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Suguru came home early today.
When he walked through the front door, he was surprised to not see you resting leisurely in the living room, draped across the couch in your usual spot. He peeks his head into the kitchen briefly only to see you’re also not there. It’s not until he walks further down the hallway that he hears the fleeting sound of your presence.
Sweet little hums of a song he doesn’t know entrances him to walk further down the hall and seek you out. He calls out your name once he enters the bedroom, setting down his belongings on the wooden dresser on his side of the bed.
“Just a sec!” You reply from behind the door of the connected bathroom.
Suguru hums in reply, sitting down on the springy mattress and bending over to rid himself of his shoes. It gives you enough time to exit the bathroom and walk over to him with a smile on your face.
Your boyfriend peers up at you through the loose strands on his raven hair that have fallen from his accustomed up-do. The first thing he notices is your fluffy bathrobe as he sits upright again. You must have taken a shower because your whole presence smells like the color pink.
“You’re home early,” You say, leaning in for a small kiss.
Geto blinks at you as you pull away. He sees that despite your robe, your makeup is done. Pretty tones of color that flawlessly accentuates your skin are brushed and applied across your face, your hair is also fixed nicely, further drawing attention to the gorgeous features that caught his eyes when he met you years ago.
His sultry expression doesn’t go unnoticed, and you smile, laughing through your nose at his flattery.
“I take it from that look, you like?” You chuff, fluffing your hair and giving him a small twirl that makes your robe blossom from bottom to top. Suguru catches a glimpse of your nearly naked body hidden underneath and licks his lips.
He suppresses his urge to pounce on you with a hard gulp.“You’re..already ready?“
“Well, I was expecting you home in,” You check the nearby alarm clock on his bedside table. “—an hour and a half. I figured I’d not make us late this time.” You add, sauntering back to the bathroom and leaning in to observe the work you’ve done to your face.
“I could always go back to work.” Your boyfriend jokes, laying back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head. You narrow your eyes at him, he looks so handsome the way he sits. His white button down clings tightly to his arms and chest just the right away and his tilted smirk reaches ear to ear.
“Ha, ha.” You mock, then walk back into the bedroom, eyes lingering on him for a second longer than usual. Geto watches you step to the closet and sift through your garments. “Help me pick what to wear?” You ask, turning to look at your boyfriend over your shoulder.
“Wear what you’d like, baby.” He answers, and you frown at such a typical answer from that man. You know far too well he couldn’t give a damn what you wear, constantly reminding you that he can fight and he loves anything you put on your body.
With a roll of your eyes, you turn to him. “How about I just go in this then?” You point to the wooly fluff that is your robe and give him a knowing look.
Geto’s lips twitch into a big grin, he licks his lips once again before he replies. “Well, you sure look cute in that.”
You can’t help the slight tinge of heat that you feel sprinkle across your face, he quite literally looks like he wants to devour you. You chuckle out a nervous laugh.
“I don’t think you or me will appreciate the glares of other people as we eat our dinner.” You humor him, then turn to pull out some dresses and bring them to the bed.
Geto admires your thinking face as you drape your fingers across the fabric of the dresses, probably contemplating what shoes you could wear and the comfortability of the choices. You seem to come to a decision when you rid yourself of the robe and stand in your bra and panties.
You and Suguru have been together for years, yet he’ll never get tired of looking at your body. Each time feels like the first, and the way you’re so nonchalant and comfortable to be completely bare and vulnerable in front of him and only him, stuns him from further replying to your statement.
They’re simple undergarments— a lacy black bra paired with matching panties—but lucky for you, Geto Suguru is a very simple man.
Your boyfriend does not fail to clench his fists together at the sight of your exposed curves prancing along at the foot of your shared bed. You’re so effortlessly beautiful, he thinks as you turn your back to him and shimmy into a little black dress, hips swaying left to right while you work the garment on.
“Could you zip me up?” You ask so sweetly, holding the back of your dress up.
Geto quickly rises from his spot in the bed, wetting his lips as he fills the empty space behind you with his tall, strong body. He presses against you, completely discarding your ask to instead tickle your back with nimble fingers and adoring small kisses on your shoulder. You shudder as his long hair brushes against your skin, he must have let it down from the usual bun.
His lips are warm against your neck as he moves up your neck, now nuzzling his nose into your hair which makes you giggle. “ Suguru ,” You warn, lolling your head to the side.
“ Hmm ?” He hums in reply, trailing his slender hands down your sides, only for them to find your hips and turn you to face him.
“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want me to wear this dress?” You pout, raising a brow at him.
Geto laughs, the sound rumbles between your bodies. “I want you to wear the dress,” He starts, then slowly, he lowers his lips to your ear, whispering something only low enough for you to hear.
“..so I can rip it off you when we get home.”
You inhale sharply at his words. They prickle you into goosebumps that form on the tops of your arms and legs. The warmth of his breathing tickles your ear, even so, you lean into his touch. Suguru lifts your chin to meet his face, a devilish smirk plastered on his features and then presses his lips to yours. You place your palms on his chest for stability, running them across the muscles hidden below his shirt, knowing that just underneath is an intricate traditional japanese dragon that stretches from his pecs to his broad shoulders.
Your hands steadily slip down his torso, toying with the bottom button of his work shirt. It’s done innocently and with no serious intent, but he takes lead by undoing the top buttons, down until he meets your fingers on the last. You help him out of that white shirt, never missing an opportunity to have your smaller, delicate hands trailing against his naked chest.
Geto takes this time to hoist you up and have you straddle him on the bed. It’s a matter of time before you’re melting against him, lips meshing together like you could never pull them apart. His hands dare to trail down the small of your back and to the fat of your ass, kneading and hungry. Somewhere in between the kissing, Geto pulls the loose fabric of the dress down your chest. Your bra appears into vision again and he dives to lick and nip at the bare skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” He murmurs into your skin, his meaty hands now reach to palm your tits.
“ Mm , what do you mean?” You quietly question, head falling back as your chest rises to fill his hands.
A chuckle vibrates against you. “What do I mean?” He questions as he soaks up every part of you with his eyes. “You’re so fucking sexy .” He squeezes your tits together and bites his bottom lip at the sight. “That’s what I mean.”
You shyly turn your head away. “Shush.”
“No, baby. You gotta believe me.” He presses on, now unlatching your bra clasps and letting it pile at your waist along with the dress.
“I fucking love you.” Geto growls, leaning to lick around one of your nipples and bringing it to a hardened peak. Only then does he suck it into his mouth, tongue swirling over the bud. “I love you and your body.” He squeezed your sides. “There’s no way you’re real.”
You watch him become completely enamored with your existence with each and every kiss. The warmth of him makes you squeeze your thighs together, in the slight hope that it will make the tingling sensation you’ve had since he’s gotten home go away.
“ Suguru ..,” You gasp, realizing how far this is going. “…We should be getting ready for dinner.”
He looks at you with lidded eyes, dark and full of lust.
“But dinner’s right here?”
Your mouth parts as you watch your boyfriend’s lips form into a controlled smile. Before you know it, he’s lifting you in his arms only to maneuver you on your back. He lowers himself to your waist, dragging his fingers down your stomach and your thighs for them to happily reunite and tap you gently across your core.
You swallow, any words you try to get out are caught in your throat. It’s silly to attempt any rebuttal because one, the perfectly constructed pecks across your pelvic bone that are leaving minor wet marks across your warm skin feels fucking great. And two, you don’t want him to stop.
Geto can smell your body products better from his new position, a gentle rose-scented body wash, a sweet pomegranate scrub, and even the fragrant cream you use to shave.
“You smell so good.” He compliments, soaking in every scent you carry and drowning in it. He continues nipping and sucking at your thighs, leaving small purple spots to decorate them and brand you as his .
“ Geto ,” You whine, gripping to the sheets on the bed for some sort of restraint.
“How am I supposed to resist you?” Like clockwork he asks, kissing the wet patch that’s forming in those simple black panties. It helps the throbbing in your pussy none, sending a tingle straight to your clit.
You make a small noise of satisfaction, Geto grins. “I could kiss this pussy for days.” He whispers. “Lay you just like this and feast for hours like a man fucking starved.”
He bunches up the fabric to tightly form around your cunt and pulls up. “Look at that.” He whispers, drooling at the sight.
“Fucking beautiful.” He spits, now yanking your panties down, down, down, only to leave them to dangle off one ankle. “Gorgeous.” He retorts, now with an animalistic look in his eyes.
“D-don’t just stare…” You warn, but the words hold no fury and your body language gives what you really feel away. The arm to your face that hides your embarrassment and the sightful clench of your cunt does nothing but show how much you need him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” He soothes you, rubbing light circles on your stomach. “You have not one thing to be embarrassed about.”
You smile a little. “ Mmf… you’re sweet.”
“Bet you’re sweeter.” He hums, holding your thighs apart and licking from your hole to your clit. He groans delightfully at your taste, eyes darkening even more. “I was right.”
“ A-ah.. baby,” You breathe, biting your lip as you peer down at your boyfriend. He looks at you from between the valley of your breasts and panting chest, a sight he could never get tired of.
“What is it, doll?” He eggs you on, knowing you resort to nothing but a puddle when he’s got you laid out like this. He likes to use it to his advantage. Like he’s playing with his food.
“Want you..” You buck your hips into his face for him to continue. “— play with me. ” You whine.
“You wanna play, sweetheart?”
You nod. “Yes, daddy .”
Geto’s eyes roll to the back of his head, but he quickly shakes out of it as he ravenges your cunt, kissing and sucking and tugging and thrusting his tongue into it, all at a controlled pace that sends shockwaves through your body. You’re quick to hold his dark locs in between your fingers and pull, desperate, rubbing his face in your folds.
“ Sug-uru , o-oh— god ,”
“God?” He smirks as he pulls away, “s’that really you think of me?”
You mindlessly nod, too drunk off the feeling of his tongue on you like it’s searching for a purpose to live.
Geto reaches his thumb to your clit, applying the smallest bit of pressure in tight circles while he prods his tongue in and out of you. You absentmindedly close your thighs around him, but he could care less. Getting squeezed around your heavenly thighs would be a perfect way to go.
“ Fuck , baby..” Your tongue lolls out of your mouth as you babble like a mindless whore. He’s got you in the palm of his hand and hasn’t even fucked you yet.
Without breaking his tempo, Geto holds your thighs between one of arms and continues his routine. Everytime you buck your hips, his tongue will flick over your clit, his fingers will circle it faster, and when he finally adds a finger per your request, you’re chanting his name like it’s the only thing you know.
“ Geto, m’ gonna—“ A high pitched squeal is ripped from your throat as he changes his motions. Upon your warning, he adds another finger, moving them in a rapid ‘come here’ motion while his other fingers are preoccupied with your clit racing side to side.
“ Mm, fuck, daddy!” You cry into a shaky moan, teeth clenching and toes curling. The feeling in your stomach is far off of igniting, now in full blown fire. This fucker was trying to make you squirt.
His grin is wild, cock hard and straining in his pants as he watches you lose all sanity and come undone on his hands.
“n-ngh!” You squeak, gripping to the sheets beneath you as a wave of pleasure—and liquid—comes pouring out of you.
“There you go, baby.” Geto praises you, flicking his wrist with ease while your slick leaks out of your pussy. “That’s my fucking girl.”
Your eyes shut tight, head thrown back and a scream rips out of you as you shake violently. “Okay! d-done!” You cry, way too fucked to handle the overstimulation.
Geto takes his fingers from inside you, showing them off like a fucking trophy, then licking the liquid off like a lollipop.
You lay on the bed, hair now a mess, makeup a little crazy, and pussy still throbbing from such an intense orgasm. You try to calm the beating of your heart in deep breaths.
You open your hazy eyes and look at him, he smiles, keeping eye contact with you as he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop. The outline of his cock tents in his boxers and your eyes turn into hearts. Slowly, he crawls into bed to hover over you.
You run your hands through his hair while he places kisses against your cheek.
“Baby?” You smile.
“Yes, doll?”
“You got your dinner but not your dessert.” You slur—still in a sex daze from getting tongue fucked hard—you move your hand to palm gently through his boxers.
“Mm, yeah?” He groans, watching you with low lids.
“I’m thinking... creampie ?“
Geto smiles, that smile you’ll never get tired of.
“You’re killing me, woman.”
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