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eraserbread · 3 months ago

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suguru is so nice to u until u interrupt his meeting :( now he has to punish u in front of his husband, satoru. or, you and geto's pov from this drabble

check out parts 1. 2. 3. 4.

"just give me an hour, dear! i'll be with you so soon, I just have this meeting-

if you didn't stop him now, suguru would go on and on, assuming you're mad at him. you shake off his worry, giving him a sweet smile as you lounge back on their huge sectional. if you can help it, you always choose to do schoolwork at their house. i mean, come on, if satoru isn't here, all of his textbooks and cheat sheets from years of work are.

"I have this... exam to study for, just take your time."

he's leaning out of his office door down the hall, hair pinned back in a professional twist. you love him like this -- especially when his bangs are out. your brain loses all function when he looks at you with a gaze so packed full of admiration.

"you need anything at all, don't hesitate, okay? let me know."

"'m okay, geto-kun." you've caught yourself latching onto gojo's horny nicknames, but you admit he has a knack for them. in their presence, you're never called by your name. it's always some random love-licked phrase -- ducky was a current favorite of satoru's. suguru is mainly happy calling you his baby and referring to you as 'dear' like always. he's a man of habit, and you're blessed to be one of them.

"alright!" like a whack-a-mole, he disappears quickly behind the door, and you can hear him beginning to talk shortly after. he keeps his door open so you always feel comfortable to rush to him if need be. and, he kinda wants you to. this is his meeting after all, he chose this time and he could reschedule if you asked him just right.

while suguru goes on and on about inflation and property costs nonsense, you turn back to your textbook, balancing a highlighter between your teeth as you skim the same paragraph over and over again. seems like everytime you read it, your brain short circuits and deletes all information about the topic. cruel. your exam was literally next week.

right now, you were studying for your life science course, and though satoru taught chemistry, he's bounced around enough subjects to have ample cheating material. only issue is, satoru and suguru share an office, and suguru is knee-deep in a meeting, currently.

you'd have to be a bother, but you were okay with that.

suguru's smooth voice gets louder as you stand and walk down the hall. you're not too worried about being seen on camera, but you are wearing scandalously short shorts. now, it's just a habit whenever you visit your men. they like to look at you and you were happy to oblige, once more.

"mhm, and that's just the unfortunate truth about living in the city... those house insurance prices..." suguru drones, using his crossed hands as a chin rest over his desk. peeking in through the door, you can see he's in a space with about four or five other people. hell, it's better than twenty.

"and that's true for a lot of us, here-

"sugu..!" you whisper, peeking your head through the door. Immediately he whips his head, eyes wide in worry.

"yes?"

"no- i'm okay, i just." you creak the door further, stepping one foot inside the drafty room. "need to steal some of satoru's textbooks. they're behind you. the camera."

suguru turns around in his office chair, eyeing the insane shelf of books he's looked at for years. its only when you entered their life, did they finally serve a purpose. he nods. "which do you need? I'll grab them."

you take a few steps in the room, assuming his microphone is muted if he's speaking so openly. "life science? anything with bio, honestly. shit is impossible."

"i'm curious to see how much life science a writer will have to utilize." he laughs to himself, smiling as he combs the shelf for anything of the sort. it's true, his husband stock piles on books and material for a rainy day.

"stupid electives. oh, look." you get far too excited when you see it -- a hardcover bound book with 'Science: The Study of Life in All of It's Forms.' on the third shelf from the top. you point it out to suguru, but he's squinting in vain. "third shelf up, sugu."

"aha. gotcha." suguru stands on his toes, reaching up to retrieve the textbook and hand it off to you perfectly out of camera-shot. he's not too worried about his colleagues seeing you, but he's worried about them seeing you like this -- clothed loosely. you can respect his wishes. "go on now, dear."

"yes, sir." you scrape your teeth over your bottom lip as you give him a goodbye look, slipping back out through the door.

you only get a few chapters deep before you're bored and pining again. suguru was still in his meeting, and you really wish you were keeping track of time so you knew when satoru was due to be back.

you stand from your warm spot to take the book back, walking slowly to make sure he's still in the meeting before creaking the door open again. you definitely can wait for him to be done to put it back, but you're bored. suguru is free entertainment - what can you say?

suguru doesn't notice you at first. he's too busy nodding along to whatever gibberish another is spewing. you could call his name, but you didn't want to be too annoying, so you leave the book by the door and drop to your knees.

"yep. it's actually a great idea, once we head into this second quarter that will definitely be a factor." suguru continues, completely oblivious to your stalking. you're on all fours, trying your best to keep your head down as you approach him.

"sugu, i'm so bored."

poor suguru -- he almost jumps out of his skin. "fuck..!" then he curses again when he realizes he's in fact not muted.

"geto-kunnnn, please?"

suguru is flustered as hell trying to mute himself and flip his camera off. tomorrow he will push it off on technical difficulties, but nobody truly would give a damn. it's just a formality thing.

he tries his hardest to come off authoritative with you, but he's just flushed and embarrassed. doesn't help that you were sitting at his feet like the perfect little clingy pet.

"please, what?"

"i'm so fucking bored."

"why is that my issue?" suguru's voice dips a tone lower once he reads your energy. i mean, you're at his fucking feet sitting so pretty and patient. he loves when you look up at him and those innocent eyes widen. god, he's just obsessed with you.

he brings a hand down to pet over your face, tracing your lips against his fingertips. his breath catches in his throat as you part your lips, swirling your tongue across his pointer.

"fuck."

"you have something i want."

"yeah? yeah, you just stay just like that..." he mumbles, guts swimming with pleasure as he digs in his back pocket for his shiny black phone. "take my fucking fingers, baby. pretend like 's my cock you're kissing."

"mm, sugu..." his pillow talk is always the best and his flips it on and off so well. he could be calling you a beautiful angel at one moment, then flipping it and calling you his cock slut. there's truly no medium.

"...and pose real pretty for satoru."

suguru's pointing his phone over you, capturing the perfect lewd photo to send directly to satoru's phone. it takes less than a minute for his husband to respond in flustered messages, it draws a smile across his perfect face.

"somebody's a fan... personal request: pull her shirt up so I can see the goods. what a dork."

"it's like all you guys care about is seeing me naked."

"says the one sneaking into my office looking to get fucked." there's no buffer behind his words, he had you right where he wanted you.

vaguely, he can hear the sound of the meeting continuing, but doesn't listen. it's impossible to do anything when you're staring at him with wet lips and needy eyes.

"fuck, are you fucking kidding me? so fucking pretty." he's growling, shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he reaches down to slide his arm under the hem of your shirt, large hand coming out of the neckline to choke you softly. you bare your neck completely for him, shivering as the coolness of his hands take over your entire nervous system. now, you're cold to the touch, and you wanted suguru to warm you up.

instead, he snaps another set of photos, sending them to satoru before tossing his phone to the side. he had a mind to fuck you up. in the nicest, suguru geto way possible. but, there was no nice way to describe what he'd do to you. he wants to turn your ass a burning red before stuffing it full of him.

yeah... that'll do just fine. but, first. he actually leaves his meeting. one cuss word wasn't damaging, but fucking his girlfriend in front of some of the richest realtors in the city wasn't a good idea.

once he presses that 'leave meeting' button, he's dragging you to your feet by the hold he has on your neck. you're already a whining mess for him, trying to catch your footing as he throws you over his lap.

suguru's always been the more gentler one of the two, though looks can be deceiving. satoru was a freak, suguru was just happy to be there to deal with it. but, when they're apart, suguru fills that freaky role just enough to keep you interested.

"gonna make this ass nice and red and give satoru a good shot." he mumbles, large palm massaging over your clothed ass. your shorts were too tight to wiggle off, suguru would actually have to peel them off of you, but he had other intentions.

"w-why?" you whine, standing on the tips of your toes to accommodate his height. "you said to come to you if I needed anything."

"i meant actual, important things. like... hey sugu, where's the pasta? i'd love to make you a meal."

"shoulda told me you were hungry-

"yeah, well now my meal is laid out on my lap." he places a little experimental slap to your ass, watching as you mewl and arch your back. the sight makes him lick his lips. he's so oblivious to the constant string of texts lighting up his phone because you're so damn intoxicating. "uh, tell me if it's to-

"just do it." you whine through clamped teeth, digging your fingers in the thickness of his right thigh. he finally slides his hand between the fabric of your shorts, giving them a few good tugs until they're tight around your knees.

"god, you're already so wet. gonna stain my pants." he growls, dipping his fingers between your cheeks and through your wetness. it's so humiliating, you bury your face deeper into your arm. you don't know why you get like this alone with suguru -- you just want to impress him, to give him an out of body experience. with satoru, its easier to balance out, and you don't have to worry about saying something stupid, because satoru already has.

this was so much more than a crush or baseless lust.

"but, you're a damn menace."

then, it comes: a strong, full bodied slap erupts against your ass, the aftershocks ricocheting off the walls. he hits like a man, not bothering to hold back because he knows you've taken worse. your skin blooms a magnificent shade of red in his wake, just begging for more color from his hand.

so, he hits you again.

and again,

then, once more.

he doesn't even realize your toes are strained and your cheeks are damp, he's terrible at losing himself in the moment. satoru is useful in always bringing him back to reality.

yet, he carries on after a brief pause, sucking in a breath before laying a series of four -- two on each cheek, making you shriek and writhe against him.

you wish you could see his face staring down at you. you're wondering if this is taking as much a toll on him as it was for you. but, suguru is strong, and his self-control is frightening, so probably not. the most he'd likely do right now without satoru is touch you a bit and send you on your way so he can finish his work. but, you don't want that. you came in here for a reason -- craving alone time with suguru for once.

you didn't care if it got you spanked or tossed around; you just wanted to be at his sweet, sweet mercy.

he gives you no warning when he trails his fingers down between your cheeks, biting over his bottom lip as he plays with your clit softly. His touch is gentle, but it shocks you. you seethe out a moan, reaching for something to grab onto in your vicinity. There's nothing -- all you can do is cover your mouth and cry into them as two thick fingers press inside of you.

it makes you shudder, broken moans falling from your muffled lips. it takes him less than a minute to find his way around your body, using his thumb to keep your clit interested as he fondles your g-spot. fingering is one of those guilty pleasures of his -- he loves the way you feel inside, the way you shiver and heat him ten degrees. it's so hot, you're so hot.

"satoru's gonna come home and fuck you limp, i just know it."

"do-don't talk like that!"

"no?" he pouts, raising his eyebrows as he tucks a third finger alongside his two, watching how your darling face turns up in inexplicable pleasure. "you don't believe me?" he's teasing you so fucking hard, using that gorgeous ass tone of voice that tears you at the seams. he doesn't even realize the effect he has on you as he takes another photo, gasping at the results as he sends it to satoru.

you knew you'd be in a whirlwind of trouble once he gets home.

satoru comes home...

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