#Techhou x reader

[justcallmesakira]

choose for the first work u will see when sakira is back from her hiatus! And please dont question the topic-

-her editer

ROUND ONE!!

The first 4 will be selected to the final round and from there only 3 or 2 will be selected! We dont know but oh well!!

[madaraxwbu]

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✧ pairing: suehiro tetcho x fem!reader

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, rough undertones

✧ a/n: there’s hardly any suehiro smut out there so i thought i’d take it upon myself to write some. so this is just 3k words of pure FILTH. suehiro is my second fave bsd character (after chuuya)🥺✨

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“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Port Mafia executive?” The deadpan tone of Tetcho filled your ears as you were writing down a shopping list on a notepad at your desk.

You crossed one leg over the other as you propped your elbow up on your desk, resting your cheek on your palm, turning slightly to look at Tetcho out of the corner of your eye.

“I refuse to believe that you didn’t know I was in the Port Mafia,” you huffed a laugh, “a man of your status surely does background checks on those he’s sleeping with. After all, I had done one on you, I was well-aware you were a Hunting Dog long before you told me.”

The almost naive expression of shock spread over his handsome features, before his brows creased in confusion.

“You knew I was a PM executive, you just decided that you didn’t mind because you could get your dick wet with me whenever you liked, hm?” You grinned, eyes sparking with tantalisation.

Tetcho almost stuttered, before pulling his lips into a straight line.

“I don’t appreciate secrets being kept from me, and I don’t like people that torture others,” he seriously stated.

Your brows raised before you turned around fully on your chair, gazing at his tall form, standing his ground firmly.

“I don’t torture,” you corrected, outstretching your hand and pulling him towards you with your ability. Just like a magnet, he began to move against the floor without actually moving his feet. His expression didn’t change.

When he stood in front of you, you were level with his stomach. You gazed up at him with a teasing smirk before grabbing his shirt to pull him down to his knees. He was much much stronger than you in terms of physical strength, so you knew that when he dropped to his knees, he went down willingly.

Now, with your form looming over his, you leaned forward and put your hand under his chin, leaning into his personal space, a smug smirk spread on your lips as you looked into his eyes.

His hands settled on the inside of your knees, slowly drifting up the sensitive inside of your thighs whilst he returned the eye contact.

Your smirk turned into a fall grin, a flash of your teeth showing, “I see you put your own sexual desires before your moral compass,” you said with a quick arch of your brows.

You easily spread your legs wider for him, allowing his battle-worn hands more access. His index finger on his right hand disappeared under your skirt, finding your clothed clit easily as adding some pressure.

Even through your panties, he could feel your warmth, “you’re wet.”

“I get a thrill off knowing you’re supposed to take me in yet you just decide to fuck me instead,” you whispered against his lips before you closed the contact, your lips placing on his.

Tetcho sighed through his nose contentedly before slipping his hand under the underside of your panties to find your clit bare. His long and wonderfully talented fingers immediately started drawing tight circles on your centre of pleasure, making you keen as you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck to pull him in deeper to the kiss.

He easily demonstrated the difference in your physical strength with his next actions, standing up quicker than you could process before he grabbed you by your upper arms, hard enough to bruise if it kept up for much longer, before spinning you around and slamming you against your desk.

The edge of the desk dug in sharply on your thighs, making your stomach jump with surprise whilst a quick wince seethed through your clenched teeth. You made a thought to protest, but before your mouth could open to speak, his long fingers wound around to grab your jaw, clenching tightly as he ground his hips up against your ass.

You pout, which is made a lot easier by him squishing your face as your brows dropped into a frown. You gyrated back against him, trying to tease him. But no matter how hard you tried in the beginning, Tetcho always proceeded to take control in the end.

The tall man pulled your body against his firmly before his free hand travelled down, disappearing once again under your skirt before this time deciding to take your underwear off you completely. He pulled them until they dropped freely to your ankles.

You took the liberty to step out of them, kicking them away as you spread your legs wider. He hummed in appreciation at the action, before his fingers once again found your clit.

His lips feather gently behind your ear as he uses two fingers against you, rubbing small and lazy circles over it as you whine slowly. He's practically purring in your ear as he plays with your sensitive pearl, bodies flush against one another. You reach back with one hair to thread it through his unruly hair, your ass sticking out as you back arched.

With your other hand, you try to tug on his trousers, opting for the empty belt loops. With just your index finger, you pulled on the material, another meek whine slipping past your lips to express what you what.

His amber eyes glow with lust as a pleased sigh rumbles in his chest.

“A needy little mafioso,” he said flatly against the shell of your ear.

You can’t help the breath of a laugh that slips through your teeth as you rest your head back against him, “when it comes to a cock as good as yours, I can’t help myself.”

His ego seemed to inflate at that, as he immediately became more than willing to comply with your wishes. He removed his hand from your jaw, other hand still strumming steadily at your clit, using his now free hand to undo the button on his slacks. He pulled the zipper down, the rasping of the metal undoing was almost music to your ears.

Pushing his trousers down to his thighs, he opted to remove his boxers next whilst his fingers decided to travel further south, the rough pads of his fingers prodding at your hole. his cock sprung against the small of your back and it's almost humiliating how wet that alone made you. Well, maybe his fingers were helping with that too.

You gasp as his fingers easily slip inside of you, his other hand now coming up to knead at your tits.

You shift your ass, pushing back against him to entice him. You give out those small, little moans that you know he adores. They always drive him wild, always make him like a putty in your hands.

“Fuck, Suehiro, fuck just like that,” you breath out as his fingers work in and out of you, curled at the ends to brush against that spot inside of you that will have you seeing stars in no time.

You bring one hand to grasp loosely around his wrist, to keep him inside of your pussy more than anything.

The heat that his cock was radiating against your lower back was almost unbearable, so you decided to use your other hand to reach back to wrap your hand tightly around it. You started to jerk him off, as best you could in the awkward position.

You felt the muscles in his thighs twitch at the unexpected contact, but he wasn’t displeased with your decision.

His breathing was paced against the shell of your ear, before he bared his teeth just slightly to nibble on it. It sent tingles the whole way down your spine.

“You’re a cruel man, Suehiro,” you whined pathetically.

“Cruel? Are you not enjoying yourself?” He responded seriously. Trust Tetcho to take everything you said at face value, you should’ve known better. His fingers slowed, which you were quick to correct.

“No! Nono, please don’t stop, I’m enjoying myself,” you panted hotly.

His brows creased in confusion, but he decided to believe you when you said you were enjoying yourself to again start up his pace once more. He was quicker this time, more decisive in his movements.

You let out a silent cry as the action made you tug on his cock harder, earning a pleasured wince from him in return.

His fingers pushed and dragged in and out of you as such an agonising pace, you could feel your arousal doubling with each moment that his fingers treated your gummy walls. Your mind was reeling as your fingers started to loosen around his cock.

"Suehiro! Make me cum!" you pleaded, and you fixed your concentration back on tossing him off, with more vigor this time.

"Yes, that's a good girl," he moaned, and you continued with what you were doing - because it encouraged him further to finger you better. Your mind almost short-circuited from hearing him call you a good girl.

His fingers picked up rapidly, fucking into you with the sole purpose to make you lose yourself on his fingers. Your hand released his wrist, instead grasping onto the edge of the desk as you let out repeated moans and cries of pleasure.

Tetcho’s lips find your neck this time, settling on the hollow of the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh.

Your body jolted at the action, squeezing a heavenly moan from your throat as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. He felt your walls constrict tighter around his fingers, which told him that he was definitely doing something right.

“I’m- fuck, fuck Suehiro, I’m gonna-” your mouth was practically salivating at this point.

Deciding to take it up a notch, he started to suck on your neck. He was planning to leave marks on your body, so that you could stroll into Port Mafia Headquarters tomorrow to display that you had been royally fucked the night before.

The idea of people seeing his mark on your made your mind frazzle in a frenzy.

“Cum on my fingers,” he demanded, the words alone were enough to push you over the teetering edge that you had found yourself on.

Your body shook with small tremors as your back arched further, your walls pulsing around his fingers before you let the dam break, coating his fingers in your cum, the cry that tried to escape you was bent in your throat, leaving you instead with your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back.

Your clit twitched as he continued to massage your walls, your knees buckling as you tried to move away from him, but you were trapped firmly between him and the desk, so you had nowhere to go. You were completely at his mercy.

Just how he liked you.

His hand squeezed your tit before he stepped back, his fingers slipping out of you and leaving you feeling awfully empty.

His nimble fingers found the zip of your skirt, saying nothing as he pulled it down to undo it. You gave no sign of resistance, letting him undress you how he wanted.

Your skirt fell to your ankles, leaving your bottom half completely exposed. You had assumed he would reach for the bottom of your top next.

So it came as quite a surprise when instead you felt his entire right hand smack against your ass firmly. So hard that it let your cheek tingling, you let out a yelp of surprise as your head snapped back to look at him.

An awfully bratty pout on your lips with furrowed brows. A cocky smirk graced his lips, before he decided to give your other cheek a firm spank as well.

You huffed out, “I like it when you’re rough with me.”

His eyes flashed with a glint at that. Lord knew that this man could be incredibly rough when he wanted to be. His superhuman strength was ungodly in bed. You thanked the heavens that you were blessed with such a fuck-buddy.

“Then I suppose I have no choice but to be absolutely brutal then, hm?” He tested.

You smiled widely at his words, nodding your head enthusiastically before you reached down for the hem of your top yourself, quickly pulling it up your torso to toss it away, you didn’t have a care in the world as to where it would land. As long as it made it quicker to get his cock stuffed in you.

You stood naked, back still to him as you felt his presence push up against your body once again. He was still dressed, apart from his trousers being shucked down to his mid-thighs. Only his cock was exposed.

It was sort of a shame, considering how absolutely divine his body looked. But you supposed it didn’t matter too much when he decided to push your chest down against the surface of the desk. His right hand coming up to plant on your temple to keep your head down, cheek squished against some papers you were working on.

"You better scream for me, I don't care who hears," he spoke down to you. Your eyes widened at the filth coming from his mouth.

Your immediate cries were caught in your throat as he forced his dick into you. Your cunt swallowed him wholly with a welcoming pleasure, your body attempted to make a jerk reaction to toss your head back, but his strong fingers were holding you firmly down.

The suddenness made you dig your nails into the palms of your hands and choke on air. There was not even a ray of kindness with how he started, pumping into your body with full force and at a hard pace. Your thighs bumped against the edge of the desk, you were more than certain you were going to be littered with bruises by the morning.

Your eyes shook in their sockets as you tried to catch your breathing, but his cock stretched you so obscenely you couldn’t help but feel every inch of him completely ravaging your pussy.

"Suehiro!" you cried out, brain frying from his actions. His hips fucked you against the edge of the desk, your breath and body heat steaming the glossed inanimate object.

His unoccupied hand came down to land another firm span against your ass, making you scream out in a pleasured pain. You clenched your teeth instinctively as you tried to brace yourself for his oncoming treatment.

He could feel your heartbeat pulsing around his cock, it was sending him absolutely feral with lust.

Tetcho was typically a very composed and serious man, but when it came to being buried in your cunt entirely, he couldn’t help the primal instincts that racked his body.

The soft material of his trousers were rubbing against your upper thighs as his cock jackhammered like it was the only thing he was good for.

Your body was being rocked back and forth against the desk as he landed another brutal smack to your ass, in the exact same place as last time. His strength was no joke, the tenderness of your ass was a testament to that.

You were tempted to bite down on your lip to keep your noises to a minimum, but you knew that hearing the effect he had on you only fuelled him more, so you let it all go. You screamed, cried, keened and mewled as he showed your body the best treatment he ever had.

Who would’ve thought that finding out that you were actually supposed to be his enemy only proved to turn him on more?

He was not as innocent as he seemed, apparently.

Your toes curled against your fluffy carpet as his hand perpetually came down to spank you, as if you had misbehaved and he was disciplining you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head once more as you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that sounded foreign to your own ears. You had never felt pleasure like this.

"Turns out you’re just a whore for pain," he grasped your hip and used it as a leverage to up his pace even more, which you didn't think was possible.

"I can tell how much you liked being stuffed with my cock just by how much you’re creaming on it."

You whined in response, squeezing your eyes shut as your thighs and ass jiggled from his brutal pummelling. Your pussy wrapped tighter around his cock from his words alone.

"I said, didn't you?!" he spoke in a stern tone, the spank following ten times harsher than any other he had given you.

You choked on a cry as you tried to suck in a gulp of air through your trembling lips.

"Admit it! Admit you like being fucked by the enemy!" He continued to provoke you as your ass turned red-raw, the skin tingling but he wouldn't stop his punishment.

"I love being fucked by you! I love having my pussy filled by the enemy!” You moaned lewdly, your brain completely scrambled.

"I’m- I’m cumming again! I’m gonna cum on my enemy’s fat cock!" You cried as your entire body filled with heat, your legs shaking violently as you felt your second orgasm punch you and make your mind go white, your ears ringing slightly as the muscles in your calves tensed.

"That’s it! That’s a good little mafia whore!" he growled, his words reverberating through your ears and shooting down your spine in the most pleasant way. His chest filled with an indescribable sensation as he hardened his expression, focusing entirely on filling you to the brim.

Your pleasured moans become pleasured screams as your oversensitive body was trying its best to accommodate him and withstand what he was dishing out.

Tetcho groaned as his head tipped back, letting his cum fill you with his dick pulsing inside of you as he gradually came to a stop.

He stilled for a few moments, holding you to the desk as he composed himself. His cum started to trickle out of you before he pulled his cock out. His fingers scrunched up in your hair lightly before he sighed, letting go of you so that you could be free of the tension.

You gulped for oxygen as he slowly slid his cock back out, you could’ve sworn that drag out was just as heavenly as when he pushed in.

With shaky arms, you tried to push yourself up and stabilise yourself against the surface of the desk. Your hair hung in front of you like a curtain as you panted, eyes planted to the old wood of the desk.

His cum started to drip into your carpet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were stuffed full.

A gentle touch, so opposite to how he was being just a few moments ago, ghosted up your spine with affection.

“A bath?” He cooly, yet tiredly, suggested.

You swallowed, nodding your head, not trusting your voice to quiver under the highs you were still experiencing.

He kissed your shoulder-blade softly, “I don’t care if you’re in the mafia. I want to make this work.”

You hummed in approval, your eyes falling shut as you nodded, “that sounds nice.”