, voice cracking into a moan as your back arched into satoru’s chest. your hands gripped at his forearms, fingernails pressing into skin, desperate for something to hold onto.

“there it is,” suguru murmured, low and calm like your moans weren’t wrecking him. he pulled out partway, then sank back in, again and again—his rhythm steady, each thrust dragging over that same sensitive spot until your thighs trembled where satoru held them.

“feel good?” satoru whispered, hot against your ear. “fuckin’ sounds like it—listen to yourself.”

you whimpered again as suguru added his ring finger.

the stretch was obscene.

“f-fuck—suguru—” you whined, barely able to speak.

his fingers were thick, slow as they pushed in together—wet, unforgiving. the stretch made your breath come out in stutters, your hole fluttering around the intrusion even though you’d taken him a hundred times before. it never got easier, not with suguru.

his fingers worked in tandem, scissoring open, filling you, curving up to brush your prostate again until your thighs flexed uselessly in the air.

his other hand curled around your ankle, thumb stroking the bone idly, steadying you like he was trying to keep you grounded while he ruined you. his expression hadn’t changed—still calm, steady—but his eyes were half-lidded now, jaw tight.

“tight as ever,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone.

satoru laughed, loud and gleeful behind you.

“tight?” he echoed, voice teasing and ragged at the same time. “babe, it’s his special talent. tight no matter how many times we fuck him. he could take both of us every night and he’d still squeeze like a virgin.”

you gasped.

the idea hit you like a bolt—visceral, deep—and the noise you let out was barely a sound at all, more a shuddering, high keen from the back of your throat. suguru’s fingers didn’t even slow.

they both paused.

“…well,” satoru murmured, eyebrows raised. “wasn’t expecting that.”

suguru chuckled, slow and breathy, pressing a kiss to your shin as his fingers curled again. “sweetheart,” he said, dry, “you didn’t even try to hide how much you liked that.”

you were trembling, face still buried in satoru’s neck, teeth clenched around a whine. his cock was flush against your lower back—bare now, slick, twitching where it lay pressed against the waistband of your shirt. he was rutting into you shallowly without realizing it, every little sound from you sending another pulse through his shaft.

“we’ll entertain that next time,” suguru murmured, voice low and dark, “but don’t think we’re not thinking about it now.”

satoru exhaled hard—sharp and shaky.

his cock jerked against your back, a smear of precum wetting the fabric between you.

“fuck,” he hissed, wrapping an arm tighter under your thighs. “fuck, ‘guru, i’m so hard it hurts.”

“that’s not my fault.”

“it is when your fingers are knuckle-deep in him.”

his fingers curled again, stretching you wider, pressing deep and slow, every stroke of his knuckles brushing your prostate. your hole fluttered around him, spit-slick and squeezing tight, and you were panting—mouth open, eyes unfocused, body pliant as satoru held you open and suguru worked you loose.

suguru’s lips twitched. but he didn’t stop.

“he likes the idea,” suguru murmured, and his fingers scissored wider, stretching you open until you were shaking. “he wants us at the same time.”

“you’re dripping again,” satoru murmured, glancing down. “you’re gonna make another mess before we even get inside you.”

your moan said everything you couldn’t.

satoru was the one to break first—voice breathy, stretched thin with need, his cock twitching where it pressed slick and flushed against the small of your back.

“can’t we just do it now?” he whined, grinding up subtly beneath you as if his hips had a mind of their own. “come on, ‘guru, you know how bad i’ve wanted to try double for like—forever. please?”

“we don’t have lube, satoru. whose fault is that again?” suguru said flatly, eyes still locked on the way your hole squeezed around his fingers.

he drew the word out like a brat, lips grazing your ear as he dragged it into a pout that was audible. his voice dipped sweet and petulant all at once, pitchy and fucked-over from arousal.

“not mine,” came satoru’s immediate reply, tone too quick, too practiced. which meant—yes. obviously his fault.

suguru didn’t even blink.

“you said that last time.”

“last time, it wasn’t important!”

“you said that last time, too.”

“fuck,” satoru groaned, forehead dropping against your temple with a dramatic thump. “you’re actually so cruel. do you even hear yourself?”

“yes,” suguru replied, calm as ever. “i’d love to fuck him right here on this couch at the same time, but unless you want him bleeding out on the towel rack, it’s not happening tonight.”

his pout was almost comical if you weren’t already boneless and sweating in his lap, jaw slack and trembling around every breath.

satoru whined. loudly.

“…fine,” he grumbled eventually, kissing your hair like he was apologizing to you directly. “next time. but we’re buying lube in bulk.”

“you say that every time.”

“this time i’ll write it on the fucking board.”

“you mean the board you’ve never once looked at in your life?”

satoru huffed, muttering something into your shoulder about how his memory was still better than suguru’s stupid clipboard. but then suguru’s hand flexed—just the subtlest shift—and a third finger slid in.

your moan cracked straight out of your chest. loud. shivery.

“nnh—ah, shit—”

your thighs jerked in satoru’s arms, whole body twitching as that third finger dragged inside alongside the other two—thick stretch forcing your hole wide around the intrusion. suguru moved slow, careful, rotating his wrist with practiced precision, letting the pads of his fingers nudge and press into your prostate again and again.

it was too much. it wasn’t enough. you couldn’t decide if you wanted to run or beg for more.

your hips tried to squirm back—reflex, your body seeking escape from the constant pressure—but satoru just laughed and adjusted his grip.

“mm-mm,” he cooed, squeezing behind your knees with both arms locked under them, holding you wide open. “where d’you think you’re going, baby? not gettin’ away that easily.”

you whimpered as your hole fluttered helplessly around suguru’s fingers. he had you pinned—completely—and worse, he was taking his time. curling, dragging, stretching you with measured control while his other hand remained wrapped firm around your ankle, thumb brushing idly along your skin like he wasn’t actively fingering you open to the edge of sanity.

“you’re gripping,” suguru muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “like you want to pull me in.”

you were clenching around him like his fingers belonged there—slick, tight muscle squeezing. every stroke made your thighs jump, every shift in angle had your head tilting back against satoru’s shoulder, gasping. drooling.

“shit,” suguru exhaled, voice a notch lower. “you’re milking me like it’s my cock.”

satoru groaned, hips bucking involuntarily. his cock was thick and flushed, dark red at the tip and leaking against your back, smearing precum in messy little arcs every time he shifted.

“fuck, suguru,” satoru mumbled, breath stuttering. “you’re gonna make me bust with all that talking before we even fuck him.”

suguru’s gaze never lifted.

he was transfixed—eyes locked on your hole, the way it stretched obscenely around his fingers, the way you twitched with every press, the slow, greedy suck of your body trying to keep him there.

his fingers curled again. you cried out.

and both of them watched you fall apart. they knew it wouldn’t take long.

your thighs were already twitching in satoru’s grip, your breaths coming in fast, whimpering pants, and suguru could feel the telltale flutter around his fingers—the way your hole clenched down, tight and desperate, trying to milk him deeper. if he so much as curled his fingers one more time—

you’d cum again. too fast. too easy.

and although they loved nothing more than watching you fall apart over and over, not yet this time.

suguru sighed, almost reluctant as he slowly pulled his fingers free. your body clung to them like it didn’t want to let go, and the moment they slipped out, you let out a wrecked, broken cry—high and desperate, hips twitching, clenching down around nothing.

he grinned. couldn’t help it.

you looked at him with glassy eyes, lips parted, face flushed down to your throat. suguru leaned forward, brushing your hair back with his clean hand, then pressed a slow kiss to your lips—tasting your breath, licking into your mouth just to make you whimper again.

“don’t pout,” he murmured between kisses. “we’re gonna fill you up with something bigger.”

you barely managed a sound, somewhere between a whimper and a thank you.

suguru nodded once at satoru, and satoru lit up like someone handed him a winning ticket.

“yes!” he cheered, loud and shameless, the grip under your knees tightening as he lifted you effortlessly. “fuck, finally—been waiting all day.”

he adjusted his hips fast, the head of his cock dragging across your hole, already sticky and flushed from rutting against your skin. suguru moved too—reaching down, curling his fingers around satoru’s shaft, steadying him.

satoru moaned loud and sharp at the contact, hips twitching as suguru’s thumb dragged briefly over the sensitive underside of the head.

“steady,” suguru said coolly, even though the corners of his mouth were twitching up. “you’ll get your treat.”

and then satoru dropped you onto his cock like gravity was a gift from god.

“—f-fuck!” you cried, head snapping back, entire body going taut as you sank down all at once.

satoru’s eyes rolled clean into the back of his skull, mouth falling open, a helpless, wrecked moan dragging from the bottom of his lungs. “holyshit—hah, fuck, fuck—” he panted, hands clenching under your knees to keep from shaking. “so fucking tight—he’s squeezing—shit—”

your hole throbbed around him, stretched and stuffed full so suddenly that your mouth hung open on a silent gasp. your thighs twitched in the air where satoru held them, legs spread shamelessly, completely open for them to see everything—how your body swallowed satoru’s cock down to the hilt in one slow, brutal slide.

suguru licked his lips, eyes dragging down from the mess of your face to the slick stretch between your cheeks.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered under his breath, hand already at his jeans. he made quick work of the button, dragging the zipper down as he tugged his cock free. he was hard as a rock—thick and flushed, already leaking. his other hand came up to stroke the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone as he looked down at you. “think you got anything left in that pretty mouth for me?”

“thought so,” suguru murmured, voice warm and tight with restraint. “satoru—hold it for a second.”

your nod was immediate. frantic. you’d never agreed to anything faster in your life.

“wha—” satoru groaned, hips stuttering beneath you. “you’re killing me.”

“just for a second.”

“fine—fine, fuck—just make it quick.”

suguru guided you forward with that same steady hand on your cheek, gently coaxing your head down until your face hovered over the fat head of his cock. he sucked in a sharp breath the second your breath hit him, hips twitching forward on instinct.

“open up.”

you did, lips parting wide, tongue flat and ready.

he pushed in slow—at first—letting your lips slide over the head, letting your mouth close around him like muscle memory. you moaned, soft and low, your mouth already slick and obedient.

then satoru snapped his hips up.

“fuck!” you choked, the force of his thrust driving you forward on suguru’s cock, burying more of him in your mouth. your throat adjusted automatically, and suguru let out a sharp groan, hand fisting in your hair.

your lips were already stretched around him, spit slick and shiny. he was only halfway in, and his tip was already hitting the back of your throat—except there was no gag, no recoil. they’d trained you too well. your throat just opened, compliant and hot, swallowing around him.

“holy shit,” satoru gasped, starting to thrust up into you again, pace increasing. “he’s sucking you off while I’m inside him—‘guru, holy fuck—”

his grip in your hair tightened as he started to move—hips thrusting forward, slow and controlled, easing back before pushing all the way in again. every time satoru thrust up into your hole, suguru’s cock filled your throat a second later, their pace gradually syncing until both ends of you were being fucked in tandem.

he’s seen the sight so many times but it never fails to turn him on.

you moaned around suguru, vibrations shooting up his cock as your throat clenched around the tip.

“shit—” suguru curses, voice hoarse. “taking it like you were fucking made for it.”

“he is,” satoru panted, face buried in your neck now. “he’s perfect—tightest fucking thing, mouth and ass—fuck—”

your moans were all muffled, throat stretched around suguru’s cock, body bouncing in satoru’s lap as he fucked into you faster, deeper. spit and precum smeared your lips, your thighs shook in satoru’s arms, and both of them looked at you like you were their favorite meal.

and they were starving.

satoru’s pace picked up first.

“fuck—fuck, listen to that,” he groaned, hips slapping up into you, skin meeting skin with slick, wet sounds. “hear how wet you are? makin’ a mess on my dick—fuckin’ filthy.”

his grip on your thighs tightened, pulling your knees higher as he drove into you from below, fucking up so deep the tip of his cock slammed into your prostate with every thrust. your body twitched from the constant pressure—overworked, overstretched, overstimulated—and satoru ate it up like candy, laughing breathlessly when you choked around suguru’s cock again.

“c’mon, baby, don’t go all dumb on us now—use that throat,” he huffed, sweat dripping down his temple. “he’s not even halfway done with you.”

suguru grunted lowly as your mouth clenched around his cock. he now had both hands on your head, one tangled in your hair, the other guiding your jaw as he fucked your face in long, steady thrusts.

“throat’s so tight,” he muttered, staring down at you with hooded eyes. “sucking me in like you want to swallow my balls too.”

you moaned around him, and the noise made him twitch inside you, cock pulsing where it slid down your throat.

“god,” suguru growled, pace stuttering just slightly, hips rocking forward harder. the sound you made—half choked, half desperate—had satoru bucking up even harder beneath you.

he gasped, hips slamming up. “baby—fuck—you’re clenching so fuckin’ tight—you’re gonna make me cum—”

“not yet,” suguru said, voice sharp despite how fucked he sounded. “wait for me.”

“then go faster.”

suguru grinned. “don’t tell me what to do.”

still—his hips snapped forward harder, dragging your mouth down the full length of his cock until your nose was buried in his pubes, your throat bulging with the stretch. his balls smacked your chin, heavy, and your eyes watered even though there wasn’t a single hint of resistance—your body just taking it like it was second nature.

the rhythm they set was brutal—satoru spearing up into your ass, suguru shoving forward into your throat, one right after the other, filling you from both ends in perfect sync.

every thrust from one drove you deeper into the other.

you weren’t just taking it—you were used. bouncing in satoru’s lap, cock neglected, drool spilling from your lips and dripping down onto your chest, body quivering from the stretch and slap of skin on skin. their hands were everywhere—satoru's gripping your thighs like a vice, suguru’s tangled in your hair, both of them panting, fucking, moaning above you like animals.

“you’re gonna make me cum,” satoru panted. “you’re—fuck—gonna make me blow all the way up in you, baby—fuckin’—hah, so deep—”

“mmn—you’re drooling,” suguru said darkly, watching a long line of spit fall from your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to see your mouth swollen and ruined. “gonna cum down that throat and you’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.”

satoru lost it first.

with one sharp cry—“ahh, fuck, fuck!”—his hips jerked up hard, slamming into you one final time as his cock pulsed deep inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling into your guts. he moaned right into your ear, long and drawn out, hips twitching through it, cock buried to the hilt. the warmth flooded your insides, thick and hot, and your hole clenched down around him like it didn’t want to let go.

“nghh—so full,” he gasped, breath catching. “fuck—you’re squeezing me out—”

that’s what pushed suguru over.

his grip in your hair tightened, yanking your mouth flush to his base one last time. his cock throbbed deep in your throat, and you felt the first spurt shoot straight down before he even moaned. the sound was wrecked—low, drawn-out, deep in his chest—and his hips rocked forward, spilling everything he had down your throat.

you swallowed automatically.

satoru was still panting behind you, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead, mouth open and dazed as his hands stroked gently along your calves.

“shit—good boy,” suguru breathed, hips twitching forward once more. “don’t waste a drop.”

suguru pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, watching your lips stay parted, tongue lolling out as you blinked up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. he leaned down and kissed your temple, thumb brushing your wet cheekbone.

“you did so good, sweetheart,” he murmured. “so, so good for us.”

you were trembling. empty. used. and more than satisfied.

satoru slowly laid you back against his chest, arms wrapping around you in a protective, bone-deep hold, murmuring little nonsense against your ear.

“so proud’a you, baby,” he said, peppering kisses into your hair, cheek, jaw. “took it all—took both of us.”

your legs were still twitching occasionally, brain catching up with your body. suguru pulled his shirt off and used it to wipe the drool and spit from your chin and chest, careful and quiet.

he didn’t speak until your breathing evened out. then he pressed a kiss to your collarbone, dragging it up to your throat. “next time,” he whispered. “next time, we do it for real.”

and satoru—lazy and glowing, cock still softening inside you—just hummed in agreement. “mmm. gonna wreck you, sweetheart. promise.”

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maltcha · 6 days ago

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pairing. yandere!sugar daddy x gn!reader

synopsis. you were getting sick of your current job, needing to take overtime just so that you could spend a little bit more on your interests for once. seeing you in distress, your friend suggests for you to go on a sugar daddy website. what could possibly go wrong?

content warnings. 18+, age-gap (around 10 years), yandere tendencies, porn with plot, obsessive behaviours, stalking, sir kink, blowjob, handjob, drunk sex, usage of drugs, hickeys, marking kink

word count. 4.6k

the sound of the clock ticks in your cubicle.

your eyes were getting hazy and you feel your sanity slowly leaving your body. you finally glanced at the clock, seeing that it was 10 pm, making you sigh silently.

you stretched out your arms and cracked your back, feeling tired for the fifth time today. god knows how much coffee you consumed to get the reports done, but you did it. all for the sake of getting your overtime salary.

as you pack up and clean up your desk, you feel the day’s exhaustion hitting you like a truck. you finally clocked out for the day, and you checked the date, 23rd of august. “three more days until it’s pay day..” you murmured, heading to the parking lot and got in your car.

you started the engine and drove back to your apartment in silence. “i’ve been going home at 10 pm every day for the past month, so it’s an additional…” you murmured, calculating the hours you work in a day.

“five more hours, so 13 hours a day for working.. and then..” you were calculating for your pay this month. “around three thousand.. well, that’s better” at least you’re getting more money.

it’s not as if the company is a bad company, you were just stuck with the same salary for almost a year and a half now. you were waiting until you got to become a permanent staff member and have a salary increase so that you wouldn’t have to keep doing an extra five hours just to spend on your interests a bit more.

“one point four thousand left to spend.. okay, that should be good i think. i hope.” you grumbled to yourself.

the car ride was around 30 minutes before you pulled up to your apartment. you went into the lift, then your floor and made a b-line straight to your unit. “i’m home..” you murmured as you see your two roommates sitting on the couch and watching a movie.

they paused the movie and looked at your face with a wince. “jesus, ( name ), you look like a zombie.”

“gee… thanks becca” you grumbled, taking off your shoes and locking the door before putting your work bag on the dining table.

“no but seriously dude, you look like you just got hit by a truck”

“i’m aware of that nate” you murmured, finally plopping down on the couch.

you lived with two people, having to split the rent and bills with each other. nathaniel and rebecca. rebecca is an engineering student, she is doing her masters right now, and her university is nearby, hence why she’s renting. while nathaniel is working in a tech company, but he follows the 9-5 seriously and gets back home at around 5pm.

“have you eaten dinner yet?” rebecca asks gently as you shook your head. “too busy with the work to really go and grab dinner. plus, i only eat like, once a day, so i should be fine” “dude. that’s not healthy”

“yeah yeah” you waved it off. the both of them looked at each other before looking at you and rebecca immediately grabbed both of your shoulders. “you cannot keep living like this ( name ). you’re bound to die from exhaustion if you keep this up”

you looked at her and sighed, knowing that she’s not wrong necessarily. but it’s what you had to do, you can’t keep having the minimum wage every month and only have around a hundred bucks to spend for your own entertainment.

“then what else am i supposed to do? i can’t quit this job, i’ve been here for around a year and a half. plus, my bosses are genuinely nice and all.”

“we know that, but what you’re doing right now is literally going to kill you.” nathaniel tried to put his input before rebecca sighs and looked at you.

“i have a suggestion, but, promise not to freak out” you hummed and slowly nodded, wondering what she might say.

“get a sugar daddy.”

“rebecca what—”

“no, ( name ), hear me out on this.”

you grumbled. even if you wanted to refute and say no to the idea, but the thought of you finally having a break seemed nice. so, you thought you should humour her for a bit.

“you’re attractive, ( name ). so someone out there is most definitely willing to pay for your time. you can try it out once, and if you don’t like it, you can pull out. just once, please? i actually like my roommate, believe it or not”

you snorted at her words before sighing. “once.” you see the both of them smiling. you were just glad that tomorrow is a weekend. they’ll probably set up your sugar baby account tomorrow.

and how right you were.

when the next day came by, the three of you were on the couch and rebecca was choosing one of your photos to put as a profile pic on the website.

“ughhh maybe i shouldn’t have agreed to your words when i’m delirious, becca”

“shhh this is for your own good, trust me.”

you doubt that anyone would consider you attractive enough to pay for your time. hell, in fact, maybe you’ll forget about it after a week since no one would want you. the setting of the account was done, and you got up from the couch from exasperation.

“this is so stupid, no one would want me—” but the sound of your phone notification rung in the room and you paused.

“well, maybe someone does want you!” nathaniel showed your screen in excitement, and you looked at the profile to see a man there and he texted you in interest of wanting to be your sugar daddy.

looks like you have a date to put in your calendar now.

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third’s time the charm, he supposes.

he isn’t desperate to have a sugar baby, not by a long shot. but he’s been getting more and more pent up the longer he waits. the last time he had done this was three years ago, and that sugar baby was a bust. being extremely clingy is one thing, but to be overly bratty is another.

raymond is a man who thrives on punishment and the thrill of adrenaline. his last sugar baby gave him headaches and the urge to silence him permanently.

this thing; the entire sugar baby-sugar daddy situation, he only sees it as a transaction. pay for some time to have someone warm his bed, and that’s it. he doesn’t need strings attached to him because it’ll just slow him down.

he’s been born into this business. to lead the mafia with precision since young, and he didn’t have a good example of a stable love life with his parents either. love is a weakness, especially in his line of work.

they could be used as collateral just so he could do his enemies’ bidding. but luckily for him, he has never fell in love. and he doubts that this sugar baby website will bring him love.

to a certain point in raymond’s life, he always thought he was incapable of love. and perhaps in a different life, where he wasn’t born into the mafia, where he could live however he wanted without the dangers lurking in the shadows, maybe he would’ve found someone he loved — hell, maybe he would’ve been married and had kids by now.

but that’s not this life.

and currently, he’s just a man who needed a good hole to fuck. this isn’t charity work after all. he wanted company in bed, and if he really needs to, then company for events.

for now, he needs to prioritise finding the right sugar baby for his standards. and he hopes that they wouldn’t be just as troublesome as the last one.

as he scrolled through the website, his eyes caught a new profile. usually he knows that new profilers meant that they were desperate for cash. but he isn’t so sure if this person would cling onto him at every chance they get… his fingers stopped his scrolling.

well aren’t you a gorgeous thing? your looks were up to his standard, and he didn’t know why but he felt as if there was a pull to the screen for him to have you.

so, he did something irrational and texted you first. you were typing for too long for a short reply, but he supposes it’s your first time. he’ll need to create a new sugar baby contract for you then. and he’s a little curious to know how you’d take on your new title.

there was a date set, and was free during that time slot. he made sure you were aware that he’s a man who cherishes his time, which meant that he did not tolerate any lateness. if you were even late for five minutes, he’ll cancel this transaction.

he’s not taking risks for someone who could be incompetent.

but still, he had a feeling you’ll exceed his expectations. and that’s something he’s willing to try out.

he was going to turn off his phone, to continue on with his work, but his eyes kept lingering on your profile. a wave of desperate knowledge hitting him; he needed to know everything about you.

he rationalised with himself, saying he’s just doing this because he needed to know if you’re competent, but he knows that deep down it isn’t. and he doesn’t know why. so, he started to search you up.

he came across your linkedin since that’s where he knew he should start. he found your job. you were a fresh grad, working for a company who paid minimum wages — and he sees why you’re so desperate to get money now. he looked at the company’s website, seeing that you were the employee of the month, being their best employee by showing incredible results you had done for the company.

at least he knows that you’re hardworking and willing to bend your back now.

he then found which university you had attended and it began with his social media searching. he found you in the end, he got obsessed to know how you were on social media, he sees your posts but he also knew that this was most definitely not your spam account.

seeing your main, seeing this meant that he’s only seeing what you present to the world, maybe family members, maybe some friends you weren’t close to. all he knows that this may not be the real you. and he’s not satisfied with that.

it’s fine. he has time.

he’ll ask his men to do some more research about you. he has the resources. but he had a feeling in his gut, he didn’t want anyone else getting to you.

what if some other bastard tries to get his hands on you?

he can’t have that. no.

he’ll have you all to himself now. he’ll find a way to know you more, and soon he’ll know you better than you know yourself before the day you were set to meet him.

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you had finally gotten your pay after three days. and just as you calculated it, you have around a thousand and four hundred to spend.

you were thankful that you worked up to this point and that meant that you can actually think about what to spend with that money. were you tempted to pay for your games? absolutely. the new cards were coming out, and you wanted to get them because you heard that it was good.

but you also knew that you had three more cards days until you meet your sugar daddy. after talking with him in the chats for a while, you knew him to raymond.

maybe tomorrow you’ll clock out early instead of the usual timings so that you can focus on buying some clothes to meet raymond. you were nervous to say the least, and the fact is, you don’t have anything to wear. all your clothes were for comfort, and even if there was anything that seemed nice, it wouldn’t fit with the place you were going in the first place.

he wanted to meet up at a fancy restaurant. do you have anything fancy? only formal attire that you use for work if there is a meeting, though you’re not sure if that’s enough. so, you went to your roommates that night, asking for assistance in what to wear. and they did you justice for the next day.

the three of you went on a shopping spree. well, as much of a shopping spree you could do with your amount of money in your card. “we’re aiming for presentable in a fancy restaurant.” you tell them as rebecca looked the most excited for this.

“alright!”

“why are you so excited becca..?”

“she’s been wanting to doll you up for the longest time, let her be” nathaniel chuckles softly as you sighed.

“but i don’t think i have bad style..?”

“no you don’t, she’s just like that to everyone and herself. i was the victim last time when i told her to help me out on a date”

you snorted at nathaniel’s words but went along with it. rebecca practically dragged you from one aisle to another, picking out what seemed best for you and asked nathaniel for colour opinions.

as you watch the both of them go around and pick some clothes for you, you suddenly get a message on your phone.

raymond i’d suggest getting anything black. it would suit you, and the place we’re going.

you blinked at the message you had received and looked around the place to see if he was there. that would be weird and coincidental if you had met him before the date you both had set for the luncheon.

( name ) alright? but are you at the shop right now?

raymond no, i just assumed that you may be wondering about what to wear for our date. are you in the middle of shopping currently?

( name ) yes i am. i’m with my roommates. we’re trying to choose something for me to wear

raymond then as i said, black would suit you best.

( name ) alright. thank you.. i’ll see you on the day itself.

and he left you on read. you were a little bit confused but you tried not to think too much about it and went back shopping with your roommates, telling them what raymond had told you just now.

in the end, you three had settled with a black top with a small slit in the middle of your neck with black slacks. “let’s hope this is enough guys” you murmured to yourself as they hummed and nodded.

“i think that it would. we saw you trying it on just now, it fits the vibe” nathaniel mused as you sighed before just nodding along. the three of you went back home and made dinner with the groceries you guys have left.

when it came to the day of the luncheon, you felt a little nervous because you didn’t know if you dressed well for him or not. first impressions do matter after all.

you came in five minutes earlier than the set time because you didn’t want to be late nor did you want to seem too laid back on this. as you went to where he reserved a seat, it was just an empty room, and you felt awkward. you didn’t necessarily know what to do in this situation, and you were fiddling with your phone.

you scrolled down your feed, trying to calm yourself down from the inevitable. and in the end the door opened which revealed him. you blinked when you saw the man.

he’s gorgeous. brown hair, dark brown eyes, some facial hair on him — he was built like a greek statue and you felt out of place. maybe you shouldn’t have done this.

“( name ), correct?” he asks as you nodded slowly. “mr.raymond.. right?” he gives you a small smile before sitting down across from you.

“that’s right, dear” he murmured.

you feel his eyes on you and you find yourself squirming under his gaze. you didn’t know what to talk about, but all you knew was that you didn’t belong here. in such a fancy restaurant with someone who’s 10 years older, and with someone who carries himself as if he has the entire world underneath his feet.

“let’s discuss on the contract, about our wants and needs” he started, calling the waiter for to order his meal. you looked at the menu hesitantly and he looked at you “get whatever you want, i can pay for everything” you knew that mentally, but you were still worried.

you were about to try to find the cheapest thing on the menu but even then it was 70 bucks. you felt like you were going to die deep down and raymond could see the look on your face which made him chuckle.

“so?”

you mentally sighed and closed your eyes when it came to looking at the prices. you chose one of the meals and he ordered something else. the waiter took your orders and left, leaving you have some privacy with raymond.

“so,” he looked at you and hummed. “what are you expecting out of this relationship?” he asks as you looked at the table, trying to think about everything. “uhm.. monetary value, of course?” you say as he muses at your words “and are you willing to do anything in regards to getting your money?”

you were hesitant but you nodded slowly. “we can start off slow, if that helps you ease into this. i’m not doing this for charity work, of course. i expect to have company in bed, and if it came to it, company during events.” he explained as you nodded.

you knew this was going to happen. after all, this is supposed to be a sugar baby-sugar daddy dynamic. “right.. then.. may i ask when are we starting the uh.. activities, per say?” he just gives you a smile.

“tonight.”

you almost choked out the water you were drinking. “o-oh.. i uh.. i see..” it’s not as if you were a virgin to begin with, especially in this generation. but you never had pleasurable experiences when you did it.

“again, we can start off slow, figure out your kinks and pleasures.” he reminded you and you nodded. the food came soon enough and you sat there, eating your meal as he slowly eased you into being slightly relaxed for the night that is bound to come.

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it was the end of the day now. he bought you dinner after buying some of the things that you had wanted. it took him a while to convince you — in reality, he told you that anything you laid eyes upon he will buy it immediately — and in the end you caved and got the things that you wanted.

most of it was merch of the games that you wanted to play, bands that you enjoyed, merch of shows that you love. all the things to decorate your room with, if anything.

and he finds that to be an endearing part of you. he told you that if you wanted to get clothes or jewellery you could, but you were still adamant on that, so maybe another time then.

regardless, you were now in his house. he invited you to come here, because driving late at night would be dangerous, he told you. you stayed and he gave you a drink of two, and in the end, you had gotten drunk.

he had slipped in an aphrodisiac in your drink, and you felt the heat everywhere in your body. your mind felt fuzzy and you looked at him with a glazed expression which made him hum. “you can’t take your alcohol can you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms as you wrap yourself around him.

now that he’s seen you drunk, he can’t afford to have you be drunk without him being around. if anything, he just wants to be the only one who sees you like this. helpless and vulnerable, and so very ripe for the taking. he sees the look in your eyes, the way you parted your lips and leaned closer to him.

he hums and tilts your chin up so that he could pull you in closer and kiss you ever so softly. your lips tasted sweet, or maybe it was the alcohol, he can’t tell anymore. all he knew is that he was addicted by the taste of you the moment he had kissed you.

he held onto your waist a bit tighter to keep you in place and you wrapped your arms around his neck. his hands went down to the back of your thighs and brought them up, which you hopped a bit and wrapped your legs around his waist, making him groan.

“that’s it sweetheart” he grunted against your lips, now carrying you all the way to his room while he made sure you’d be breathless by the kisses. he had sat down at the edge of the bed and pulled away, hearing your soft pants and gasps for air only made his pants grow tighter.

he lets you breathe, but his mouth has went straight to your neck, planting kisses and bite marks to make sure you remember that you are his at the end of this session. he plans to make sure that you aren’t able to walk for a while.

you let out small whines at his nibbling and you felt his hand going underneath your shirt to feel more of your skin. you shuddered a bit and looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “sir..” you whimpered out and he paused at his ministrations when he heard your voice.

“mphm.. what did you just call me, sweetheart?” oh how you looked at him with such big doe eyes, almost so innocent to how you’re affecting him. “i called.. you sir..” you murmured out as he hummed. “mm.. just keep calling me that, lovely” he whispers and takes you in for another round of kisses.

you pant and held onto his shirt, and with so little thoughts you had in your pretty head, you grind against his bulge which made him gently pulled on your lips with his teeth. “so.. impatient, aren’t you..” he murmurs, pulling away from your lips and gently brushed the hair out of your face.

“need you.. please, sir..” you murmured. your body was overheating, but all you wanted was the ache to go away. and with the way he was touching you, you were sure that he could do it. “yeah..? you want me to make it all go away, don’t you?” you nodded stupidly making him give you a lazy smirk.

“such a good baby..” he whispered softly and he brought your hands from his chest down to his pants. you felt his bulge and you felt your body becoming hotter. “won’t you be good and stuff your mouth with it?” he asks softly right at your ear and you slowly went down, following his command.

you took off his belt, then unzipped his pants while you kneeled right in between his legs. you looked up at him innocently before he pulls your head closer to his dick and lets you smell him. you shuddered at the scent and finally took him out from his fly before kissing his tip.

“theeeree you go.. so good for me” he murmurs as he ran his fingers through your hair. you took in his size, he was big, almost the length of your face and you felt overwhelmed. can you fit it in your mouth? you’re not too sure.

“it’s okay baby.. take it slow” he whispers as you sheepishly nodded and opened your mouth to start sucking on his tip. your mouth felt full just by the bulbous tip before you went further in, wanting to please him.

he’s given you so much today, the least you could do is giving him the pleasure he wants.

you bobbed your head slowly, up and down and for the rest that couldn’t fit in your mouth, you used your hand. raymond groaned at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth wrapped around his cock.

you look so pretty like this.

he wanted to push your head down straight to the base and fuck your mouth until your eyes rolled back from the lack of air. but he won’t. not yet at least. he guides your head and watches as you struggle to take all of his length, but you seemed to almost be obsessed with his dick, so he could guess you were already cock drunk.

“such an obedient slut,” he murmured and finally pulled you off his dick. “you prepared it well enough, get back on my lap once more, sweetheart” you whined at the loss of his dick but nodded regardless.

tonight’s going to be a long night for you.

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the next morning came by and you woke up with an ache in your back. you groaned softly, trying to move around when you felt arms wrapped around your waist.

you opened your eyes immediately and looked to see raymond looking at you with a small cocky smirk which made your whole body feel warm from embarrassment. you were so close to him, you swear he could hear how loud your heart was beating currently.

“good morning, love” he murmured and his morning voice made shivers run down your spine. why does he sound good in the morning? this isn’t fair to you. “good morning..” you whispered softly.

your voice was hoarse, and you were naked, so you could guess what happened last night. “i.. uh.. i didn’t do anything stupid, right?” you asked gently and he played with your hair for a bit.

“no, in fact you pleased me well last night. your moans were delectable to say the least—”

“okay! haha.. please stop talking” you shrunk into yourself and you hear his chuckle.

he was doing things to your stomach and you didn’t know what to feel about it. “regardless, i think the both of us has a good synergy together,” he murmured and tilted your chin so that you’ll look at him. “therefore, i think it’s good to say that you’ve satisfied my needs.”

you see him take his phone from the bedside table, swiping and typing along some things before you felt your phone buzzing on the bed. you blinked and looked at the notification only to see 800 000 has been transferred into your account.

“waiwaiwait!” you sputtered before he hummed.

“is it too little? i was thinking on giving you a million immediately–”

“no! this is fine, i promise!” you say, looking at the money in awe.

you didn’t think you could have this much money on hand. you could buy so many games after this. you hesitantly looked back up at him, blinking a bit. “is this all mine..?” you asked softly, and he chuckled at your words before kissing your forehead gently. “yes, it’s all yours.”

he sees your bright smile, and he felt his heart flutter. this was supposed to be just transactional, but he could tell that he’ll be spiralling. seeing you smile made his day happier, and his mood better. he needs to have you around often now. and he’ll make sure he’s have you around often. he’ll make sure you’ll stay in his arms forever.

you need him and he needs you, that’s how it goes, doesn’t it?

#fic rec

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