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“Suguru, I’m really not in the mood to deal with your shit. I’m tired and I just want to go to sleep. Can we please leave already?”
Suguru rolls his eyes from where he’s standing, “Snappy today, aren’t we?”
He’s throwing the cursed spirit that he just compressed into a consumable form in the air, as if it is a toy. A few seconds before you started complaining, he was suggesting a game of catch to make the mentally exhausting night more light-hearted. You truly appreciate his efforts for trying, but it’s been a long day and you just want to go to the hotel and take a shower.
You sigh and move towards him with your hands on your hips, “I’m sorry, I’m just dirty and sleepy and I want to get out of here.” You stop once you get beside him, adding in a comment, “And it smells like shit.”
He offers you a short laugh before he throws the curse up into the air and ultimately catches it in his mouth. You watch his Adam apple bob as he gulps it down, the veins in his throat straining to get the spirit down. He grimaces once he’s finished, sticking his tongue out in a dramatic tone and shaking it as if that will help get some of the taste off.
He makes a noise at the back of his throat before he opens his mouth to spit out a glob of saliva onto the ground next to you. He gives a full body shiver as he says, “Never tastes any better.”
You look down and frown at where the spit rests a little too close to your shoe, “And here I was thinking that it tasted like a gourmet meal.”
He ignores your comment as he takes his phone out of his pocket, dialing someone’s number, most likely Satoru’s. You watch with an eyebrow cocked, but he motions for you to begin walking as you hear the phone start to ring through the speaker next to his ear.
Following his motion, you start to walk to the car that’s waiting to take the both of you to the hotel that you’ll be staying at for the night. You trudge forward, but make sure not to walk too far away so that you can still hear the conversation once it starts.
After a few moments, you hear Satoru answer the phone with a muffled, “What do you want? I’m busy.”
Suguru doesn’t pause for a moment, responding back, “Yeah, yeah, sure you are. Did you make our hotel reservation? Yaga told you to, like, weeks ago.”
You slow down to walk closer to his side so that you can hear the phone better. There’s a few cracks on the other line before Satoru responds, “Yes, I did, seeing as I’m not as incompetent as you’d choose to believe.”
Suguru snorts, “I don’t choose to believe that you’re incompetent. You are incompetent.”
His comment makes you let out a huff of air in amusement. Noticing that he made you somewhat laugh, Suguru looks up from where he was previously watching the ground. Catching your gaze, he smirks down at you from the corner of his eyes.
You rolls your eyes right before you snap your head the other way, ignoring any indication of your interest in their conversation. Suguru goes back to looking at the ground as he walks, while Satoru responds, “Shut it. Be thankful I got you a room at all. I could’ve left you to sleep on the streets.”
Suguru feigns a grateful voice, “Oh, how could I be so inconsiderate. Thank you, great and powerful one for using your oh-so precious time to secure us, regular beings, a hotel room.”
You suppress a smile as your reach the car. Suguru opens the door to the back seat, motioning for you to climb in first. Once you’re inside the car, he goes in right behind you, slamming the door shut behind him.
As the car starts to move, Gojo answers in a devious voice, “Yeah, you’ll act real different when you see the room I got you. It’s decorated all nice and pretty for your highness’s royal ass.”
Suguru ignores the tone of his voice, “Yeah, it better have a fucking touch screen T.V. and heated mattresses after the last piece of shit you booked us.”
Satoru sighs, “Is Y/N listening?”
Suguru looks over at you as you nod slightly. Hovering the phone in between the both of you, he responds, “Yeah.”
Without skipping a beat, Satoru says, “Y/N, I promise there will be no bed bugs in your sheets this time. Scout’s honor.”
You open your mouth to respond, but Suguru takes his phone back to his ear, “Shut the fuck up, you weren’t a scout.”
You hear him say, “To you,” before you zone out of the conversation. You already heard everything that you needed to hear, so you couldn’t care less about their bickering, knowing that it’s most likely to go on throughout the rest of your car ride, and possibly through the rest of the night if he doesn’t hang up soon. You experienced it all too well while you were in high school, and it has gotten even more predictable and annoying since then.
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Dragging your bag behind, you follow Suguru to the end of the hallway. Looking at the doors on your way down, you comment, “This place already seems nicer than the last one. At least the doors are on the inside the building.”
Suguru huffs, stopping in front of the very last door on the hall, “Yeah, at least.”
It takes a moment to get the key card to work, but once it does, you hear the door unlock. Suguru jiggles the knob for a moment before it actually opens. You stand beside him, waiting to get in the door, but he doesn’t move once he looks inside. Instead of going in the door, he just stops in the doorway. His eyes scan the room for a moment, but then he shuts them and sighs, “For the love of God.”
You squint at his reaction and push him aside, asking, “What’s your deal?”, but he doesn’t even have to speak for your question to be answered. Having pushed Suguru inside, you can finally step in the doorway, and once you do, you drop your bag at your feet. You look across the room with your eyes wide, taking everything in.
Your eyes stop on the giant heart shaped bed, complete with red silk sheets, sitting in the middle of the room. You blink once before you begin to dissolve into a fit of laughter. This is the worst possible thing that could’ve happened, and yet, you cannot control yourself. Clutching your stomach, you look at Suguru through the tears in your eyes. You begin to cackle even louder when you see the bewildered look on his face.
However, as soon as you make eye contact with him, he loses it too. You continue to laugh as you look over the room. Suguru sees it before you do, causing him to point at the corner of the room with a shriek. You sniff, trying to catch your breath as your eyes follow his outstretched arm.
You put the piece of hair that had fallen into your face behind you ear to get a better look at what he is pointing at. Once your vision lands on it, you screech so loud you vaguely worry about a noise complaint from your neighbors.
The noise that comes out of your mouth causes Suguru to double over, trying to catch his breath as he begins to wheeze. You hiccup as you continue to stare at the giant shower with glass walls, complete with a set of red LED lights and rose petals surrounding the inside of it.
You put your hands on your knees to try and help control yourself, but it doesn’t do any good as you watch Suguru collapse onto the ground, unable to hold himself up anymore.
Eventually, the laughter dies down enough for Suguru to get a few words out. Laying on his back, facing the ceiling, he gasps out, “Well, it’s nicer than the last place, that’s for sure.”
Sprawled out beside him, you suck in an air of breath, “I’m gonna kill Satoru.”
Suguru lets out one more chuckle before he sits up. Making eye contact with you, he grins, “Me and you both.”
You both sit there in silence for a moment, breathing heavily to try and gain back all of the air that you lost in that fit of laughter. After a few seconds, Suguru groans and stands up. Once he’s back on his feet, he offers a hand to help you get up as well. Grabbing ahold of it, you force yourself to get up, muttering, “That was my ab workout for the rest of the month.”
Suguru hums as an acknowledgement of your words. Once you’re off of the ground, he grabs his bag from the floor and carries it over to the coffee table in front of the couch that’s placed in the living room area.
Even though Satoru severely fucked up the rooming situation, you can’t find it in yourself to complain. At least it’s spacious and clean. Yeah, there’s one bed, which poses a problem that you don’t want to think about quite just yet, but it could be a lot worse.
There could be bed bugs like last time.
You take a large breath and look around one last time before you grab your own bag and carry it over to the coffee table, placing it right beside Suguru’s. By the time you get over there, he is already digging through the contents of his small bag.
You watch as he grabs a pair of underwear and a tank top. He continues to dig around for a moment before he pauses and asks, “You care if I shower first?” He tilts his head up to look at you for confirmation.
You shrug, “Nah, I gotta call Shoko anyway and let her know that there weren’t any casualties for tonight.”
He nods and finishes finding his shampoo. After gathering all his things in his hands, he begins to make his way to the corner of the room to where the shower is. Your gaze follows him before you realize what is actually happening.
He pauses in front of the shower door and strips his shirt off, throwing it on the floor once he gets it off. Your eyes widen at his bare chest, and before you know it, you feel yourself blushing. It’s not like you haven’t seen him without a shirt on before. You have, multiple times actually.
Growing up and attending Jujutsu Tech together, you are used to seeing him half naked. However, this time feels different because you know that there is an insinuation that he’s going to be taking off more than just his shirt.
The shower is in the room for crying out loud. There is no separation between it and the main room other than a piece of glass that will leave nothing for imagination. The fact that Suguru is so unfazed by the whole thing makes your cheeks even warmer.
Continuing to zone out, you don’t realize that Suguru is beginning to unbutton his pants, but he catches your eyes as he unzips the zipper. He grins as he places both of his thumbs inside his waistband, shoving his pants down from his hips. You watch with your mouth slightly agape as he leaves them resting at his knees for a moment.
You can hear amusement in his voice when he says, “Not that I’m complaining, but are you gonna watch me the whole time I shower too,” he kicks his pants off as he continues, “or are you just sticking around for the undressing part?”
Your eyes flick to his crotch for just a moment (call it curiosity or whatever) before you catch yourself and snap your mouth shut. Turning your head the other way, you grumble, “Shut up. Don’t flatter yourself, I was just zoning out.”
You hear him laugh as he starts up the shower. He doesn’t say anything for a moment before he begins, “We both know you just wanna see my di-”, but you cut him off before he can finish the word, screaming out, “Shut up!”
He’s surprisingly silent as you hear him opening the door to the shower. You huff, taking out your phone, getting ready to dial Shoko’s number. You’re in the mood to complain about the night’s events, but before you can even press call, Suguru’s black briefs land right on top of your phone.
You’re frozen for a moment, just staring down at them, before you realize what he did. Your eyebrows furrow and you pinch the material in between your pointer finger and your thumb. Without even thinking, you turn around and fling them back to where they came from.
Your eyes follow to where they smack against the shower door, sliding down onto the floor from the impact. Your eyes go back up to make eye contact through the foggy glass, “You’re such a fucking freak, Suguru!”
His nose scrunches up as his cackle echoes against the glass walls. Too caught up in your annoyance, you didn’t realize what exactly you’re looking at, but now it’s all too noticeable. Your eyeballs almost pop out of your head when you trace his figure through the steam. Thankfully, he’s shielding his dick with his hands, but it’s enough for you to feel like you might pass out.
Your eyes immediately close and he calls out, “Yeah, I’m the freak? You’re the one staring at me naked!”
You take a slow breath, in and out, trying to calm yourself down before you scream at him. You turn your head once again and open your eyes slowly. You hurry up and go back to dialing Shoko’s number. You grumble just loud enough for him to hear, “This is sexual harassment.”
He squawks indignantly behind you, and you smirk knowing that you at least got a reaction out of him.
--
“Yeah, and then he fucking threw his biohazard briefs on my phone! I probably caught at least seven different STDs from just touching them.”
Suguru comes up behind you and snatches the phone from your hand. You frown as he holds it up to his mouth to say, “She’s exaggerating. She probably only caught one.” Reaching up to grab your phone back, you feel droplets of water land on you from his still wet hair.
You smack his arm, causing him to drop your phone into your outstretched hand. With it now back in the safety of your own hands, you tell him, “Dry your hair. You look like a wet rat and you’re dripping on me.”
He snickers as he walks past you, “As you wish.”
You roll your eyes at his words, not even sure what they mean. He rarely makes sense anyway so you choose to ignore him. You put your attention back onto your phone for just a moment to say, “Yeah, he’s done. I gotta go. I’ll see you sometime this week. I don’t know when we’ll be back.”
You hang up and drop your phone onto the couch beside you. When you look up, you see Suguru’s bare ass right in front of you, basically staring you in the eyes as he dries his hair with the towel that was previously latched around his waist.
As much as you want to stare, you quickly close your eyes once again. In the calmest tone that you can conjure up, you ask, “Suguru, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
You open your eyes to see him closer than before, but this time, he’s facing you. You tilt your head up to look at him in the eyes, making sure that your gaze never goes past his waistline.
Still wringing out his long hair, he smirks, “You told me to dry my hair.”
You squint, “And you couldn’t find some clothes to do that in?”
“No. I would get my clothes wet if I did it while I was dressed.”
You look at him for a few more moments in complete silence, hoping that it conveys how annoyed you are, but you’re sure it doesn’t because you still see that stupid glint in his eyes that seems to appear every time he makes the vein in your forehead throb.
After you take a moment to contain yourself, you get up from your seat on the couch and walk over to your overnight bag. You rummage through it, trying to find your pajamas and your toiletries. Once you’ve gathered them all, you look at Suguru once more.
With a stern tone, you say, “If you think about looking in my direction even once, I’ll kill you.”
Bending over to put his briefs on, he says, “Yes, ma’am.”
You begin walking to the shower, “I’m serious, Suguru. Dead.”
You watch him to make sure that he’s turned around as you begin to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt. You pause with it halfway over your chest, squinting at him just in case he decides to disobey your orders. When he doesn’t, you take it all the way off, leaving it on the ground.
You have your hands on the clasp of your bra, seconds from taking it off, when Suguru’s head whips around to face you. He quickly asks, “What if I just look in your direction and don’t even think about it. What then?”
Unphased because you knew it was going to happen at least once, you answer, “I’ll still kill you.”
He turns back around, “Got it.”
You unclasp your bra as you watch him sit down on the couch, making sure that he does not face your direction. You take the rest of your clothes off and step into the shower, starting it up. Luckily the water is still warm from when Suguru used it.
Stepping underneath the stream of water, you close your eyes, letting it flow down your body. You sigh as the warmth releases the tension from your muscles. This is all you wanted tonight, to get a hot shower and go to sleep. This moment almost makes all of Suguru’s shit worth it.
You bend down and gather some shampoo into your hand, bringing it up to lather into your hair. After a mission like the one tonight, you’re definitely going to shampoo at least twice.
You’re halfway through your second lather when Suguru decides to speak up, making you flinch from the sudden noise. You almost forgot that he was there. You squeeze your eyes shut, annoyed that you can’t open them at the moment in fear of getting soap in them.
Even though his voice is a little distorted from the noise of the shower, you hear him say, “I know you said that I can’t look at you, but you never said that I can’t imagine what you’re doing in there.”
You huff, beginning to wash the soap out of your hair. You call over the noise, “I’m washing my hair! There, no need to imagine.”
You hope that your comment is enough to satisfy him into begin quiet for the rest of your shower routine. He’s normally pretty flirty with you during everyday circumstances, but it’s almost like he has pumped it up to one hundred tonight.
You’re sure he only teases you so much because Satoru told him that you used to have a crush on him in high school, but that’s in the past. You were a dumb kid, and everyone knows it. That’s why no one ever really brings it up.
However, Suguru likes to use it to his advantage occasionally, and you’re sure that’s what he’s doing right now. He knows you don’t still like him like that (you’re pretty sure that’s the case, but you choose not to think about the topic for too long because then you’ll begin to question things), but that doesn’t stop him from exploiting it.
Even though you’re not in full on infatuation mode with him, you can still recognize that he is an incredibly attractive being, and that’s what is making everything so hard tonight. You’re used to him flaunting himself off around you, but never to this extent.
If he’s not careful, he’s going to accidentally bring up some past feelings that you were sure you tucked far, far away into the depths of your brain.
Now with all of the soap away from your face, you bring your hands to your eyes, scrubbing all of the water out of him. You open them slowly, blinking away all of the stray droplets. You turn to watch the back of Suguru’s head as you gather some conditioner into your palms. You begin to lather it onto the ends of your hair when he starts to speak again.
“You sure you don’t want me to watch? I could make it interesting for you.”
Now washing out the conditioner, you yell, “Shut it, Suguru. Go call Satoru or something and leave me alone.”
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just sit here until you get out.”
You roll your eyes, dreading the moment you have to get out of the shower.
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You carefully tie the knot on the front of your towel, yanking it a couple of times to make sure that it won’t fall. Once you know that it is secure, you walk over to the couch. As you make your way into Suguru’s vision, you brace yourself for his comments.
Not paying him any attention, you grab your clothes that are resting beside his thigh and begin to walk back to the tiny room that contains just a toilet and a sink. Before you can reach it, you hear him let out a low whistle.
He angles his body to face you just the slightest when he says, “You look good like that.”
Your face flattens, “I’m wearing a towel.”
He laughs, “Still looks good, but I bet you look even better without it on.”
You refuse to humor him any longer, stepping into the toilet room and slamming the door shut behind you.
Now alone, you look down at the pajamas in your hands. You scold your past self for packing just a tank top and shorts. If you would have known that you would have to share such a small area with Suguru, you would have gone for something way less revealing. Not that what you packed is revealing, but you know how he is. He makes a mountain out of a molehill.
Despite how badly you wish that you had packed a hoodie or something, you put on your clothes quickly.
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You barely finish spitting the toothpaste out of your mouth when you hear a couple of heavy knocks on the outside of the door. You roll your eyes as you wipe your mouth on a washcloth. You head to the door and open it to see Suguru leaning against the doorway.
You feel his eyes travel along the entire length of your body. It makes you feel like you’re naked with the way that his eyes bore into you. It’s almost like you feel the heat on them, but you can’t tell if it’s real or not. You know how he is, but the way he looks at you almost feels lust driven.
You don’t want to humor yourself, so you decide that he’s just being the natural flirt that he usually is.
You cross your arms over your chest and look up at him. “What do you want?”
He just continues to stare down at you as he mumbles out, “Gotta brush my teeth.”
You turn around and grab your stuff off of the sink, “It’s all yours.”
You try to move past him to get out of the tiny room, but it’s a little hard since you both take up so much of the room. He’s not helping at all either, since he’s not moving out of the doorway.
Unable to get out, you huff, “Move out of my way.”
Almost like he is snapping out of a stupor, he shakes his head and looks away from you, “Sorry.” Then, he places his hand on your waist and helps maneuver you out of the bathroom. You’re sure that he means nothing by it (he’s just one of those types of people), but it makes the back of your neck hot with the way he so casually touches you.
You make your way to your bag, shoving all of your things in there in order to help distract yourself from him. You look up to see him brushing his teeth at the sink. Your eyes trail across the width of his back that’s barely contained within his tiny white tank top. Your gaze trails lower to rest on the way his ass is almost amplified in his signature black briefs. His hair is still a little wet, but he tied it halfway up to get it out of his face.
You almost feel your mouth water at how good he looks.
As if he senses your stares, he looks up at you through the reflection of the mirror in front of him. As soon as he catches your eye, he leans down and spits into the sink, ridding his mouth of toothpaste. Then, he leans back up and stares at you through the mirror once again with a tiny smirk playing on his lips.
It’s like the both of you are in a trance, just staring at each other, but you break it quickly by walking off towards the bed.
You’re used to all the flirting, and teasing, and picking, but this is beginning to feel too real.
You begin to pull back the comforter of the bed, situating it to your liking. As you fluff your pillow, you see Suguru come up and stand on other side of the bed. He starts pulling back the comforter on that side too. Before he can get too far, you stop him.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He gives you a confused look but he doesn’t stop arranging the blankets, “Fixing my side of the bed? What does it look like I’m doing?”
You shake your head, “No, I mean why do you just assume that you’re sleeping in the bed with me?”
His hand freezes on the comforter as he frowns at you, “You’re kidding, right?”
You place your hands on your hips, “No, I don’t think I am.”
He leans away from the bed and mirrors your stance, “Then where exactly am I going to sleep, your majesty?”
You gesture to the other side of the room with your brows raised, “There’s a perfectly good couch over there.”
His eyes follow your outstretched hand and he grimaces. You feel somewhat triumphant for making him frown after everything he has put you through tonight.
He looks back down at the bed, “This is a king-sized bed.”
Not showing any indication of giving in, you begin to slide under the covers. Once you’re sitting down, you say, “Lucky me, then.”
He stares at you for a moment, “You really don’t want to sleep in a bed with me?”
You close your eyes to avoid having any real emotion shine through them, “No, I do not. Turn off the lights on your way over there. I’m exhausted.”
You don’t open your eyes, but after a moment, you hear him drag his feet away from the bed, and not soon after, you hear the flick of a light switch. Only then do you allow yourself to open your eyes and let out a huff of air.
That was harder than you thought it would be. Realistically, of course you want to share a bed with him, but that would only make things that much harder for you. You’re beginning to accept that maybe the feelings that you shoved far into the depths of your brain aren’t actually as far as you thought. Sharing a bed would only amplify things, and you’re not ready for that.
You stare up at the darkness as you hear him shuffle around on the other side of the room. You hear him finally lay down, so you turn over to your side, deciding to get comfortable and try to sleep for the night. After a few moments of silence, you accept that this is the end of things for the night. No more issues with Suguru, and no more possible realization of unrequited feelings.
You feel your breathing even out right before Suguru whines, “It’s uncomfortable over here.”
Your eyes snap open, but you ignore him, hoping that he’ll think that you’re asleep and knock it off.
“And cold.”
He doesn’t.
“It’s making my back hurt.”
Your eyebrow twitches.
“I bet it’s really warm under those covers.”
Your fist clenches.
“Never mind, it’s too hot over here.”
You roll over onto your back to stare at the ceiling as you hear what you hope is his tank top (and not his underwear) land somewhere across the room.
“I bet those nice silk sheets would really cool me off.”
You squeeze your eyes shut to try and block him out.
“My back is going to fucking kill me tomorrow.”
You begin to count to ten. He finally stops talking by the time you get to forty-five, thank goodness. You decide to stop and turn back over on your side. You feel your consciousness drifting, finally, but then Suguru decides to continue to make things hard for you.
He begins to shift and turn around on the couch, trying to find a comfortable spot. It causes the springs in the couch to squeak and groan under his weight. You let it last for about two minutes before you let out a long groan, unable to handle the noises anymore.
You abruptly sit up in the bed and yell, “Get the fuck over here and go to sleep!”
It’s obvious that he was waiting on you to give him an invitation because he immediately jolts up and runs over to the bed, jumping in beside you. It makes the whole bed shift, causing a few throw pillows to fall onto the floor. You turn to face him as you point to the middle of the bed, “If you cross this line, I’m kicking you onto the floor.”
You try not to stare at his chest illuminated by the red lighting (he definitely threw off his shirt, not his underwear) as he kicks his feet under the covers. He turns on his side facing you as he lays his head on a pillow. He smiles, “What? You sure you don’t wanna cuddle?”
You huff and turn to face the other side so you don’t have to look at him, “Positive.”
He pouts for a moment, but then decides to say, “Thank you for letting me up here. Goodnight, Y/N.”
His sincerity catches you off guard, but you make sure to say, “Whatever. Goodnight.”
Although your brain wants to make at least seven hundred interpretations of those two sentences, you decide to save it for another night. You’re too tired to even think tonight, and without Suguru’s constant griping, you find yourself finally falling asleep.
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You slowly open your eyes, blinking excessively to get the sleep out of them. Rubbing the heel of your palm into your eye, you lean your head up slightly to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand next to you. It steadily blinks 3:00 at you in red.
You let your head fall back down into your pillow, annoyed that you even woke up in the first place. You usually don’t wake up too often in the middle of the night, the only exceptions being that you’re too hot or you have to piss.
Luckily enough, it’s the first one this time. Despite the cool, silk sheets, and your flimsy tank top, you feel like you’re about to overheat. You let out an annoyed huff and begin to turn over onto your back so that you can splay your limbs out in an attempt to cool off.
You turn your shoulder over to lean back, but immediately notice something blocking you from being able to do so. Still a little groggy, you just ignore it and try again, a little harder this time. You just assume that it’s a stray throw pillow that’s being stubborn.
However, when you try to move again, you feel something huff against the back of your neck. It makes your blood run cold.
You suddenly remember that you aren’t the only one in the bed. Too scared to look behind you and see how bad the situation is, you decide to feel it out. You try to move back one more time just to see how close he is to you.
You’re immediately met with resistance, just as you had expected, but this time, you’re aware of just how close he actually is. He’s basically draped across your back with his entire body pressed up against yours as close as it can get. No wonder you woke up, he’s like a personal space heater.
With wide eyes that no longer have any remaining sleep left in them, you look down at your own body to see that one of his arms is wrapped tightly around your waist. You feel your heartbeat pick up with you see that his hand is underneath your tank top, the tips of his fingers skimming your bottom ribs.
Now that you’re actually paying attention and aware that there is someone pressed up against you, you can feel his breath hitting the back of your neck every time he sighs. His head is resting on your pillow instead of his own, causing his lips to lightly brush the back of your neck.
You can feel his hair brushing against your shoulders. You can feel the indentations of his chest muscles pressed against your spine. You can feel the way his legs are intertwined with yours. You have no idea how you missed this in the beginning, because now, he is the only thing that you can feel.
Although you don’t want to think about it, you know that this is something that you have dreamt of for the past several years of your life. Ever since you had met Suguru, even though you decided to ignore it, you were enamored with him. The fact that you are actually sharing a bed (and cuddling) with him is insane. You don’t want it to end.
Despite the fact that you want to stay like this for the rest of the night (and possibly the rest of your life), you feel a bit guilty. He’s pressed up against you in the most innocent way possible. He is asleep. He has no idea that he’s even invading your personal space, and you are using it for your own pleasure. You feel as if you have ulterior motives for something that would obviously mean nothing to him.
Not to mention that you are only making things harder for yourself. Now that you have a feel of what sharing a bed with him is like, it’s only going to make you want him even more. You have done a great job of ignoring his meaningless flirting and focusing on your job. Having to endure more of this situation is going to make even more obstacles in your journey to forget about him in a romantic way.
It's best to just end things now while you are somewhat ahead.
You look back down at the way his arm is wrapped around you. You can still feel his steady breaths against you, so you figure that now is the best time to try to escape his grasp. Reaching out slowly, you place your hand on his wrist, applying the smallest amount of pressure to try and lift his grip away from you.
You successfully manage to lift his arm a few centimeters off of you before he seems to notice that he is being moved. Once he seems to be aware, he pushes past your hand and immediately moves his arm back to where it was, but this time, he grips you harder.
With just his one arm that is wrapped around your waist, he pulls you back even closer to him, enveloping you into his chest. Then, his legs intertwine themselves even more with yours, making it where you can’t move at all without disturbing him.
You groan and squeeze your eyes shut. This is awful. Honestly one of the worst situations you could ever be in. Worse than the mission you were just on.
You try one more time to pull forward, out of his grasp, but it’s no use. All he does is groan and move his head to burrow further in between your neck and shoulder. His thigh pushes past the covers and brackets itself on top of yours, making it to where you’re trapped on all sides.
With the way his giant body is basically covering yours, you try to force yourself to remain calm. This is innocent cuddling. There is nothing else other than that. This is not going to lead to anything more. You’ve always known that Suguru is a cuddler. Satoru has kicked him off the bed multiple times during sleepovers because of it. This is nothing new.
The best thing to do is to get comfortable and wait it out until morning. That way you can pretend to be asleep when Suguru wakes up, and he can deal with the embarrassment of his own actions while you pretend to know nothing.
You breathe out slowly, letting a small smile play on your lips knowing that this will all be over soon and then it will be Suguru’s problem and not yours. You let that thought play on your mind as you move your head to get more comfortable on your pillow.
You lay still for a couple of minutes, letting your mind wander as you try to fall asleep, but there’s an issue. You’re still hot. There’s no way that you’re going to fall asleep with him on top of you like this. You begin to shuffle around just a bit to try and get him to back off so that you can kick the blankets off of you, but it’s hard to do that with his thigh basically suffocating you.
You lift your own thigh up to try and shake his off of you, but it’s like he’s attached to you. With more force, you lift your leg up and shake it back, this time successfully getting it off of you.
It doesn’t do much for the body heat situation, but at least you aren’t caged in against him. Now his thigh is back to being behind you like it was before. You sigh, now hopeful that you can fall asleep again despite the situation.
However, before you can get too hopeful, Suguru manages to fuck everything up, once again.
You feel his hips jump against your lower back slightly.
He huffs wetly against the back of your neck as you mutter, “I’m going to kill Satoru.”
Obviously Suguru doesn’t hear you since he is so obviously occupied by whatever dream he’s having. You gasp as the tiny jumps in his hips turn into full-blown grinding. You feel his boner growing as he pushes it against your lower back.
You outwardly cringe at the terrible circumstances that you’ve somehow gotten yourself into. As you try to figure out how to get away, Suguru lifts his thigh and moves it back to where it was so he can get a better angle, now grinding against your ass instead of your lower back.
You clench your teeth as you try not to think about how big it feels against you. You need to get out of the bed now, before it accelerates too far. You feel dirty even thinking about how good he would feel without the barriers of clothing between you. You squeeze your eyes shut to slow down your heart rate.
You refuse to get excited over this, especially while he’s sleeping.
Using more force than you did the first time, you try to pull away from him, but once again it’s no use. The hand that is on your waist just snakes farther up into your shirt, grazing your lower breast. You suppress a whine at the small touch and try to move away again.
He’s steadily rutting against your ass as you feel his breathing get heavier against your neck. Now, you’re not even concerned about waking him up. You can feel yourself getting wet at the tiny groans he’s letting out and you hate yourself for it. You take ahold of his wrist and pull it away from your waist with all the strength you have in your upper body.
At first it works, you’re able to take his hand off of you pretty easily. Once it’s off, you place it gently on his own leg. Then, you quickly begin to scurry off the bed, but at this point, you should know that it was too easy to escape because before you can even get your legs off the bed, Suguru’s arm comes to snake back around your waist as he pulls you into his chest once again. This time, he breathes against your ear harshly as he rasps out, “Where are you going, baby?”
Your eyes widen at his words, making you flinch just a little bit since you weren’t expecting them. Did he just wake up or has he been awake the whole time to witness your suffering? Did he start this up on purpose or was he actually asleep?
You stutter out as your body freezes up against him, “S-Suguru?”
At the tone of your voice, he stops moving against you, body freezing up as well.
With a little more awareness in his voice, he says groggily, “Y/N?”
You don’t answer, but he pulls back from you just a bit, enough to see what is going on with his lower half. He looks down between the both of you to see his hard dick pressed up against you. He hisses when his hips move just a little without his permission. Immediately, he pulls completely away from you, removing himself from the situation entirely.
Now that he’s not touching you anymore, your chest heaves. You turn over on shaky arms to see what he’s doing, but he’s just staring straight at you with eyes so wide that you can see the whites of them even in the dark.
Neither of you speak for a moment, both of you just breathing hard from what happened. Suguru is the first to say something, “Fuck, I am so sorry.”
You stare at him, just barely able to make out his facial features in the dark. You look down to see his barely concealed erection that’s tenting his underwear. You feel your cheeks get hot when you look back at his face, hoping that he doesn’t notice where you were staring. Now staring into his eyes, you question, “You were asleep, right?”
He pushes his hair back, away from his face and slumps down a little bit. He clears his throat before he sighs, “Yeah, shit, I was. What all did I do? Were you awake the whole time?”
You flush and look down at the mattress. With a quiet voice, you answer, “Yeah, I was.” You purposely forget to answer the first part, a little too embarrassed to tell him everything. But, because of how he is, he just presses harder. With a more serious tone, he asks again, “Y/N, what all did I do?”
Your eyes trail up his body to rest on his eyes. He looks worried for some reason, and it’s not making it easier for you to speak, but you do so anyway even though you are mortified to actually explain things to him.
You start off, “Well, I woke up and you were pressed against me.” You huff a small laugh, “You crossed the line, by the way.” Your attempt to make the conversation easier works since it makes Suguru let out a relieved chuckle. You want him to know that you aren’t totally upset at everything, and you think that helped.
You continue, “So I tried to move you away, but you were as stubborn as ever. Then, things just kinda escalated from there. Once it got too much, I pushed you off and you woke up.”
Suguru furrows his brow, “Escalated how?”
You let out an annoyed groan. You were avoiding this for a reason and he doesn’t seem to get it. In an embarrassed tone, you quickly rush out, “Well, you were kinda grinding against my ass and you almost grabbed my boob.”
You watch his eyes widen, once again overexaggerating the whites of them. He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it like he doesn’t know how to respond. You give him a second before he says, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I really am. I was dreaming, and when I woke up, I thought I was still in that dream, and that’s not an excuse, but-”
You stop him as soon as the words get out of his mouth, “What do you mean you thought you were still dreaming?”
He snaps his mouth shut and looks away from you. You frown, “Suguru, what does that mean?”
He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck shyly, still refusing to meet your eyes. He’s staring at the couch on the other side of the room when he says, “Here, I’ll just go back to the couch, and we can forget this ever happen. Sound good?”
He’s about to get up from the bed when you scoot over and grab his hand, pulling him back down. There’s no way that you’re going to let him brush off what he just said. Now closer than you were before, you whisper, “Suguru?”
He finally looks at you, eye scanning your face for a moment before he sighs in defeat.
“Fine. I was dreaming. About you. That’s why I thought I was still asleep when I grabbed you. Happy?”
He’s about to get up again when you grab his knee, securing it onto the bed. He looks down for a moment, but then stares back at you. You scoot forward on your knees just a little bit more, slowly eliminating the space between the both of you.
“Why were you dreaming of me?”
His face scrunches up in disbelief as he says, “Uh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m fucking into you? Why else would I have a wet dream about you?” He huffs as he rolls his eyes in annoyance, “Why are you making me say this? You wanna embarrass me or something?”
Your mouth gapes just the slightest as your head tilts forward in shock, “You’re into me?”
The annoyance in Suguru’s face disappears and turns into confusion.
“Yeah? Why else would I constantly flirt with you?”
Your mouth drops open a little bit more as your furrow your brow, “Because you fucking flirt with everyone?”
He scoffs, “Not the way I do with you.” He looks away for a second and mutters, “I didn’t know you were so fucking dense.”
Now angry, you move forward until you’re face to face with him, “I’m not dense. You’re just fucking stupid! I’ve liked you since high school, how was I supposed to know that the feeling was mutual?”
Now it is Suguru’s turn to look dumbfounded, “You’ve liked me since high school?”
You rolls your eyes, “What did you think Satoru meant when he told you that I ‘had the hots for you’?”
His voice raises a bit when he responds, “I thought he was just messing with me since I liked you too!”
You throw your hands up in anger, “Obviously not, you fucking idiot!”
Suguru scoots forward unconsciously as well, making it where your noses are almost touching when he shouts, “You’re so fucking infuriating all the time! Do you know how hard it is to be in the same room with you, much less the same bed?”
Your volume begins to match his as you fight back, “Oh, says the person who was basically fucking my thighs! Do you know how hard it was for me to have you moaning against the back of my neck every five seconds?”
You can tell your words catch him off guard for a moment because his comeback stutters. He looks dumbfounded, and you think you have won the argument, until the stupid look on his face turns cocky and he lowers his voice to say, “Oh, I bet you fucking liked it, didn’t you? You were pining ever since high school and never had the balls to say anything?” He pauses to look down at your lips, “I bet it was like your own personal wet dream.”
You don’t skip a beat when you look him in his eyes and ask, “And what if it was?”
Before either of you can mutter out another word, his hand comes up and buries itself in your hair, pulling you against him so that he can finally reach your lips. You immediately reciprocate and press your lips against his in a hurried frenzy. You both forgo the soft first kiss as he quickly slips his tongue into your mouth.
The hand that’s not tangled in your hair is everywhere else, all at once. It starts off on your jaw, angling your head the way he wants it until it starts trailing down your throat and branching off at your breasts. You suck on his tongue, eliciting a small noise from his mouth, that you quickly swallow. He grabs onto your breast, giving it a squeeze before his hand continues moving around, sliding up and down your waist, grabbing at whatever he can.
You take everything he gives you as your hands are being anything but shy. He bites down hard on your lip, pulling it back just the slightest before going back in for more, making you whine against him in the lewdest way possible. You don’t think you could keep the noises in even if you tried. You’ve wanted this for too damn long to worry about how embarrassing you’re being.
Your hands go down the swell of his shoulders, feeling up the strong muscle underneath them. You grope his pecs, pressing against and kneading the muscle. You continue down, tracing his defined abs with the tips of your fingers, taking time to appreciate each and every one, like you’ve wanted to do for years. Your hands stop at his v-line, and the thought that you want to lick them occurs in your mind, but you store it away for the next time this happens.
As he licks the roof of your mouth, your hands finally reach the top hem of his underwear. Without hesitating, you finally run your hand over then tent that has been begging for your attention since you woke up. You lightly stroke it, barely adding any pressure, and it causes Suguru to buck up into your fingers, searching for more friction. He mumbles against your lips, “You did this to me,” as you continue to give him light touches.
You smile into the kiss as you use your entire hand to cup his erection for just a moment before you grind the heel of your palm into it. He pulls away for a moment, breathing heavily against your lips as you continue to stroke him through his underwear.
He takes in a shaky breath and says in a raspy voice, “Lay down.” Your eyes flutter at the tone, but you don’t hesitate to do exactly what he says. As soon as you lay down, he’s back on top of you. This time, he ignores your lips and goes straight for your neck.
He begins to attack your throat with his tongue, frantically sucking marks into each unblemished spot available. You reach up and thread your fingers into his long hair, pushing him as close to you as you can. He bites down on the junction between your neck and shoulder, causing you to moan loudly.
He places a thick thigh in between your own and grinds down hard, making you clutch onto his back for some sort of stability. He pushes up and away from your neck to mutter, “Take your shirt off for me.” You quickly comply, lifting up to shrug the stupid tank top off, throwing it somewhere across the room, leaving you topless for the first time tonight.
His hands wrap themselves around your waist as he stares at you from above. You know your face is beyond red right now, not in embarrassment, but arousal. The way he’s looking down on you makes you feel so small, but the look in his eyes make you feel so powerful.
The only way to describe his eyes on your body is lust-filled. His pupils are basically taking up the entire space, making it seem as if his eyes are black. You whine from all of the attention, making him snap out of his stupor. He takes in a shaky breath, “Fuck, they’re even better than I imagined.”
You let out an airy moan at his words. He takes one more look and rests his body on top of yours. He leans down and licks a stripe in between the valley of your breasts. You squeeze your thighs together, looking for a little relief, as he grins, “You gonna be a good girl and let me suck on your tits?”
Your mouth falls open in shock at his words. He hasn’t been very talkative tonight, so it takes you off guard. You can’t help but make a small, needy noise at his words, but you nod frantically nonetheless. Without another word, he leans down and presses small kisses around your breast, looking up at you the whole time. The small pecks soon turn into sloppy open-mouthed kisses as his eyes close in focus.
You reach down and card your hands through his hair, encouraging to go further. He continues to inch closer and closer until he latches onto your nipple and sucks hard, using his hand to play with your other one. He pulls apart just for a moment to nip at it, making your hips buck against his.
The sensations cause you to cry out, the feeling bordering on pain from all of the pleasure. He pulls off after a few seconds and uses his tongue to lick it once more before he starts kissing sloppily down the slope of your stomach. He reaches the edge of your shorts and rests his cheek on your lower stomach as he looks up at you with playful eyes.
He rubs his hand on the outside of your thigh, grabbing it harshly once every few seconds, squishing it in his grasp. He slowly licks your lower stomach once before he looks up with starry eyes and asks, “Can I please eat you out?”
Your breathing picks up as he leans down further, now resting his cheek on your upper thigh. His hands go up the sides of your shorts as he plays with the hem of your underwear. He kisses your inner thigh softly, never taking his gaze off of you. It takes you a second to answer with his watchful gaze settled on your face, but you manage to force out, “Fuck, Suguru, please.” The sight of him down there is almost too much for you to process. You can feel your pussy practically drooling for him.
He grins at your answer as he takes ahold of your shorts and shimmies them down your legs until they’re fully off, leaving you in just your panties. You feel a little scrutinized under his eyes, but it’s not in a bad way. You know he’s admiring, not judging, and that makes it all the better, knowing that you have a sort of power over him even though he’s in control at the moment. He lightly runs his fingers over your clothed pussy, just back and forth, making your breathing stutter as you stare unabashedly at his gorgeous smirk.
He looks entranced as he cups it with his entire hand, gasping as he says, “Fuck, you’re so warm,” he pauses and pushes against you harder with the heel of his palm. He then grins and looks up, “and so fucking wet, too.”
You look away in embarrassment when he asks teasingly, “What’s got you all worked up, baby?” He leans down and licks harshly against the fabric covering your clit, making your face scrunch up in the possibility of what could happen if he would just move the fabric. He does it again, this time, letting his tongue linger on your slit, groaning against you. He pulls away, just barely, and says, “Want me to fix it for you?”
Your chest heaves as you beg, “Please, do something.”
He grins and begins to pull your panties off.
“Yeah, you want me to do something?” You nod in response as he gets them all the way off. Using his big hands, he pries your thighs apart, settling them both on either side of his shoulders, leaving you open and vulnerable against him.
“Okay, baby, I got you.” With that, he dives in, slowly licking up and down the entire length of your pussy. Your mouth drops open into a pant as his drool gets you even more wet than before. He stares up at you as he dips the tip of his tongue into your hole, barely getting just a taste, eyes squinting in amusement, before he goes back to licking you up and down.
You let out a pained moan, just from the arousal, wishing that he would speed it up a little, but the sight is just too good to protest. Your legs come up and bracket themselves around his ears, and he encourages it, putting one of his hands on the outside of your thigh, pushing it closer to his head, while his other hand goes up and grabs onto your tit, squeezing it between his calloused fingers.
He continues to lap at your slit until you’re unable to stop letting out breathy moans. Only after you’re absolutely dripping, he moves up and sucks lightly at your clit, giving you just enough stimulation to want more. You pull at his hair in a silent plead to give you more. He seemingly gets the hint, making you choke on a moan as he begins to suck hard enough for tears to form in your eyes.
You groan loudly, “Suguru, please, please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, but you couldn’t shut up even if you tried. He’s reducing you to just a moaning mess, and you’ve barely even started.
After a few seconds, he pulls away and keeps the actions going with his thumb. He turns his head and starts nipping at your thigh as he says, “You like having my tongue on you, baby?” His teasing words cause you to bite your lip to try and keep the noises at bay, but he’s not having it.
He slaps the outside of your thigh with such force it makes you flinch, as he says, “Uh uh, let me hear those pretty sounds.”
Your back arches as you quickly unlatch your lip from your teeth and moan loudly, just like he asked you to. Pleased with your reaction, he goes back down and begins to fuck you with his tongue while using his thumb to continue playing with your clit. With all of the sensations, your eyes begin to roll back into your head without permission.
Your hips start to unconsciously grind against his face, begging for more friction as you get closer to the edge. As you start to feel that familiar drop in your stomach, you yelp, “Suguru, I’m close!”
He chuckles against you, “Already?”
You moan in confirmation and try to push his face closer to you when he says, “Hold it until I say so.” Your brow furrows in frustration, unsure if you heard him correctly. You ask with a voice laced with lust and confusion, “What?”
He begins to stop fucking with you with his tongue as he takes his thumb away, moving his hand back to the outside of your thigh. He goes back to licking up and down, giving you prolonged moments of pleasure, but it’s nowhere near enough to make you come. He takes a long, slow lick as he moans against you, “You heard me.”
You throw your head back on your pillow in frustration, wanting him to move faster so you can finally have some relief, but it’s no use. He’s going to do what he wants to and it’s obvious. You wait as patiently as you can as he practically makes out with your pussy, having his way with you.
You feel like you want to cry, you’re so close to the edge, but he’s not giving you enough stimulation. You begin to move around a bit in hopes of finding friction yourself, but he quickly puts a stop to it. Pinching the side of your thigh harshly, he says, “Stop squirming. Let me have a little while longer.”
You whine, but stop moving, letting him do what he wants. After a few seconds of having his way, he moves his lips back to suck harshly on your clit, causing you to cry out in surprise. You begin to grind against this face, wanting everything that he can give you. He uses his tongue to rub circles around it as he continues to suck, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
He pulls away for just a moment to gasp out, “Come for me,” before he goes back down.
Almost like it was a command, you immediately come, feeling everything unravel against him. He groans against you, licking up all of your cum like it is the best tasting thing on the planet. Your hips continue to give off small, jerky movements against him, riding your high, until he pulls away from you, letting you have a moment to catch your breath. You both look at each other, chests heaving. Your mind is still too fuzzy from your orgasm to do anything but stare.
He crawls up your body and gets next to you, his face shining with your cum, but he doesn’t make a move to get it off. He just licks his lips and says, “I’ve always wanted to do that. Always wanted to see what you tasted like.” You give him a tired smile as you reach your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, “Was it as good as you hoped?”
He groans, “Even better,” before he attacks your lips with his, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You press your chest against his, eager to be touching him everywhere as you kiss him back with just as much enthusiasm. He grinds against your thigh in a frenzy, and you feel just how hard he is. Your mind floats at just how big he feels against you. Despite the fact that he just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, you want it in you.
You reach down and tease your hand along the outer edge of his underwear. He huffs at your too light touches, so you decide to give in, placing your hand into his underwear, rubbing your fingers along the head. He pulls away to moan softly into your neck as you press lightly into his slit, causing his hips to jump.
He cups your jaw with his hand and angles it towards his face. Breathless, he asks, “Please, let me fuck you, baby.” He shifts his hips against your hand lightly, so you move to allow him to fuck your fist earnestly as he babbles, “I would make it so good for you. Fuck you nice and hard, just like you need it.”
You find yourself nodding against his head, you say breathlessly, “Do it, Suguru. Fuck me like I need it.”
He leans down and kiss you deeply one more time before he pulls away and takes off his briefs, leaving both of you fully naked for the first time. Your eyes trail down his body, settling on the one part that you have highly anticipated for years, and you are not disappointed whatsoever.
He catches you staring with flushed cheeks as he moves down your body to sit on his knees in front of you. He spreads your legs and pulls you down the bed, making you yelp at the sudden movement. He grips himself and leans down, brushing the shaft of his dick along your slit, letting your wetness coat it. He grins, “Yeah, you like the way my cock looks, baby? Nice and big, just the way you like, huh?”
Your body is flushed all over and you don’t if it’s from the way he’s looking at you, touching you, or speaking to you. Either way, you’re not sure how much longer you’re going to last even though he hasn’t done anything yet. Just being near him makes you feel desperate. You bite your lip and look down at where he’s rubbing against you, every once in a while making the head of his cock knock against your overstimulated clit. You look at him and move your hand down to spread yourself for him. His wide eyes track your hand’s movement. He creases his forehead and groans at the sight as you say desperately, “Come on, put it in.”
He suppresses a moan as he moves down to hold himself up on his elbows above you. He reaches down to grab his dick at the base, guiding it into you. As soon as it breaches your entrance, you hiss at the intrusion. It’s been a while, and he’s so big that it’s hard for you to breath.
He slowly continues to go inside, inch by inch, until his hips are flush against yours. You open your mouth to try and catch your breath. You feel so full you can hardly move, already overwhelmed. It seems like Suguru is in the same boat as he leans down and places his head in the crook of your neck, breathing hotly against your skin. You rub your hands down his back as your try to adjust to his length.
You can feel him slightly shaking against you in attempts to keep himself from moving. You know he’s trying so hard to stay still but his hips can’t help but to jerk every few seconds, making you let out soft moans. After a few moments, you say, “Okay, you can move.”
He leans up and places a hand on your cheek, searching your eyes for anything other than the truth.
“Are you sure?”
You nod and pull him in for a kiss. As soon as his lips touch yours, he pulls out and thrusts back in, punching the air out of your lungs. You let out a broken moan at the feeling, tightening up around him on accident. He groans as your walls spasm around him, trying to accept the intrusion. He moves away from your neck, leaning up on his knees so he can get better leverage.
Without stopping the movement of his hips, he lifts your leg up so that he can place one of your knees on his shoulder, leaving the other leg against the bed. He places both of his hands on your thigh, encircling it easily with just his palms. His hips piston into you as he leans down and places light kisses along the inside of your knee.
Your hands fly up to grip the sheets in order to ground yourself as he changes the angle and begins to brush against the spot where you need him most, causing you to groan out, “Fuck, there, Suguru, there!”
He grunts and listens to your pleads, continuing to fuck you directly in that same spot. He gives you a particularly hard thrust, catching you off guard and making you let out a loud moan. You turn your head to the side to try and muffle your noises, but Suguru leans down, trapping your leg in between the both of your chests. He grabs ahold of your jaw and forces you to look at him with your watery eyes.
His eyes flutter shut for a second as your tighten around him, the new angle making it hard for you to think. He opens his mouth with a silent moan, but after a few seconds he opens his eyes back up with a new found composure.
He slows down from fucking you hard to just grinding slowly against you, going extra deep. You whine in the back of your throat when he taunts, “I always knew that your pussy was made for me.”
He leans down to kiss you, and you happily open your mouth up to accept him, as his tongue immediately goes in for the kill, swiping against yours in a hurry. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him as close as he can get with your leg still in between. He pulls away after a moment, kissing your cheek sloppily before he makes his way to your ear to whisper, “You wanna get on your hands and knees for me?”
He bites your earlobe as you say, “Anything for you.”
You feel him grin against you, pecking the side of your face once more before he lifts off of you. Without ever taking his dick out, you maneuver yourself to get on your hands and knees, arching your back in an obscene way. He stays behind you, groaning as you stretch back, admiring your position.
His hand place themselves on the globes of your ass, immediately pushing them against his dick and then pulling them apart to see himself in you. He takes one of his hands off of you for a moment before it comes landing back down with a hard slap. You press your face into a pillow, moaning lewdly at the feeling of pain blossoming into pleasure.
You can hear the grin in his voice when he thrusts forward suddenly, almost making you collapse onto your stomach, “I always figured that you were a pain slut.”
You squeeze your eyes shut at his humiliating words as he starts up a brutal pace once again. You want to retort with a sarcastic remark, but you can barely force out the words, “Am not.” You’re not even sure if he can hear you over the slap of skin or the way the words are muffled against the pillow.
However, it seems like he does hear you when he starts going even faster, and harder, grunting out, “Oh, you’re not?” You whine against your pillow but nod nonetheless. Your resistance causes him to chuckle as he leans forward and grabs you by the hair, pulling you backwards so that your back arches unnaturally, causing your ass to meet his hips perfectly.
You moan at the feeling of his hand pulling your hair as he leans down and says directly against your ear, “I beg to differ.” Using your hair like a leash, he continues to pull you towards him until you’re up and off your elbows, back pressing against his chest. You’re both on your knees as you collapse against him, using his body for support. He continues to thrust in and out at a brutal pace, amplifying the ache in your core. You groan at the new angle as your reach back and grab onto Suguru’s hair. He leans down, breath hot against your neck, as he says, “See, I told you that you were a pain slut,” he pauses in speculation before he grins against you, “or are you just my slut?”
You squeeze your eyes shut, too overwhelmed from the pace to try and answer his question. He’s going so hard that you can barely see straight, much less think straight. You mumble out, “S-slow down.”
You know he hears you because his pace stutters for a second, but then he starts to speed up, almost causing you to scream out in pleasure. You gasp as you try not to fall down onto the mattress, “Oh my god!” Your eyes almost roll back as you yell, “Keep going!” Suguru’s hands clutch your waist to make sure that you don’t fall as he presses himself up against you. He smirks, “I thought you told me to slow down?”
You try to catch your breath to retort, but he doesn’t let you think for one second. One of his hands slither up your stomach to reach the base of your throat. He rests his hand there, not squeezing or anything, but its presence makes you lose your mind. You turn your head to press your face against the side of his, moaning, “Please, Suguru, I’m-”
You don’t get to finish because he cuts you off, “I know, baby. I know. Be a good girl and hold on a little longer.”
You squeeze around him at the name as he uses his other hand to reach down and thumb at your still sensitive clit, making you buck your hips uncontrollably. He uses his forearm to brace your body against his as he applies the smallest amount of pressure to your throat, making your eyes actually roll back this time.
He licks the shell of your ear before he says, “Come. Come on my cock.” After one more circle around your clit, you find yourself moaning loud against the side of his face as your orgasm seems to last on forever. He doesn’t stop fucking you the whole time, letting you savor the feeling.
As you’re still coming down, he let’s go of your throat, letting you get a mouthful of air, while he also removes his hand from your clit, trailing them both back to your waist to grab onto. You collapse against him, boneless from your orgasm as he moans into your neck, “Fuck, you take orders so well, don’t you?”
You nod brainlessly as he speeds up, making you whine out in overstimulation. He nips your neck as he coos, “I know it hurts, just wait a little longer for me, baby.”
You breathe out hard as it feels like he’s punching his dick in and out of you. Before long, you can feel it pulse inside of you, grip going even tighter on your waist. He lets out a choked moan as he comes inside of you, muttering out, “Fuck, Y/N,” as he thrusts inside you a couple more times.
He places you down on the bed gently as he pulls out, causing the both of you to hiss slightly. You bite your lip at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. Fuck, you should’ve told him to put on a condom, but you were too caught up in the moment. You try to regulate your breathing as you feel him lay down beside you.
With the side of your face pressed against your pillow, you open your eyes, already facing him. He’s laid out on his back, chest heaving as he stares up at the ceiling. Almost like he senses you staring, he turns his neck to peer over at you. Despite all the things that you just did, you feel yourself blush under his eyes.
He smiles softly, “Hey.”
You huff, “Hey.”
He turns slightly to face you, “What now?”
You mirror his movement, turning over as well. You ponder for a moment, wondering as well, what now? It’s like he can feel your brain turning when he interrupts your train of thought by placing his hand on the small of your back.
“How about we go to sleep and talk about things in the morning, yeah?”
You feel your eyes getting droopy at just the mention of sleep as you nod, “Sounds good.”
He smiles as he uses his hands to grab your body and bring it closer to him. You give him a little bit of support by situating yourself to lay your head on his chest, as well as bringing your legs to wrap around his hip. You let out a sigh as you get comfortable. It’s quiet for a moment, but you can hear Suguru’s heart beating ninety to nothing in his chest, so you angle your head to look up at him, asking, “What’s up?”
He looks down at you before looking away sheepishly. You frown at his reaction, beginning to get up as you say, “Hey, if you’re uncomfortable like this I can move, I-”
He stops you before you can go any further, using his hand to push your head back down onto his chest. You let out a confused noise before he sighs and asks in a soft voice, “Was it good for you?”
Your brow furrows at the question, “What?”
He huffs, “I’m asking you if you enjoyed it, Y/N. I know I can get-”
Now it’s your turn to cut him off by saying, “Suguru, I came twice, harder than I ever had before.” He doesn’t say anything as you lightly run your fingers over his abs in a soothing motion. You add, “Yes, it was really fucking good, and I would like to do it again tomorrow.”
He laughs in surprise, “Really now?”
You roll your eyes, “Really. Now go to sleep, we can talk in the morning.”
He hums in agreement, and you finally shut your eyes.
After a couple of minutes of silence, Suguru jolts awake, worry apparent in his voice when he asks, “You’re on birth control, right?”
Your body freezes at first, scared to death by his sudden movement. You’re quiet for a few seconds as you try to get your heartrate down. Then you say in a sleepy voice, “Fuck you. Yes I’m on birth control.”
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Suguru puts the phone on speaker as Satoru says, “See I told you guys that the hotel was nice! Now, I believe that there should be a ‘Thank you so much, Satoru, you wonderful human being, for putting a cease to our repulsive mutual pining!’”
Suguru hangs up.
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