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After Hours (Boss!Geto x Assistant!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Self-Insert!Reader

Synopsis: In which Geto Suguru, your boss, and owner of his own public relations firm, celebrates a job well done on a five-month-long project with you, his trusty secretary, but what was once a friendly, professional relationship between you turns into something else when the staff goes home for the night and champagne gets involved.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized!; Crush Confession; Boss/Secretary; Some Power Play; Sexual Tension; Coworkers to Lovers; Office Sex; Mild BDSM; MDom/fsub; Geto Pours Champagne on the Titties & Kitty; Temperature/Sensory Play; Ice Play; Cunnilingus; Sex Against the Window; Geto Got a Big Ol' Dick; Unprotected PIV; Mutual O; Cum on Ass; Aftercare; Surprise Ending

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Once again, a big thank you to @curiouscutie143 for allowing me to bring her fantasies to life. I had so much fun writing boss!Geto & now I wanna lowkey write a longer fic about an office romance with him. Enjoy! -Jazz

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“Cheers,” your boss says with a smile. “To the successful end of this stupid fucking waste of time.”

You laugh, lightly clinking your champagne flute with the extremely handsome, wealthy, intoxicating man sitting next to you on his office couch…who also, again, happens to be your boss. “It wasn’t a waste,” you giggle. “But I will say it was very time-consuming. At least we got it done in time.”

Geto Suguru hums in agreement as he takes a sip of the champagne in unison with you, making even that look hot.

He is truly a man to behold with his long, black hair he kept tied into a respectable ponytail, a lean build under his button-down and slacks, gage earrings that he purposely kept in for tonight’s festivities, brown eyes you could swim in forever, and tattoos that he usually keeps hidden beneath his blazers and designer suit jackets, but tonight are exposed under his rolled-up sleeves.

He puts all models and men to shame with his beauty. And wealth! He is his own boss and CEO of his own PR firm which he has owned for over six years now. It skyrocketed in popularity in only a year, earning the title of the 6th most popular business in Japan which has jumped to 2nd place on that list. You joined his team two years later as his personal secretary after working as an assistant for his HR team.

Geto, who interviewed and hired you, was so impressed with your work and presentation that he offered you the job. “I need a personal secretary,” he explained to you, “and I think you’d be the perfect fit.” Two years later, you’re still here and you don’t see yourself going anywhere else. Geto is a wonderful boss who offers great pay, supreme benefits, and understands the importance of mental health days.

Though he doesn’t allow anyone to play with him or his money. If he suspects that an employee is not giving him the most on the clock or is taking advantage of his kindness, he will either straighten them out himself with a private meeting or send them on their way. However, he is a kind, respectable, understanding man that you are honored to have worked for for four years.

And a man that you have embarrassingly been crushing on for four years. “All thanks to you,” he praises. “I can’t tell you enough how grateful I am to you, V. Seriously; I so appreciate all of those times you’ve stayed late with me and the team and set up all of those lunch meetings and conference calls.”

Those eyes, so generous and kind, smile at you in his spacious, luxurious office. Seriously; Geto’s office is like a damn penthouse stretching over 900 square feet with polished marbled floors and open-brick walls. A kitchenette, coffee section, wine mini bar, and bathroom sit on the left side of the office while his mahogany desk and bookcase sit on the right.

His lounging section, or “decompression area” as he calls it, sits smack dab in the middle, included with two chairs and a couch you both currently occupy with a glass coffee table sitting in the middle.

Though the office is wide enough for space, you feel as if the walls are closing in on you the more you sit and stare at Geto. “Well, that’s my job anyway,” you joke, clearing your throat. “It was no trouble, Mr. Geto, really! I’m honored you chose me to work with you on this.”

Geto scoffs, raising an eyebrow at you as he begins to loosen his tie with one hand. “You thought I wouldn’t?” he chuckles. “You’re my trusted assistant and a great employee. Plus, dealing with people is your specialty, unlike me. If anyone was needed on this project, it was you.”

You feel like you flush as red as the cocktail dress you are wearing despite the fact you’re as Black as your mama.

Tonight was the celebration of your five-month project ending. Geto has been interested in partnerships and merging his firm with other companies, especially tech companies. When a popular tech firm in Germany reached out, it took about five months to get everything finalized and a lot of reaching out to multiple people.

You sweated over this project, doing work at home, setting up meetings, and sometimes staying late with Geto and his business team where he ordered Chinese and pizza for the crew around dinnertime.

There were also days and nights when everyone wasn’t here then you’d be with Geto in his office, typing up memos and emails he would think of at the top of his head. But you didn’t mind. Not only did your boss pay you overtime for all the hours you spent working on this, but it also meant you could spend more time with him.

Finally, just a week ago, the project was completed and Geto’s partnership was greenlit. All staff was invited to the party, including those who didn’t even work on it, to celebrate such a milestone for Geto’s firm. Food, alcohol, and music were all included, lasting from 5 PM to 9 at night.

You danced and sang karaoke with your coworkers and friends, trying to get Geto to join in though it was like trying to pull teeth out of his mouth. He looks more relaxed now as he loosens his tie and pops a collar to his shirt, revealing the column of his throat and toned chest. You look away, feeling warm.

“Now I can finally rest without hurrying here at 6 AM to prepare for meetings or deal with that stupid fucking Excel chart,” he huffs, revealed. “And we’re blessed with a new partnership. Praise God or whoever.” He points his glass to the ceiling before taking a sip of the Brüte champagne. You giggle, feeling his relief.

Suddenly, the door to his office opens and you startle as if you were just caught in a very compromising position with your boss. Gojo Satoru, your supervisor, Geto’s right hand, and the heart throb of the office (understandably since the man is just as fine as Geto), pokes his snow-white head into the room.

“You two still in here?” he scoffs, glaring at you beneath his glasses. “Oooh, are those more of those cupcake cheesecakes?” He strides into the room and bends down to pluck one of the tiny cakes off of Geto’s desk, but Geto chucks a pillow at him. “Uh-uh, greedy,” he criticizes. “You barely left any of the food at the party earlier. Besides, aren’t you goin’ for dinner now?”

Gojo catches the pillow with one hand, grinning. “Dinner and drinks,” he cackles. “Shoko, Yuki, and I were wonderin’ if you two wanted to come along and not be boring for once.” He slips his glasses down his nose and winks at you, indicating that he’s joking.

Knowing his game and having this relationship with Gojo, you play along. “I am not boring,” you scoff, putting a hand to your chest. “My cat thinks I’m a lot of fun at 3 AM, thank you very much. I put on all kinds of concerts for her!”

Geto gives a big laugh that lights your insides up while Gojo physically cringes. “Fun to us isn’t just downing shots and passin’ out on our couch, Satoru,” your boss scoffs. His friend takes a moment to think about it, sitting down on the edge of Geto’s desk. “Okay, point taken, but the offer is still open. C’mon, we need to celebrate and it’s a Friday night!”

Even with his friend’s whining, Geto shakes his head, looking apologetic. “Thanks, but not tonight,” he sighs. “I wanted to clean up my office a bit before I head home and get some much-needed sleep.”

Gojo takes his glasses off and rolls his ocean-blue eyes. “Such an old man,” he huffs. “What about you, Ms. V? You up for some fun with me?” The gorgeous, Colgate smile he gives you is full of temptation, but you’ve already had enough drinking and dancing for tonight.

“Thank you, Satoru,” you sweetly say, “but I have to get ready for a family event tomorrow. My mom is forcing me to help cook.” You get up from the couch and saunter over to him, barely seeing his eyes glazing over your hips. “Buuut if y’all ever decide to have another night out, let me know and I’ll put it on my calendar.”

You take the pillow from him and offer him a sweet smile which he returns. It damn near makes him prettier. “Will do,” he replies. His phone suddenly dings and he sighs. “That’s Shoko chewin’ me out,” he announces, slipping off the desk and heading to the door on his long legs. “I’ll see you two kids later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do…or do. I don’t give a fuck.”

He gives you another wink and a smile before slipping out of the office and shutting the door behind him. “Have fun!” you call after him. Once he leaves, you realize how quiet the building seems. “Any of the janitors still here?” you curiously ask Geto.

He is still sitting on the couch, one arm draped over the back of the couch and still sipping his champagne. “Nah, I sent everybody home after the party ended.” He gives you a curious look, almost looking like a puppy...or maybe that’s just the champagne getting to you. You only had a half of glass at the party and now you find your current glass empty.

“How come you didn’t want to go with Satoru, if you don’t mind me asking?” he suddenly asks, his head cocked to the side. You don’t mind since Geto and you have a very “close” relationship.

It’s one of the closest you have at work, ironically enough. You know what his condo looks like having visited there before to deliver papers and packages that accidentally came to the office.

You know his birthday and he knows yours, even sending you flowers to your apartment every year, each one bigger and more beautiful than the last.

You talk about anything that annoys or bothers you when you find yourselves together, even sometimes having lunch together (for work purposes).

You would say that he is almost like your work husband, but that would be pushing it. You find yourself needing to remind yourself that he’s your boss! No matter how good he looks in his suits or the way you feel when he praises your work, you must remember that. This is your job. Your responsibility.

“Eh,” you sigh with a shrug. “Sometimes, I just like being home to unwind and relax. Nothing beats a glass of wine, a hot bath, and a movie.” Geto nods, understanding.

“What about you?” you curiously ask as you sit back down beside him. “Why didn’t you go with Gojo? He’s your best friend, right?”

Geto drains the rest of his glass before pouring another. “Unfortunately,” he jokes, making you laugh. He seems to enjoy that. “Nah, but I’m the same: sometimes, I like to unwind with some drinks and social outings, and other times, I just chill at home in my very spacious, very lonely condo with my dog. When you’re the owner of a PR firm, it’s usually the second one.”

You can’t help but feel sad about that. “So was that story about your mom a lie?” he asks with a smirk. Sheepishly, you nod. “So I’m guessin’ that show for your cat is the move for tonight?”

You would say yes, but something pulls you back. You don’t know if it’s the champagne or the way Geto’s cologne smells, but something is keeping you glued to the couch with him. “W-Well, I was gonna say I can help you clean up your office if you want…a-and drink the rest of this champagne!” You pick up the bottle and pour yourself another glass, raising it to him.

Geto looks taken aback as he clinks his glass with yours. “I mean…if you want,” he hesitantly says. “You absolutely don’t have to stay for my sake, V. You’re not on the clock.”

You flush, not wanting him to think you’re weird for staying here or that you have ulterior motives (which you do). “It’s okay!” you laugh, waving your manicured hand. “Really! Call me weird, but I kind of like organizing.”

Geto laughs at this, getting up from the couch. “Well, now I know why your office is so pristine,” he chuckles. “Lemme turn on some music then.”

You watch him as he walks over this his desk, shamelessly ogling his firm, toned, juicy ass in his slacks. You would give so much to feel it in your hands, your nails digging into the flesh while his hips grind against yours, his cock buried deep inside your–

The sound of a piano mixed with horns and a smooth bass makes you jump, deep in your naughty thoughts. Geto sighs and his shoulders loosen as he presses the volume up on his Bluetooth, happy and relaxed.

“Jazz music?” you snort. He gives you a sheepish smirk. “I know, I know: I’m an old man.” To make him feel better, you begin to snap your fingers, albeit offbeat, and that makes him laugh even harder.

For the next hour, you sit with your boss and help him organize his office while downing champagne. While he rearranges items on his desk, you lounge on his couch with your heels off and organize documents, either throwing some away or keeping some to file. You talk every so often about everything––new movies, restaurants, plans for the summer, etc. But the silence that follows these conversations isn’t awkward, but peaceful and comfortable. You feel relaxed with Geto.

“So what’s the plan for this weekend?” he suddenly asks as he organizes his bookcase. “Maybe a date or something?” You pause, not sure why this question is making you feel so frazzled. “If that’s too personal, I understand,” he quickly adds, noticing your reluctance to answer.

You push your glass away, having already finished your second glass. You feel bubbly and loose, the alcohol sinking its claws into you. “No,” you reply, sheepishly so. “No dating for me right now with work and everything. Maybe one day if I find the right person.”

Geto hums and goes back to organizing his books. You continue to work, mostly to give your hands something to do. “What about you?” you ask. “With your kinda money, you could take a weekend trip to Mexico for the hell of it, if you wanted!”

Your boss suddenly turns, his expression stoic and a brow raised. “Exactly how much money do you think I have, Ms. L/N?” he asks in a deep voice that makes your pussy jump.

At first, you think you went too far but then you see the corner of his mouth flick upwards. “Like you don’t have a condo,” you scoff. “Which I know because I’ve sent you packages from work and secret admirers before.”

Geto’s brows wrinkle cutely. “Secret admirers?” he parrots. You nod, already giggling at one particular memory. “You remember the flowers sent here when you were sick with COVID that time?”

He blinks, clueless, and then his eyes widen. “Ohhh, yeah!” he laughs, tossing his head back. “God, Gojo wouldn’t leave me alone about that for weeks. She was an old partner of mine who heard through the grapevine that I was sick.” He turns and leans against his bookcase, his, big, tatted arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh!” you exclaim, still shuffling papers. You want to give yourself something to do as the next question gnaws at you. “A…business partner?” you carefully ask. You never knew who this woman was that sent Geto the flowers; only that you didn’t know her but she knew your boss.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies, giving you a smile that looks almost saddened. “I haven’t dated anyone long-term in over two years. Like you said, maybe one day if I find the right person, but that hasn’t happened yet.” He chuckles to himself. “You’d think it’d be easy with my status, right?”

You don’t say anything for a while and the silence becomes thick even with the music playing. When he turns around to finish his work, you finally get up the nerve to speak to his backside.

When you start, you can’t stop yourself, the champagne overflowing out of your mouth. “You know, if it’s any consolation to you, I-I think you’d deserve to meet someone nice,” you stutteringly say. “You’re a very good man, Mr. Geto.”

And then he turns slowly to you and the way the city lights from the window reflect on his shocked face and in his eyes makes you realize what you just said. “V,” he says, his voice breathless and soft. You cover your mouth but it’s too late. You can’t take them back. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said that,” you quietly gasp.

Immediately, you get up, but the papers you were organizing fall from your lap onto the floor.

“I’m so, so sorry!” you squeak. “I-I should leave!” You’re near tears, a hot rush of humiliation falling on you. You fall onto your knees and begin picking up the papers, swearing as you do.

“No, no, V,” Geto says, walking toward you. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry.”

“No, I do!” you protest. “That was totally inappropriate! I don’t know why I–” You pause when your finger catches against the edge of a sheet of paper too quickly and it slices into your skin.

“Ow!” you hiss, immediately snatching your hand away and dropping the paper.

Quickly, Geto stops the music and rushes over to you. He kneels down in front of you, crushing the papers under his knees as if they mean nothing. “What happened?” he demands.

You silently show him your bleeding finger, whimpering at the sting. “Lemme see,” he says, already taking your hand. He examines the cut and frowns at it. “Oh, honey, it cut you deep,” he coos, the pet name making your stomach flip. He’s never called you that before. “Here, don’t move,” he orders and quickly hurries to his bathroom.

He returns with a first aid kit and coaxes you to sit up on the couch. He takes your wounded finger in one hand, holding an alcohol swab in the other. “It may sting a bit,” he warns. “Just squeeze my leg if it’s too much.” And it does sting. You hiss and grip his thigh as he cleans the cut, watching your expression. “That’s it,” he softly coos. “Good girl.”

Your stomach flutters and your body grows hot at the very inappropriate pet name, but what is more inappropriate are the past thoughts you’ve had about him calling you a good girl. His good girl. He smiles at you when he finishes cleaning the cut. “Hard part’s over,” he chuckles. “Now I’ll just add some antibacterial cream and a band-aid to make it all better.”

You stay quiet as he applies the cream to your cut, his touch soft and gentle. “I’m sorry, Mr. Geto,” you whisper. He narrows his eyes at you. “What are you talkin’ about?” he scoffs. “V, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was just an accident. You could never do anything to upset me…except think that you don’t deserve to date right now.”

The silence around you swells the instant he says it. “W-What?” you whisper, gaping at him. He continues his work, now wrapping the band-aid around your finger. “Y’know, if it’s any consolation to you, you deserve to meet the right man too. You’re so sweet and smart and beautiful…who wouldn’t want you?”

Finally, he finishes and just looks at you. You look at him too, both of you just staring at each other in the dimly lit office. Geto finally breaks and pinches the bridge of the nose. “God, I really shouldn’t have said that,” he groans. “We shouldn’t be doing any of this.”

Seeing his internal battle and realizing that he feels the same way you do, you keep your hand on his thigh and squeeze. “Suguru,” you softly say. “It’s okay.”

He looks at you in shock. This is the first time you’ve ever used his first name, especially when talking to him. He moves closer to you, making the room feel like it’s shrinking. The city lights reflect in his eyes through the window, twinkling at you. “Say my name again,” he demands but it’s more like a plea. “Tell me what you want me to do, V. You can tell me to stop and I will.”

You know this is very bad. You know this is wrong. You know that if you do this, you can never go back to the way things were. But you can’t turn back at this point. “Suguru,” you say again, “please. I want this.” You trail your hand up to his chest, feeling his heart pound against your fingertips. “I’ve wanted you for 5 years,” you confess.

The restraint in Geto’s eyes finally dissipates and he places his hand on top of yours. “Fuck,” he growls. “I’ve wanted this too, V. You have no fuckin’ idea.” He takes both of your hands in his, gently stroking your knuckles with his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” he asks. You damn near choke, feeling like you’re about to faint.

He scoots closer, close enough to do so himself…but he doesn’t. “I need your words, mama,” he murmurs.

Finally, you find the will to speak: “Yes,” you whimper and it’s enough to make Geto melt. “Kiss me, Suguru.” Immediately, he swoops in and takes you into his arms, holding you against him as he places the hottest, most passionate kiss you’ve ever had on your lips.

His lips are soft and wet against yours, pulling you in farther and farther. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him flush against you. If this were a romantic comedy, there would be fireworks popping off outside the same way they are in your head. Geto pulls away, softly panting. “Keep talkin’ to me,” he whispers. “Tell me what you want from me.”

He swoops in to kiss you again, drowning out your soft moans. “Touch me,” you plea into his mouth. “Put your hands on me, Suguru.”

He does just that, his big hands moving down your hips to pull you into his lap. You wrap your arms tight around his neck like a koala bear, latching onto his body. Geto wouldn’t have it any other way. He loves how your soft, pudgy body feels against him and sitting on top of him, your heat radiating from between your thighs against his crotch. Your kisses grow deeper and wetter, your tongues swirling against each other, arousing the both of you.

“You’re wearing too much,” you whisper, tugging at his collar. He sniggers against your lips, his hands gripping your ass. “So are you,” he chuckles. “But we can help each other with that, can’t we?” Even without the seduction in his gaze, you wouldn’t resist.

You begin to pop his buttons, yank off his tie, and peel his shirt off while he unzips your dress. You beat him, successfully getting him semi-naked. At the feeling and sight of his toned abs, pecs, and tatted, tanned skin, you damn near get a nosebleed. “Like whatcha see, babydoll?” he purrs. “Because I’m lovin’ what I’m seein’ right now.”

He coaxes you to stand up in front of him and finally peels off your dress, exposing your lace bra and panties to him. At the sight of you standing between his thighs in only your underwear, stockings, and heels, Geto almost busts a nut. You’re so fucking beautiful, babydoll, shit,” he hisses.

His hands glide down your sides before pulling you closer. You allow him to do what he wants, loving whatever he does, especially when he latches his lips onto your brown nipples. While he sucks and laps at your nipples, alternating between each, his big hands mold and fondle each juicy breast that his mouth can’t occupy.

Your sultry, slutty moans are like music to him, way better than the jazz. “Fuck!” you moan. “Suguru…that feels so good!” Your head falls back and your eyes close, the pleasure immense. He’s so, so good with his mouth! You wonder just how good he is eating pussy.

Geto suddenly looks up at you, his mouth still latched onto your hardened, brown nipple.

“Lay back on the couch and put your arms over your head,” he orders you. You do so, shivering in delight at him telling you what to do. He then takes his empty champagne glass off of the table and pours himself a glass.

“Lemme try something,” he pants before slowly pouring some of the champagne over your breasts. You gasp as each cold, little droplet hits your skin, making your nipples even harder. He then swoops down and begins to lap at the champagne, drinking it from between your cleavage and lapping it off your nipples.

“Mmm,” you softly moan, melting into the couch cushion. You’re so relaxed that you barely notice the ice cube in Geto’s mouth until he’s dragging it over your neck and tits. You gasp, your back arching into his cold lips.

He smiles, leaning back up with the ice cube in his mouth and giving you an open-mouth kiss. The ice cube falls into your mouth, immediately melting. “That feel good, babydoll?” he chuckles, loving the way your skin jumped at the cold ice cube.

He continues to suck on your nipples while you grind your hips against his thigh wedged between your thighs. “My, you’re so vocal,” he hums. “Thank God the staff ain’t here or we’d be in big trouble.” He then sits up, straddling you, and slowly takes down his ponytail. Watching his locks of black hair cascade over his shoulders and back is more than you can handle.

“I need more of you,” he says, sounding hoarse and in need. “Is it okay if I taste you, babydoll? I’ve been dreaming of what you’d feel like against my tongue for so long.” He doesn’t touch you. Not until you say so. Consent being so important to him makes you wetter, your cunt throbbing against his knee. “Yes, sir,” you moan. “Please taste me. I’m yours.”

He yanks you closer by your legs, making you squeal. “Keep saying that,” he demands. He then hunkers down in between your legs, peppering your jiggly, luscious thighs in kisses. “I’m yours,” you say, a laugh slipping out of you.

He takes your panties off of you, leaving your heels on. “I’m yours,” you gasp as his lips make contact with your fatter, softer ones down under. His tongue laps and licks at your folds, caressing your clit. He then begins to gently suck on the tiny bud, making your toes curl. “I’m yours, Suguru, fuck!” you moan, your hands lacing in his hair. “Please do that again!”

Geto smirks against your pussy. “What?” he chuckles. “You mean this?” He does the same move again, this time swirling his tongue around your clit.

The pleasure is overwhelming, making your mind blank and emitting the sluttiest sounds out of you. “Shit, Sugu, yes, fuck!” you pant. “You’re s-so…oooo, fuck, baby, right there!”

Geto continues to feast on your pussy, eating it up like it’s his last meal for a while. “Goddamn, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans against your slit, his tongue sliding down to your asscrack before sliding back up. “I like seein’ you like this. Keep makin’ more of those sounds for me, babydoll. That’s an order.”

You can’t help it, so you do it, making as many moans, whines, and grunts as he wants. With the way he works his mouth against your pussy, it’s impossible to not. But when his hands move up to tweak and pinch your nipples, you almost explode.

“Yes, like that!” you whine. “I love that so much! Keep goin’, sir, please, sh-sh-shit!” You begin to grind your clit against his nose while his tongue explores your insides, his hot, wet mouth and cushiony lips too much to bear. You can’t take much more of this! “Shit, Suguru!” you moan. “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum!”

“Mmm-hmm,” Geto hums, slipping his tongue out of you. He begins to suck on your throbbing clit again, making you see heaven. “Say the magic word,” he coos against your clit. Your hands grip his hair as your back arches into his ministrations, needing more. “Please, sir!” you whine. “Please, please let me cum! I need it, please!”

His chocolate eyes peer up at you through the V of your thighs, demanding you to give him what he wants. “Give it to me, babydoll,” he orders. “Cum all over me. Fuckin’ do it.” As his voice drops several octaves, you feel shivers travel up and down your spine. Your core begins to tighten more and more as you grind against his magical mouth over and over again.

When you cum, you cum hard. You’ve never had such an intense orgasm before. It tears through you, making you nearly arch off of the bed as you explode in Geto’s mouth. Moans and cries of pleasure leave your lips, tingles of ecstasy coursing through you. The man between your legs hungrily laps at your pussy, slurping up all of the cream that you give him.

Finally, after several seconds, you come down from your high, aching in the best way possible. Geto pulls away with a sigh, his lips dripping with you. “You’re way better than the champagne,” he chuckles, licking your juices off of his lips. “Now I need more.”

He seems to shift into a whole other person the more you look at him. His eyes darken and his hands massage your thighs a lot more as if he can’t get enough of them. “I’m sorry, babydoll, but you seem to have made me into a fiend,” he growls. “If you don’t want this, tell me now before I bust a hole through these pants.”

He grips his hard-on pushing into his slacks and your eyes have never stretched so wide before.

“B-But what about–”

“You don’t need to take care of me,” he interrupts. “What you can do is lay back and let me fuck you like I need to.” He gazes down at you, molten lust evident in his eyes. “Will you let me, V?” he asks. “Is that okay with you?”

Is that okay with you? Your pussy is dripping at the mention of finally getting what she and you both want. Finally!

Instinctively, you open your legs for him, exposing your soaked pussy to his naked eyes only. “Fuck me, sir,” you purr. “I want you so bad. Please, just fuck me now.”

Geto doesn’t need to be told twice. After planting another rough, wet kiss on your lips, he unzips his pants and shrugs his boxers down to his waist.

Like a Jack-in-the-Box, his cock springs up, fat, long, and throbbing. You practically salivate at the sight of it. Smirkingly, Geto wraps a hand around himself and slowly slides himself home inside the wet, spongy walls of your pretty cunt, emitting a gasp from the both of you.

He looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to give him the go to move. Once you have adjusted to his size and girth, you put your hands on his shoulders and nod, giving him a reassuring smile.

He settles on top of you, keeping his arms on either side of you to hold himself up, and slowly begins to rock his hips. As soon as he begins to sheathe his cock in and out of you, you feel the pleasure you felt before return but it’s increased by 100. You are overwhelmed with ecstasy every time Geto pumps his cock inside of you and his pelvis rubs against your clit, unable to hold back the slutty sounds dripping from your open mouth.

Geto smiles down at you, loving how adorable you look underneath him as you take his cock. He holds himself up with one hand to hold one of your juicy tits in his hand, loving how it jiggles as he fucks himself down into you. “So needy for me,” he sighs. “So fuckin’ cute.” His hips piston into yours just right, nailing that spot again and again as he fucks you into the couch.

“Fuck, Sugu!” you cry, gripping his broad shoulders. “Please go faster! Fuck me faster, sir!” His handsome face flushed and black strands of hair falling in his face, Geto gives you what he wants. He sits up and grips your fleshy thighs before pumping his cock deeper and faster into you, causing the sounds of your moans to grow louder.

If anyone were to be outside of the office right now, they would immediately know what’s going down in Mr. Geto Suguru’s office. The sound of sex–grunts, moans, whimpers, couch springs bouncing, skin slapping against skin–is way too obvious to pass it off as something else. The idea of that makes you wetter and tighter around Geto’s cock. It makes him damn near insane.

Unable to control himself any longer, his big hands move under your ass to pull you to him.

He then sits up with you and slowly stands, lifting you up with him. You gasp, gripping onto him tight like a cobra, and he chuckles. “I’ve got you, honey. Don’t worry, just hold onto me.” You do so as he walks over to his office window, the glittering lights of the city gleaming back at you. He slowly puts you down and wordlessly stares at you, his gaze dark and oh-so seductive.

You don’t have to ask what he wants. Immediately, you turn around and place your hands on the cold glass of the window, sticking your ass out for him. “Damn, I didn’t even have to tell you to assume the position,” he chuckles. “I guess you’re feenin’ too.” His hand caresses your asscheeks, his thick fingers massaging them.

You look down at the streets below, seeing people walking their dogs and having a night out on the town. You’ve never done anything like this before, but the idea of having sex in front of a window where anyone could look up and see you makes you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life. And nobody would ever know that it’s your boss giving you such good dick.

Your coherent thoughts are pushed to the back when Geto slaps his cock up against your asscheeks and then sinks himself back into your pussy. “Shit, baby!” he hisses, immediately going back to railing you. “You’re tighter than before.”

You whine in response as he grips your hips, pumping himself into you like you’re no more than a toy. A fleshlight. His personal sex object. It’s so dirty. So wrong.

And yet it feels so, so good. You can’t deny how much you enjoy his thick cock stretching you out and sending sparks of pleasure throughout your brain. How much you love the sweet ache in your knees and your body. How much you love the way he makes your tits and ass jiggle as he fucks you.

Speaking of ass, Geto is a fiend for it, staring at the way it shakes and jiggles as he fucks your pussy. “I need to see this ass bounce for me,” he shudderingly groans, giving your ass a harsh smack. You gasp at the sting, the nasty act of it making your pussy throb around him.

“Do that again!” you whine and he does, the pain mixing with the pleasure as he sinks his cock back into you again and again, going deeper and deeper each time. You have to brace yourself against the window the more he pounds into you, going so fast that he could damn well put a pornstar to shame with his stamina. “Fuck, Sugu, yes!” you sob. “Y-Yeah, just like that, fuck me just like that!”

“Fuck me back, babydoll,” he demands. “Work for that cum, c’mon. Be a good secretary for me.” You do so, pressing into your heels and tossing your ass back into him. “God, that’s it!” he moans, giving you another spank as a reward. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking you like this. Always wanted to see you like this.”

You want to tell him the same, but your tongue is tied, the pleasure making you crazy as you begin to frantically rub your clit. You can quickly feel that knot in your stomach about to snap the more he fucks you. You feel him press himself against you, pushing you into the window. You gasp as the cold glass touches your bare, brown tits pushed against the window while Geto’s big, rock-hard body pushes against your back.

“You wanna cum with me, babydoll?” he pants into your ear. “Tell me. Tell me you wanna cum with me.”

You can feel the wetness begin to drip down your thighs and stain his balls, no doubt getting on the floor. “Tell me you want me to give you my cum,” he growls. “Say it. Tell me where the fuck you want it.”

Somehow, you find the words to speak and scream out, “Yes! Yes, sir, I want your cum! Do it on me, please! I don’t care where! Just please, please cum with me!”

That just about makes Geto snap. He turns your face and tongue kisses you, his lips and mouth tasting like a night of champagne. You don’t speak as he continues to rail you, chasing his orgasm at full speed and taking you along for the ride.

When you both finally cum, you do so together. He manages to pull out of you quickly and pumps his cum all over your plump, soft, perfect ass while you do so onto his hand, his fingers replacing yours.

Swears, sobs, and moans leave your lips as you’re finally released like a genie in a bottle, your orgasm hitting you dead on. It drains all of the energy out of you, making your knees buckle and your body feel weak.

“I’ve got you,” Geto softly says, hugging you to him from the back. “Just melt into me, mama. It’s okay.”

Deliriously and happily, you smile, doing as he says. You loop an arm around his head, bringing him closer to you. You don’t ever want to leave his arms. You want to stay like this forever, pressed against him in his office, while the rest of the world turns and moves outside. At some point, you both sink onto the floor and just stay there for a while, silence descending onto you.

Once the pleasurable fog of your orgasm fades, the concrete realization hits you like a truck: you just had sex with your boss. Geto seems to know what you’re thinking though and turns your face towards his. “Tell me how you feel,” he tells you, his eyes firm but soft. “Listen, I don’t want you to regret what we did, Y/N, ‘cause I don’t. This was real for me.”

He bites on his bottom lip, looking flushed and nervous. You’ve never seen him look like that before. “I know this was a lot, but if you want, I’d like to turn this into something more. But it’s all up to you.” You blink at him, wondering if he’s serious. He continues to hold that firm yet nervous look, his eyes hopeful.

After sex like that, you’d be crazy to say no! You place a hand on his cheek and move in to kiss him softly. He accepts the kiss, his lips dancing with yours before you pull away. “I’m ready to try if you are, sir,” you softly answer. “But dinner would be nice.”

Geto begins to laugh and kisses your hand. “Of course,” he chuckles, sounding relieved. “You like Italian? Or maybe ramen? I know this place that just opened that–”

Knock, knock, knock! Quickly, Geto places himself in front of you, blocking you from whoever is at his office door. Fear jumps inside of you, making your stomach churn. “I thought you said nobody was here!” you hiss.

“There isn’t,” he whispers. “Or there wasn’t supposed to be.” He clears his throat, giving a clear, short, “Yes?”

“Brooo, it’s me!” Gojo shouts through the door. “I think I dropped my wallet in here! Can ya let me in?” Geto turns to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you think, babydoll?” he asks. “Should we let my friend in?”

You don’t know why you say yes or why your pussy throbs despite having just orgasmed twice, but Geto gives Gojo the okay and he comes waltzing into the office. At the sight of his best friend and his personal secretary sitting naked on the floor in their afterglow, Gojo’s blue eyes widen in shock…

And then they grow hooded with lust. “Well, well,” he chuckles. “It’s about fuckin’ time.”

He begins to loosen his tie, giving you a flirty smile. “I hope it ain’t too much to ask if I can join, babe.”

THE END.

Fan Art by @almaadst

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queendijaaaa · 13 days

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i love rockstars, especially if their name is eren yeager

mirah note : the amount of times i’ve posted this and have not been in the tags is sick. if im not this time oh well, anyways i missed daddy as always, enjoy 🎀

eren enjoyed the feeling performing brought him. the crowd cheers, and the many beautiful women crying at just the mere sight of him. but what made him really feel alive was knowing you were watching. he could feel your hard gaze on his back, you taking in his low waisted jeans, and cropped muscle shirt. while he basked in it all; he threw his head back feeling the wind from the set blow against him. tuning out everything but the chants of his name.

“Eren”

“ERENNN”

your moaned, your nails digging into his shoulder, arms wrapped around his neck taking his long length that wasn’t giving you a break. you had to take everything, while keeping your eyes open because if you didn’t, it would all be taken away. “focus pretty, daddy doesn’t wanna stop,” eren was in his own high. the stage making him so hyper that the only way it would be fixed was by ruining your pussy. his brown hair was in a messy ponytail, emerald eyes staring into your soul daring you to close your own.

you could barley keep them open; the feeling of your orgasms right there making you lose focus. it was one second. it was only one small blink, just to stop the burning and let yourself go! but eren didn’t like that.

his cock stopped fucking your walls, the room silent, up until you began to cry. the feeling subsiding slowly, and the ache coming back ten times worst. eren kept quiet observing you. letting you get your tantrums out, with your small jumps as you tried to make to bring back the pleasure. and once you’ve accepted your fate pushing your face into his neck.

he started back- harder. “didn’t daddy say don’t. close. your. fuckin. eyes?” with each words he found himself going deeper into you. your teeth clamping down onto the ripped shirt that hung on his shoulder, crying. pussy hurting from his pounds, in the best way. he held you closer just when his balls grew too heavy. your pussy clenching down onto him, and his seamen shooting into you as your cream made a mess over him. rockstar eren was just the best

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queendijaaaa · 13 days

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This was good like TOO DAMN GOOD praying for a part 2!!!!

Okay hear me out— satusugu liking the same girl, instead of fighting over her they share her.. But she likes Suguru just a little bit more 🤭

omg hellooooo i've finally had time to get to this one. i really hope you like it

Truth or Dare

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Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x f!Reader

Summary: An innocent game of Truth or Dare takes quite a turn when you're forced to confront your feelings for both your best friends.

No warnings, except a little jealousy. Mostly fluff though

It’s game night tonight and it’s your turn to host. The small friend group you’ve invited over consists of some of your closest friends– Shoko, Utahime and Nanami who is lounging on a chair in the corner of the living room reading a book rather than participating. You’re all just hanging out drinking and laughing after finishing a game of Scrabble. It’s a good time.

Satoru comes to sit on the couch on one side of you and tells you he’s made you your favorite drink. He sets the cup down on the table in front of you and you smile sweetly at him, thanking him for the gesture.

Suguru joins you both shortly, sitting on your other side as he sets down a bowl of your favorite snack next to the drink Satoru’s made.

“I know how much you like these,” he tells you. “So I grabbed some from the store on the way over.”

You thank Suguru as well, missing the looks Shoko and Utahime throw at each other as they watch you three interact.

Satoru, Suguru and yourself are all very close. You spend practically everyday together. If you’re not with Satoru, you’re with Suguru and if they’re not with you, they’re with each other. It started out friendly, just grabbing lunch or drinks together, going out dancing. Just having fun.

You’re not sure what changed, but lately you get the feeling that there’s been some sort of…shift in the way they feel about you.

You don’t have time to think much about it because Shoko claps her hands together and starts the game.

“Truth or dare,” she says to you and you roll your eyes.

“Are we twelve?” You ask, taking a sip of the drink Satoru made you and holy shit it’s damn good.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Shoko responds.

She knows you’re not one to back down from a challenge, so you nod your head and brace yourself for the question.

“Is it true you’re secretly dating Nanami?”

Beside you, Satoru coughs, choking on the water he was drinking. On your other side, Suguru shifts and you can see his hands ball into fists in his lap out of the corner of your eye.

In the corner of the room, Nanami silently flips the page of his book. He’s not the least bit interested.

“No? Where did that rumor even come from?!”

Utahime pipes up, “Ah, well I’ve always wanted to know! You both seem to have such…” she pauses, tapping her chin with her finger like she’s trying really hard to find the right word.

“…chemistry?” You fill in the blank, deciding to help her out.

“Yes! You two just get along so well. You’d be perfe-“

“Are you gonna talk all night, Utahime? Or can we keep playing?” Suguru cuts her off, voice sharp.

“Yeah, Utahime,” Satoru agrees. “Stop hoggin’ everyone else’s turns.”

Utahime scowls at the two men, but Shoko places her hand on her knee, giving a gentle squeeze. They share a look you’re not sure you understand, but you shrug it off.

The game continues. It’s all childish fun; dumb dares like screaming off of the balcony, truths asking about past relationships and deeds. It’s all of the violating questions you could think of.

But the game takes a sharp turn when you choose dare and Shoko, the messy asshole that she is, dares you to kiss either Satoru or Suguru.

The room grows quiet. Even Nanami has now shifted his attention to the game. The sounds of laughing have now dissipated as you keep your eyes locked on Shoko’s. You don’t dare look at the men sitting on either side of you that you’re meant to choose between, though you can feel the heat of their gazes burning into you.

“Choose something else,” you tell Shoko through gritted teeth.

“Nope! Pick one and kiss them.”

She’s not going to budge. You already know it.

You look over to Suguru and his eyes are wide. He looks to be just as surprised by the dare as you. Then you look at Satoru, who appears to be all relaxed but you know it’s a facade when you notice the way he nervously fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

Satoru is handsome, so is Suguru. Both men are incredibly sexy. You love your friendship with them both. But you can’t shake the feeling that kissing one or the other will without a doubt fuck up the easygoing dynamic you currently have with each other since you’re pretty sure you like them both equally.

The room feels about eight degrees hotter right now as your mind goes through the pros and cons of going through with this. It’s so quiet you worry everyone can hear your heart about to beat out of your chest.

The sound of Nanami’s book snapping shut shatters the silence.

“I think I’m going to call it a night,” he says, watching you closely. “It’s late so…we probably all should.”

If it was an option, you’d kiss Nanami instead. He just saved your ass.

Shoko groans, stretching in her seat before she checks her phone. “It is kind of late. I have to be at the hospital in a few hours anyway so Hime and I will go, too.”

“I’ll stay to help you clean up,” Suguru offers.

“Oh, me too,” Satoru quickly declares.

Everyone stands and says their goodbyes before you walk them all out. As he leaves, Nanami gives your arm a squeeze and you give him a grateful smile in return, then he’s out the door.

You turn to see Satoru and Suguru standing behind you, both of their gazes locked to the spot on your arm where Nanami just had his hand.

“Are you secretly dating Nanami or something?” Satoru asks, head tilting to the side in curiosity.

“What?! No, I already told you I’m not.”

“Well, he’s awfully touchy for someone you’re not dating,” Suguru mutters. He crosses his arms across his chest and their sudden line of questioning is starting to aggravate you. You push past them, ignoring them and head back to the living room where you begin picking up.

“Nothing has happened between you and Nanami, then? I didn’t know you guys were so…close.” It’s Suguru again, gathering cups while he interrogates you.

You ignore the question, heading into your kitchen to grab a trash bag and returning shortly. You begin gathering the garbage scattered around your apartment, throwing things away with a bit more force than necessary.

It’s quiet for a bit as you all clean and you hope they’ve dropped this silly suspicion of theirs.

Then Satoru speaks up. “Do you…want to date Nanami?”

You throw the trash bag down, the last bit of your restraint snapping. “Will you both shut up about Nanami?! I’ve never kissed Nanami, I’ve never even held his hand!” They’re both gawking at you, wide eyed and surprised by your sudden outburst and you decide in that moment that maybe you’ll give them the answer they seem to be looking for. “But since you guys are so worried about it, maybe I will go on a date with Nanami and he can—“

“NO!” Both men shout and you nearly jump out of your skin.

Satoru’s blue eyes are as wide as saucers, his hands held up in front of him. Suguru’s eyes are wide too, his brows furrowed together and cheeks red with what you think is anger.

“You can’t date Nanami,” Suguru says bluntly.

“Why not?” You ask quietly, all of your earlier anger now replaced with genuine surprise.

“Because…” Suguru responds, “because—“

“Because we like you. And we want to be with you,” Satoru assists when he sees Suguru stumbling over his words.

Your mouth falls open as you glance between the two men, so totally opposite of each other and yet a perfect balance.

“Both of you…like me?”

They nod in tandem.

“And both of you…want to be with me?”

They nod again.

“Or you can pick one of us and it’ll be no hard feelings. You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Satoru explains. “But we’ve both had feelings for you for a long time. We’ve argued about who should confess their feelings, who should have you—“

“And do I get a say in this or no?” You question, suddenly annoyed again. How dare they try to make this decision for you when you weren’t even in the loop?

“Of course!” Suguru says, the desperation clear in his voice. He knows they’re starting to upset you again. He takes a step closer to you.

You’re watching them both as they stand in your living room. You think about the perks of picking one over the other. Satoru has many good qualities about him as does Suguru. But who would you prefer?

You make a split second decision, closing the distance between you and Satoru. You stare up into his oceanic eyes as you loop your arms around his neck and bring his lips down to yours.

The kiss is sweet, sensual and soft. Like he wants to take his time savoring the way your lips slot against each other’s. His hands find purchase on your waist and he pulls you closer, humming in contentment. Your hands slip into his snowy tresses, tugging lightly and you feel him groan deep in his chest. Satoru tastes like cherries and you think you could get used to kissing him if it always felt like this.

You break the kiss, Satoru whispering “damn” as you gaze into his eyes. You’re so screwed because now you’re positive you like Satoru.

And if kissing Satoru felt like this, you were nervous to see if kissing Suguru felt the same. If so, you’re not sure you’d be able to pick.

Turning away from Satoru, you face Suguru who is standing on the other side of the room, cool as ever as he watches you. His nostrils are flared and you can see the tick in his jaw from across the room. He’s jealous. Likely because Satoru got to experience kissing you first. Suguru always did hate coming second to his best friend.

You cross the threshold to face him and he peers down at you with those golden eyes of his before you loop your arms around his neck the same way you did Satoru’s. But then you feel it. Something about being here in this moment with Suguru feels…different than just a minute ago with Satoru.

Suguru wraps his arms around your waist and the electricity crackles between you both, pulling you together like magnets until your lips are crashing into each other’s.

The intensity is instantaneous, your mouth opening as a moan rushes past your lips and Suguru slips his tongue in without hesitation. He presses his tongue to yours and your body tingles when he sighs into your mouth at the taste of you.

Suguru places his hands on your hips, pulling you as close to him as he possibly can as he pours all of his desire and desperation into this kiss. And it’s so like Suguru to put his all into something as simple as this. He always did everything to the best of his ability.

His hands squeeze down on your hips, his tongue dancing with yours and the kiss gets hungrier and hungrier by the second. You press your hands against Suguru’s chest, pushing him back so you can catch your breath. His eyes are locked with yours and you have to force yourself to remember that Satoru is also in the room.

The decision is clear now. You want to be with them both, you really do. You like them both, truly…but you can’t ignore the intensity of that kiss with Suguru. You think you may like him a little bit more, as bad as that may sound. But you can’t help it. You want to explore that with Suguru– tonight.

You finally confirm your feelings with the two men, telling them you’d like to date them both. And they’re elated, all big smiles as they surround you to press kisses to your cheeks.

“We’ll treat you so good, babe,” Suguru tells you sweetly.

“Should we pick you up tomorrow?” Satoru asks and you shake your head.

“I want one on one time with just you tomorrow, Satoru,” you tell him. He beams. You look at Suguru who nods next to Satoru in understanding. “I want one on one time with you tonight, Suguru.”

Suguru’s brows shoot to the top of his head. Then, he nods. “I’m okay with that.”

Satoru chuckles, bending down to press a kiss to your lips. “Then I guess I’ll get out of your hair. Have fun, you two. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, babe.”

He gives you one more kiss and with a wave, he’s out the door, leaving you and Suguru alone in your apartment. Suguru wraps his arms around your waist from behind and places a kiss on your neck. You moan softly, spinning around in his arms to face him and slipping your fingers into his long black hair. It’s Suguru’s turn to quietly moan.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this with you,” he murmurs into your ear before kissing the shell of it.

You shiver at the sensation, pulling his lips to yours as you whisper, “Then show me.”

TAGS: @nekonanamii @Sacvh @suguju @pink4lili @watyousayin @nothisispatrick300

#jjk fanfic #jjk fic #geto suguru #getou suguru #getou suguru x y/n #jealousy #getou x reader #suguru

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queendijaaaa · 17 days

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I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

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queendijaaaa · 17 days

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i feel like husband!suguru would be amazing to you. he’s the type of husband that would have his entire world revolved around you. if he goes to the store, he’s always like, “i wonder if y/n would like this?” when he’s out with his best friend, satoru, he’ll ask him, “do you think y/n would like this?” knowing damn well, despite what satoru says, suguru will get it for you anyways. it’s not like he has anything to spend his money on. if it’s not tattoos or piercings, then he blows everything on you.

speaking of tattoos… your name was inked behind suguru’s ear the day he said he loves you. yeah, maybe that’s a bit bizarre, but to him it’s not. you were it for him. you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so why not tattoo your name?

husband!suguru loves you. everything about you. how you smell. your soft skin. the way the room lights up whenever you step in because your presence alone is stronger than the sun. he loves how your laugh is music to his hears that blooms a warm feeling in his chest that he never felt before. he loves how your curves melt into his body and the sound you make when you moan from his firm grips and wet kisses.

boyfriend!suguru was one thing, but husband!suguru? whew… feral wouldn’t even be the word to describe it. it feels different fucking you now that you have his last name. he’s possessive over you. he whispers in your ear how much he wants to breed you and excited to make you mommy because suguru seeing your stomach round and full of life that you two created would send him over the edge.

husband!suguru is soft with you, but would occasionally pick on you to start harmless banter. he thinks it’s adorable when you get riled up, and even more when you realize he’s doing that just to see you that way. he’ll always end it with “you know i love you, angel.” because he does.

husband!suguru loves you more than life itself.

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queendijaaaa · 19 days

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My man my man my man so good 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

nsfw alphabet • bruno bucciarati: breath play

📝: black fem!reader (she’s a former escort), fingering, squirt play, side fucking

word count: 1.3K

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you’d encountered many men in your line of work. After all, the sole objective of your profession was to make them happy…show them a good time and do anything their hearts desired. Of course, sometimes those requests got out of hand. You didn’t exactly feel comfortable but such was life..it was the hand you were dealt and if you wanted to survive in this brutal city, then it behooved you to do it without incident. You never wanted to cause trouble or get in the bad graces of someone powerful enough to make you disappear without a trace. After all, you didn’t exactly favor anyone here physicality wise, so you kept your head down and made your money. Nothing more, nothing less…however, after all this time and the plethora of patrons you’d entertained…

“Ahh! Haaa…please, Mr. Bucciarati…faster.”

“Oh hush now, mi amor..you’re going to come too quickly, you know that. You never were good at holding back..”

you could say beyond the shadow of a doubt, that you’d never met a man quite like Bruno Bucciarati! Kind, intelligent, extremely handsome, charming..just a few of his many admirable qualities. He was far more mature than most men his age and carried a rather dominant demeanor. Not in a controlling sense but instead..a man who knew how to lead and not follow. He’d never allow you to go astray..that was a sentiment he carried in the bedroom as well. He made love to you like a man obsessed. Granted, you had retired from your previous profession and spent your days living quietly off of that income. Due to a majority of your clientele being mafioso as well, you didn’t have to worry about a thing financially..they paid you amicably. It was the least bit of solace for the blatant disrespect you’d receive from time to time. However, Bruno atoned for all of that. He made you feel comforted and safe. He didn’t view you as ‘damaged goods’ or someone who was desperate for attention. There was no judgment at all. He saw the beautiful lady that lived only a floor above him..the one who was always humming and singing in the most mellifluous voice as she tended to her flowers, the one who’d bake the most delicious breads and cooked foods from her home country that made his mouth water..he was awestruck, infatuated and even dared to say…he was in love. Perhaps it was the fact that you were so similar. Two people who were so young, yet had lived three lives over. Hence why, you’d trust him wholeheartedly.

“But it feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it..” “I know it does, my dear. But you’re just going to have to be patient. You trust me, do you not?” “Of course I do, Bruno…” “..then lean back against my chest and just let me handle it. Deep breaths, okay? I need to be sure that you can handle this.”

hence why you were lying nude in his arms, sprawled out on his bed with your legs parted wide. His index and middle fingers plunged knuckle deep inside of your tight hole..that pretty pussy squelching with each plunge and refusing to loosen the grip on those digits. The sounds were enough to drive him insane, but the way you trickled down his hand, he was in absolute awe. So wet and creamy that he feared he’d last no amount of time inside of you. After all, the first time wasn’t the ideal performance he’d hoped for. Orgasming with only a few strokes because you felt that good. But you’d never felt pleasure the way you had with him. He absolutely worshiped your body and made it known each time.

Your naked bodies intertwined underneath pale moonlight and flickering candles; the contrasts of your skin making for beautiful imagery. The scene following that of the two of you immersed in a warm bath together. But it wouldn’t stay so innocent and intimate for long. Because now? He was opting for something a little less romantic and downright salacious. “Here..open your mouth. Inhale..” doing exactly as he instructed, you’d gasp and take a sharp breath. Making sure to get a healthy breath of air before he moved on. “Good girl, now hold it just like that.” In a moment’s notice, Bruno’s movements sped up between your thighs, thrusting those digits in and out. Meanwhile, his free hand had made place across your mouth and nose, asphyxiating the two as he worked you over. Plunging that tight cunt and making it squeeze around those knuckles. You wanted to scream out in pleasure, let him know how amazing it felt but alas, you couldn’t breathe. Some would probably wonder why you’d even find pleasure in something so terrifying and dangerous. He’d tested you earlier with a hand around the throat or by pinching your nose and the bodily response let him know that you were ready for such things. But you craved the rush…maybe all of those years of playing with your life, leaving it in the hands of literal criminals evoked something inside of you. You loved the adrenaline that came with this sensation. Practically wishing for air as he forced you to an orgasm. Paying at his forearm, (y/n)‘s eyes dilated as you began to feel faint. Your consciousness was right on the brink of slipping and you’d squirm around until finally…

“Come..come for me..”

he uttered those sought after words and you’d fulfill his request; allowing juices to flood those crisp white sheets. Squirting as high as his forearm. You’d been teetering on the edge all night, especially after sucking him off and it all came barreling out in an explosive climax. “Oh my gosh, yes!” At the same time, he’d release your mouth and nose, capturing you in a kiss immediately after. Before you even had time to react, he’d shift you over onto your side. But not before giving your ass a much needed smack.. “Shit..I’ve got to have you right now, I’m so sorry..” growling into your ear like that of a primitive creature. Alas, there was nothing to apologize for..you craved him just as badly. You didn’t care if the walls were paper thin and your neighbors could hear. You wanted everyone to know how excellent of a lover Bruno Bucciarati was. Curling his frame over you, he’d raise your leg up and immediately sink his cock inside of that aching warmth. “Fuck! Please fuck me..” begging him in that voice that always got you your way. He didn’t hesitate either, feeding you deep and sharp strokes whilst a hand cupped your throat. This time, a little firmer than before. Your tongue wagged around outside of your plump lips, drool trickling and falling down your chin with that deviant smile on your face. “Goddamn..the way you squeeze me when I choke you. It’s so good, bella.” He was like a man starved, abandoning your well being for both of you guys’ sexual pleasure. He wasn’t stopping for anything. He’d continue to choke you, alternating his grip as he did his pace. (Y/N) glanced back and encouraged him with filthy words. Telling him how much you loved the pain and that he could pound you harder. “Scopamiiii, oh my gosh…you’re so wet. I just want to stay buried inside of you all night..” grunting those sweet nothings in your ear. He was in awe of how amazing you felt. He knew there wasn’t a single place on earth he’d rather be. The bed creaked and slammed against the wall to match your rambunctious love making. Cries and wails of pleasure, gasps of sharp breaths when he allowed you to do so…allowing him to take full control and dominion over you. Something you’d never thought you’d be okay with a man doing.

“That’s it, amore mio..submit to me, let me take care of you from here on out. I’ll make you feel better than anyone else. Trust me..all you have to do is trust me.”

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