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At night, Otemachi is bright and bustling with salarymen and women rushing to the train station. The evening air is chilly in spring, with a breeze that rustles the leaves.
In a dark alleyway, the wall of a building shimmers— a zipper emerges, long and thin with gold teeth. The zipper slides open to reveal a dark vortex, hands pulling at the rim. Long bare legs slip out, black stilettos shining in the dim light.
Getou Suguru emerges from the zipper space, her heels tapping on the asphalt.
“We’re here,” Suguru looks around as the zipper vortex continues to shimmer behind her. Her hair slips softly over her shoulder. “Looks like we’ll have to cross the street.”
Gojou Satoru also emerges from the zipper, his leather shoes hitting the ground. He peers over his sunglasses, street lights glinting on the rims. “You guys came here for the mission?”
The portal ziiiiiiiips shut behind him, vanishing into mist. Satoru grins. Two months overseas, and he’s missed Suguru more than he could’ve imagined.
“Yeah, but it looks different at night,” Suguru says, moving towards the main street, bright with lights and bustling with people. The pencil-thin heels of her shoes tap against the asphalt, her bare legs long and defined.
“Hurry up,” she glances back at Satoru, adjusts her shawl snugly around her shoulders. “You’ll make us late for our reservation.”
“Yeah yeah,” Satoru grins and follows, tousling his hair.
Tokyo feels different after so long overseas. The air smells different, like smoke and cold mist. Satoru just follows Suguru as she weaves through the evening crowds, walks fast and purposefully towards the tall hotel building, shining with golden lights.
Four Seasons Otemachi has a staircase entrance, and Suguru takes the stairs briskly, shouldering past the tourists and salarymen swinging their briefcases.
Satoru just grins as he takes the stairs too. He watches Suguru in front of him, her hips swaying in her high heels, her dress riding up as she walks up the stairs. Suguru’s dress is a slinky, soft knit that clings to the curves of her ass.
Satoru clears his throat as he slows to let a group of laughing tourists pass by.
Suguru slows too, the hotel lights shining on her hair. She tugs at the hem of her dress, hand brushing over the pale skin of her inner thighs. Under the lights, the black knit of her dress turns a little see-through.
Satoru lowers his glasses and stares— he can see the outline of her thong, the curves of her ass sweet and supple. Suguru’s hips sway, her heels clacking on the steps.
Suguru’s thong is pale blue. Tiny and kinda lacy. The hem of her dress lifts and flutters as she moves, the hotel lights shining on her bare legs, the muscles of her calves.
Suguru doesn’t always wear thongs, or heels. But when she wears both…
Satoru swallows hard, feels a grin start to split his face. They’ve reached the hotel entrance, pausing as the wind blows at their clothes, tourists and salarymen walking around them. Doormen line the glass doors, smiling and bowing at guests walking in and out.
“It’s rude to stare, you know,” Suguru glances sideways at Satoru as she brushes her bangs out of her face. Her wedding ring glints, the diamond sparkling under the lights.
Satoru grins wide and bright. He wraps an arm around Suguru’s waist, squeezes her into his side. “Everyone’s staring at beautiful Suguru-sensei, delinquent school girl who broke out of jail to marry her Good-Looking high school sweetheart, now a hardworking strict teacher who also runs a cult dedicated to social revolution—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Suguru rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling, her lips soft and pink. They walk to the hotel doors, the doormen smiling and bowing at them. “It was not jail, it was—”
“Juvenile penitentiary holding facility for sorcerers,” Satoru recites.
The glass doors to the hotel whoosh open, cool air blowing their hair, ruffling their clothes. Inside the lobby, tourist groups clamor about, lugging their suitcases as they crowd against the concierge. Salarymen too, gathering in muted gray and black huddles.
There’s a huge art installation in the center of the lobby, dozens of light fixtures and marbled glass clouds hanging from the ceiling. It’s glowing with soft lights and dappled reflections from a water basin.
“Restaurant’s this way,” Suguru says, moving towards the elevators. She loosens her wrap and lets it pool in the bend of her elbows, exposing the smooth skin of her shoulders.
“Lead the way,” replies Satoru, grinning as he moves with her. His jacket is already unbuttoned.
Suguru walks alongside Satoru, warm and soft. In her heels, Suguru is half a head shorter than him, her long hair swaying against his arm. She’s wearing a new perfume, something floral, soapy, and a little woodsy.
Satoru slips his arm around her, his palm big on the curve of Suguru’s hip. He glances down at her, tips his sunglasses down to stare— Suguru’s tits are so big they bounce when she walks. The light dances on the tops of her breasts, where the knit of her dress stretches so sheer Satoru can see the rims of her bra. A light blue, just like her thong.
Satoru grins from ear to ear, cheeks warm and blood hot in his veins. He looks back up, taking in the beautiful hotel lobby, the soft carpet under his shoes. Suguru close and steady by his side. Warmth suffuses his limbs, fingertips tingling as he squeezes Suguru’s waist.
“You’re so unsubtle,” grumbles Suguru. But she’s smiling, just a little.
—
The restaurant is French, which Satoru wasn’t expecting. It’s crowded for a Thursday night, couples and salarymen laughing and candles flickering on the tables.
Satoru cracks the hard sugar layer of his creme brûlée with a spoon, watches Suguru take a sip of her coffee. She’s wearing the Cartier Tank he gave her on their fifth wedding anniversary, the watch face glinting under the gold restaurant lights.
Satoru smiles down at his dessert, scoops up a bite. Feels like forever since he’s been on a date with Suguru. “Workshop with Mei-san went well?”
“Yeah,” Suguru chuckles, setting down her coffee. Their shoes are touching under the table. “Maybe a little too well. Mei-san is a natural, really, and the cult sorcerers all have so many questions for her.”
Satoru hums, purses his lips around his tiny spoon. The creme brûlée is pretty good. “She doesn’t charge you more every time?”
“Well, yeah,” Suguru blinks at Satoru, then grins, lightning fast and dazzling. “But it’d worry me if she didn’t.”
Satoru chuckles softly, feels warm under Suguru’s smile. He licks his spoon slowly, peers at Suguru over the rim of his glasses. “We’re lucky to have good senpai.”
“And good kouhai, too,” Suguru clears her throat, crosses her legs.
Her dress is sleeveless, with a high collar, her shoulders bare under the golden light. “Haibara told me he finished the sponsorship paperwork for Okkotsu’s study abroad, so he’s set to leave next semester.”
“Good,” Satoru licks up his creme brûlée, slurps a little at his spoon— just a little. “Things are ready with Miguel, too.”
Suguru smiles, picks up her coffee again. She shifts in her seat. “I’m glad your trip went well. I know Okkotsu’s been nervous.”
Satoru slips his spoon gently between his lips, tips his head down and blinks slowly at Suguru through his eyelashes.
“Of course. I’m a good teacher.” Satoru touches his tongue to his spoon again, watches as Suguru’s eyes track his mouth.
“Well,” Suguru clears her throat. She’s still staring at Satoru’s mouth, coffee cup raised but making no move to drink.
Their waiter materializes at their table, sets down the check gently but obviously. “Whenever you are ready, please.”
Suguru blinks up at the waiter. “Oh, right,” she places her coffee back down, rummages in her purse. “I have these vouchers...” Suguru pulls out a thick envelope, squirms in her chair again.
Satoru smirks down at his dessert, scoops up some more as Suguru pays for their dinner. She’s been restless, but so has he— he’s been gone for so long, and fucking at the school today hasn’t nearly been enough.
The waiter leaves with their check, and Suguru places her napkin on the table, rearranges her purse.
“Thank you for dinner,” Satoru sings. He purses his lips around his spoon, hollows his cheeks and sucks.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” Suguru says abruptly. She picks up her purse, gathers her wrap from the back of her chair. Uncrosses her legs and stands up slowly from the table, her hair slipping gently over her shoulders.
“But finish your dessert,” Suguru adds, brushing back her bangs.
She takes another look at Satoru, still sitting down and staring up at her, then turns quickly and steps away from their table.
Satoru just hums, setting his spoon down. Suguru’s hips sway as she weaves her way around the tables. Everyone glances up as she passes, then pauses to stare, to watch— the curves of her big ass, her big tits, and the bounce of her long, shiny hair.
Satoru drops his napkin on the table, too. Thumbs over his wedding ring, the matching one on Suguru’s finger. Takes a last sip of water as he unfolds himself from his chair, picks up his jacket. Suguru’s already out the door, the waiters bowing and smiling.
“Thank you very much,” the waiters around them call gently as Satoru brushes invisible crumbs off his shirt, dusts off his pants. “Have a good night!”
Satoru grins as he weaves around the tables, stalks over to the exit. Doesn’t bother to put his jacket back on. He can see the trail that Suguru’s left, can smell her perfume lingering in the air. Not quite a chase, not really, but it still makes his blood hot, his heart speeding up— warmth floods his limbs, fills his cock.
Satoru’s grin burns bright as he exits the restaurant.
—
There’s a single-stall family restroom close to another restaurant in the hotel. The restaurant is dim and empty, looks like a daytime buffet that’s closed at night. Nobody’s hanging around a closed restaurant, of course, and Satoru walks silently to the bathroom, nearly presses his ear to the door.
The faucet is running, the sounds of someone washing their hands.
Satoru grins and raps his knuckles briskly on the door.
“Occupied!” Suguru calls out. She shuts the water off.
“I’m the janitor,” Satoru grins. He knocks again, hears Suguru rip out some paper towels. “Open up!”
A moment of silence. The lock clicks, the door handle turning.
Suguru opens the door a little and raises her eyebrows at him. She looks purposefully at Satoru’s sunglasses, his printed collared shirt, and down at his jeans, his leather shoes, and his denim jacket gathered in one hand.
Suguru looks back up to Satoru’s face, her eyes dancing, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re the janitor?”
Satoru’s grin spreads slowly across his face. He shoulders into the restroom, walks Suguru back against the wall. The door slams shut, rattles against the frame.
“Need to do some…” Satoru murmurs, tilts Suguru’s face up as he pushes closer, knocks her knees apart.
Suguru presses against his chest, palms hot and long hair catching against the wall. She’s warm and solid against him, smelling like that new perfume. Satoru gets hard so fast he’s almost dizzy with it.
“Inspections,” Satoru breathes, watches the way Suguru’s eyelashes flutter. She’s reapplied her lipstick, her lips soft and pink.
Suguru blinks open her eyes. She’s starting to breathe faster, her breasts rising and falling. “…Here?”
“Here,” says Satoru. He presses his erection into her hip— Suguru inhales sharply, lips parting, and Satoru presses his mouth to hers, licks her lips open.
Suguru shudders, her breath smoky like the coffee she drank at dinner. Satoru slides a hand down her side, the thin knit of her dress dragging against his palm.
Suguru groans against him, squirms as Satoru thumbs the heavy curve of her breast. “Ah, Satoru—”
“Missed you so much,” Satoru mumbles against Suguru’s lips, feels his heartbeat pound in his ears. His sunglasses keep digging into his face, and Suguru’s face, too— he leans back, their lips separating wetly.
Satoru yanks off his glasses. He looks down at Suguru blinking up at him, her pupils blown, lips pink and parted. He inhales sharply and kisses her again, hard, hands going to her waist—
Clatter!
They pause. Suguru moves back, and they both glance down. It’s his glasses, dropped on the floor.
“Oh,” Satoru blinks dumbly, hands still on Suguru’s waist. Doesn’t really want to let go.
Suguru moves first, pushes him back so she can bend down. Satoru stares, watches the glossy fall of Suguru’s hair, the way her dress stretches and clings to her ass as she picks up his glasses.
“At least you didn’t break them,” says Suguru. She turns his glasses around in her hands, wipes at the lenses with the hem of her dress.
“Um, yeah,” Satoru clears his throat. He licks his lips, hands still tingling with Suguru’s warmth.
“You should take better care of your stuff,” Suguru stows the glasses in her purse. She turns around and pauses, glancing at Satoru’s face. She swallows, throat bobbing. “…Satoru?”
Satoru just stares at Suguru, studies the way the light glows on her hair, the smooth planes of her face. His heartbeat speeds up, palms hot and blood pounding in his veins.
Suguru breaks eye contact first. She tucks her hair behind her ear, the diamond in her wedding ring sparkling. The light dances on the shimmer on her eyelids, the flutter of her curled eyelashes.
Suguru’s cheeks are pink, brows wrinkled a little. “…What?” Her lipstick is smudged, rubbed over the corner of her mouth.
Satoru slams into her, tackles them to the wall, hands hot on her face as he kisses her. It’s hard and wet and messy, Suguru’s breath fast against his face, her lips soft and slick. The hunger burns bright in his veins as he grinds his hips into Suguru’s, shoves his knee between her thighs. Suguru grunts and twists against him, digs her fingernails into his shoulders.
“Wait, ah,” Suguru gasps as Satoru mouths at her neck, trails his hands down to squeeze her ass. “Not, not here—”
Satoru groans, blood pounding in his ears as Suguru squirms against him, keeps rubbing on his cock. He’s fully hard, hot and firm against her hip.
“Does Suguru-sensei,” Satoru mumbles, hands flexing on the curves of her ass. “Have somewhere to be?”
Suguru swats at his hands, tries to slip away— Satoru shoves forward again, presses her tight against the wall, fumbles at the clasp of her dress. Suguru just squirms and trembles, their knees knocking into each other.
“Please,” Suguru whimpers, in that whiny, simpering tone she’s been using since they were sixteen. “My husband’s waiting for me—”
Satoru groans again, bites his lip as his hands shake. He gets the clasp undone, peels down the high collar of Suguru’s dress.
Suguru lets Satoru look, just leans back against the wall with her chest heaving, cheeks flushed and hair mussed against her shoulders. There’s a fresh bruise on her neck, mottled and starting to purple, from this afternoon— when Satoru fucked her on the classroom table. Satoru licks his lips, traces his gaze down her chest.
Her bra is light blue and lace, sheer and delicate. Satoru swallows hard, face warm as he stares down into Suguru’s cleavage, watches goosebumps rise and prickle on her skin.
Suguru clears her throat, and Satoru blinks, looks back up at Suguru’s face. She raises her eyebrows at him, the corners of her lips curling softly into a smirk.
Satoru’s grin spreads slowly, his cheeks warm and blood pounding in his ears. He presses closer and slides his leg between Suguru’s, his jeans dragging against the hem of her dress.
“Can’t keep your husband waiting,” Satoru leers. He slides his palms up her waist— his thumbs nearly touch as he squeezes. “We can be quick.”
Suguru just laughs, not unkindly. She tilts her head to let him nose at her neck, her hands smoothing over his shoulders. “I’m sure you can.”
“Just the tip?” Satoru murmurs against Suguru’s ear. He presses Suguru harder into the wall, tucks his thumb under the cup of her bra, other hand slipping down to palm the curve of her hip.
Suguru shudders as Satoru pushes her legs further apart. She yanks at the back of his collar. “Wait, not here, let’s just—”
Satoru grinds his erection into her hip, and Suguru grunts, her breasts pressing into the smooth silk of his shirt. Satoru grins, breaths coming fast, lips touching Suguru’s ear. “You wanna let me walk around like this?”
“I said,” Suguru inhales shakily, hands fisting in Satoru’s shirt as he cups her breast, fingertips sliding over the lace of her bra. “Not here—”
Satoru squeezes her, and Suguru moans, head thumping against the wall— there’s plastic crinkling under his palm, under Suguru’s bra.
Satoru frowns and steps back. Adjusts his grip and gropes Suguru again, squeezes her breast gently— warm and heavy under his hand, the lace shifting, and the plastic crinkles again.
“Stop that,” Suguru hisses. She swats his hand away. Reaches into the cup of her bra, and flings something at his face.
Satoru catches it, mere millimeters away from his nose. He raises an eyebrow as he studies the condom in his hand.
“‘Mega big boy,’” Satoru reads slowly. He grins widely as he turns it over, inspects the packaging. It’s still warm from Suguru’s body heat. “What happened to ‘not here’?”
“It’s called being prepared,” Suguru sniffs. “I’m not letting you ruining my dress, the stains—”
“Condom’s expired,” Satoru says.
“No it’s not,” Suguru retorts. But she frowns, leans closer, peers down at Satoru’s hands—
Satoru cups her jaw and kisses her again, slips the condom into his pocket. Suguru groans against his mouth as Satoru pushes her up against the wall, hands smoothing her bra straps down her shoulders.
“Lemme eat you out,” Satoru murmurs into Suguru’s ear, tongues at the earring in her fat earlobe. Grins as Suguru shudders against him, her breasts rubbing into his shirt. “Just once, and then we go?”
“It’s never ‘just once’ with you,” grumbles Suguru. But her cheeks are flushed pink, breaths coming fast and hot against his chest.
She nudges her thigh against his erection, firm and straining against the front of his jeans. “And...how’s that gonna help your problem?”
Satoru chuckles breathlessly, palms hot and a little sweaty. He dips his hands into the warm cups of her bra— Suguru groans again, twists and squirms as Satoru pinches her nipples, hefts and gropes her big tits in his big hands.
“I’ll take care of it,” Satoru breathes. Kisses Suguru’s cheek, lets go of her breasts, rubs over her body as he slides down to kneel on the bathroom floor.
Satoru stares up at Suguru, the lights shining on her hair like a halo. He grins at her, and Suguru’s breath catches, her eyelashes fluttering, cheeks pink and lips open. Her hands brush through his hair, light and warm as she leans back against the wall.
Satoru shoulders himself between Suguru’s knees, spreading her legs and thumbing at the hem of her dress. “I’ve always wanted to do this, you know.”
“Fuck in a public bathroom?” Suguru flashes that quick grin at him, bright and sharp. She lifts her leg to rest over his shoulder, her stiletto heel digging into his back. “We’ve done that before.”
“Nooo,” Satoru chuckles. He gently rolls up her dress, presses a kiss to both thighs. “Always wanted to flip up your skirt and take a look.”
Suguru laughs softly. “You’ve done that, too.” She shifts against the wall, her bra slipping down her chest.
Satoru just hums and gropes at Suguru’s bare legs. Hard to explain that everything with Suguru feels new and old at the same time. Above him, Suguru sighs and shifts, her breasts nearly naked under the golden lights of the bathroom.
Suguru smells like her perfume, here between her knees. Satoru inhales deeply and rubs his cheeks over her thighs, his stubble rough against her skin. Thinks about leaving Suguru’s thighs pink, and wet, and smelling of her perfume, her slick, and his come— Satoru groans and shuffles forward on his knees, cock hard and straining in his jeans.
“Just this, you said,” Suguru murmurs, runs a hand through his hair, her nails gentle over his scalp.
“Mmmggghh,” Satoru sucks kisses into the soft skin of Suguru’s thighs. He pushes her dress all the way up to her hips, and Suguru deftly ties the hem around her waist. She’s wearing the matching thong, pale blue and tiny.
Satoru stares so hard his eyes nearly cross. Presses his nose into Suguru’s mound and inhales—
“Satoru!” Suguru hisses, yanks his hair— yelps as he licks her through the lace, noses at her mound.
Satoru drags his mouth down her slit, the lace rough against his lips. The smell of her cunt makes his mouth water, gets his erection straining in his jeans. Satoru licks his lips and shuffles closer, the floor tiles cold and hard under his knees. He reaches around to squeeze Suguru’s ass, her cheeks parting with a soft wet sound.
“Wait, you…” Suguru grunts, her palm thudding on the bathroom counter as she slides against the wall. Her thong is already wet, her folds slippery and warm.
“You should be quiet, you know,” Satoru noses into her mound. He hooks his thumbs in the thin waistband of her underwear. “Some pervert’s probably listening outside.”
“Did you even lock the door?” Suguru mutters. She inhales shakily, her leg shifting over Satoru’s back as he slowly peels off her thong.
“Dunno,” Satoru just smirks, blood hot and pounding in his ears as he watches how Suguru’s bared to him.
Her underwear sticks to her folds. There’s a shiny string of slick clinging to her thong— the string stretches and breaks, drips to the skin of her inner thigh.
Satoru licks it up, his cock hard and hot and heavy in his jeans. He shifts on his knees, nuzzles at Suguru’s inner thighs, drags his stubble roughly against her skin. Suguru squirms and groans, one hand fisting in his hair, her cunt warm and dripping right above his nose.
“So sexy,” Satoru murmurs, licks his lips as he sniffs audibly. Loves the way Suguru smells when she’s getting wet, warm and heady on his tongue.
He slides the thong down her legs, Suguru grumbling as she steps out of it.
Satoru pockets her underwear and grins up at her. Suguru’s cheeks are pink, hair a little mussed. Her dress is bunched up, bra slipped down to her waist, her big tits naked and heaving with her every breath. She blinks down at him, pupils blown, lips soft and parted.
“Quiet,” Satoru winks. He nuzzles closer to Suguru’s cunt, her thighs bracketing his face as he gropes her ass.
“You be quiet,” Suguru retorts, shifting against the wall. She sighs, brushes a hand through his hair as Satoru slips his thumb into her slit.
Satoru spreads her with a wet sound. In the warm, humid space between her legs, her folds are flushed and shiny, the bud of her clit hidden delicately. She’s so wet Satoru’s thumb slips, and he quickly presses his mouth to her inner lips.
“Ah!” Suguru yelps, jolts as Satoru slurps with relish, moans loud and long as he licks up her bare slit.
Satoru spreads her wider, dips his tongue deeper, mouths at the swollen bud of her clit. She whimpers, thighs trembling against him, her hand curling in his hair.
Satoru spreads her lips and peels her open, slick warm and wet on his face. He presses his tongue into the dip of her hole and sucks at her rim, rubs her clit with his fingers.
“Oh…?” Suguru moans and shakes, hand flying up to cover her mouth— jolts when Satoru sucks hard.
Suguru’s hips buck, legs trembling, and she slides against the wall. Her hole winks and clenches, tiny rivulets sluicing down her taint.
Satoru presses even closer, digs his nose into her pubic hair. Takes a big inhale and sluurrrrps —
“Satoru!” Suguru gasps, back arching, fisting his hair. Satoru sucks her clit, the bud hot and wet on his tongue. Suguru keens, lists sideways and slides onto the bathroom counter.
Satoru rolls her clit on his tongue, licks all over her plump lips, and gently peels back the thin skin of her hood. Suguru squeaks, then moans again as he hums, tiny vibrations against her folds. The small furl of her hole winks and flutters, spurts a little as he thumbs her clit.
Suguru’s hips buck as she gasps, her cunt flushed red and dripping down her thighs. The bud of her clit is swollen, begging to be sucked and pinched. They’ve been fucking ever since he got back— in the classroom, again when they got back to the house, a few times in their own bathroom at home.
Satoru buries his face between her thighs and sucks, slick splattering onto his face, the sounds loud and lewd in the small bathroom space.
“Nnnghh— ah, ah, wait,” Suguru pants out, her thighs shaking, sharp heel digging into his back. Satoru sucks her clit again, and Suguru jerks, her hips rocking, her cunt smearing wet all over his face. “Wait, I’m gonna, I just…”
Satoru thrusts three fingers into her.
“Ah?!” Suguru yelps, jolts and shudders as slick sluices down her folds, trickles down Satoru’s wrist.
Satoru just grins, heart racing, licks it all up and smears her slick all over his face. He loves eating Suguru’s pussy, loves tasting and smelling and watching up close just how wet she gets. How he licks and licks and Suguru just keeps dripping down her plump lips, her hole clenching and winking at him.
Satoru slurps again, rolls her clit with his tongue, rubs inside her with his thick fingers.
“Ah! Wait, please— oh…?” Suguru moans again, her thighs trembling and hand pulling in his hair. She’s given up on being quiet.
“Yes?” Satoru licks his lips, leans back a little as he strokes his fingers up to the bones of his palm.
Suguru’s cunt clenches tight on his thick fingers, a smooth slick heat that can’t seem to let him go. Her folds are flushed and dripping wet, hot and a little swollen against his tongue.
Satoru grins and twists his hand, watches how the rim of Suguru’s hole stretches tight and clings to him. He pistons faster as Suguru whines and squirms, slick bubbling against his fingers.
“Not, not your fingers…” Suguru whimpers and shakes above him, her scent rising warm in the small space between them.
Satoru smirks, curling his fingers. Thinks of earlier today in the classroom, fucking her on the table, his hands pressed in the dimples of her back. Her long hair sticking damply to her skin, her cunt squirting on his cock, slick splattering on their feet.
Satoru grins again, adjusts his erection as he looks up at Suguru.
Suguru’s leaning heavily on the bathroom counter, listing sideways with one leg propped on his shoulder. She’s panting hard, face flushed and pupils blown, eyelashes casting long shadows on her cheeks. Her skin glows with a thin sheen of sweat, from the bruises on her throat to her naked breasts, nipples peaked and rosy in the air.
Satoru can’t help but grin big and wide, face flushing as he stares up at her. His cheeks are smeared wet and his heart thunders in his chest, palms sweaty against Suguru’s skin. He’s so hard he feels almost dazed, nearly feverish, his erection hot and straining in his jeans.
He licks his lips, Suguru’s eyes dropping down to his mouth— she calls him unsubtle, when she’s been staring at his lips all night.
“Having trouble standing?” Satoru flutters his eyelashes as he hooks his fingers, presses hard into the spongy front of her walls. Suguru throws her head back and moans, hand scrabbling against the wall. “Want some help?”
“You do anything but help,” Suguru pants, her voice soft and breathy. She shifts upright, her big tits swaying, nipples flushed and peaked, begging to be pinched.
The golden bathroom lights shine on the elegant planes of her face, and her breasts sway heavily as she adjusts her grip on the counter. Her soft pale blue bra hangs loosely on her, and her dress is rucked up around her waist.
Satoru chuckles breathlessly. He slides his fingers out with a squelch, slick trickling down his hand— Suguru moans— and Satoru stands smoothly, drags his sweaty palms up her thighs.
“I’m always helpful,” Satoru smirks as he noses at her hair, smells that new perfume of hers.
Suguru’s hands wind up his shoulders, and Satoru hikes her thigh over his hip, presses his chest into her soft breasts. “Let the Good-Looking Guy Great Janitor Gojou Satoru—”
“Gojou-san,” Suguru interrupts, squeaks as he lifts her off the ground, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders. “Ah, you—”
He hooks her knee in the crook of his elbow and presses her up the wall. Spreads Suguru wide and open, gets a hand down to his belt, the buckle clinking loudly in the scant space between them.
“This is not what you said,” Suguru squirms as her heel dangles in the air, her hands fisted in Satoru’s shirt. The diamond in her wedding ring sparkles in the light.
Satoru can’t stop grinning, cheeks flushed and breaths coming fast and hard. Feels himself start to sweat, pressed this close to Suguru in such a small space. Gets his belt buckle undone, his hands brushing against Suguru’s bare thighs.
Suguru shudders and pants against his shoulder, her hair spilling over her breasts, nipples rosy and brushing against the silk of his shirt. The bathroom lights cast soft shadows on them, shines on Suguru’s long hair and the skin of her shoulders.
“Changed my mind,” Satoru drawls, fiddling with his underwear, damp with precome and wrinkled inside his jeans.
Satoru draws out his cock slowly, hot and heavy and leaking from the tip. Inhales deeply as he gives himself a cursory stroke— scents Suguru’s new perfume, her clean sweat, her slick on his tongue and drying on his face.
“You’re gonna come on my cock instead,” Satoru breathes. Suguru moans, huddled into his chest and trembling in his arms.
He grins, reaches down to squeeze her ass. She’s wet down her inner thighs, slicking up his fingers.
“Wait, ah, don’t,” Suguru mumbles into his collarbone, that whiny tone she picked up after she found his porn collection. She arches her back as she lifts her leg higher, gives Satoru more space. “Please—”
Satoru reaches down, slides his fingers into her folds with a wet schlick.
“I’m married,” Suguru whimpers, crumpled pitifully against his chest. She keeps squirming and rubbing her big tits on him, one leg bent and lifted over his hip. “Please don’t, my husband…”
Satoru chuckles breathlessly, face flushed, heat pounding in his veins. “Let me be your husband.” He touches the tip of his cock to the slick rim of her hole, hot and wet and dripping.
“I can’t,” Suguru whines and squirms, her hands pulling at his shirt, legs trembling.
The tips of her ears are pink, her bare breasts full and warm against him. Her face is pressed to his shoulder, and she’s naked down to her waist, dress rumpled and bra hanging loosely down her arms.
Satoru tilts his hips, shoves in.
“Guh!” Suguru chokes, jerks, hands yanking at his shirt— buttons pop! Flying off, skittering to the ground.
“Ha,” Satoru pants out, blinking away dark spots in his vision. Pleasure rushes hot in his veins, makes his heart race— Suguru’s heat is incredible, tight and wet and clenching on his cock.
A wild grin spreads on his face, and he squeezes the globes of Suguru’s ass. “Careful—”
“You be careful…!” Suguru gasps against the bare skin of his throat. She moans and trembles as Satoru shifts his weight, sinks her deeper onto his cock with a wet, lewd sound.
“Or what, your husband gonna come after you?” Satoru breathes, thrusts up into her, big and hot and hard.
“Ah?! What, oh…?” Suguru whimpers, her cunt throbbing, slick dribbling down his cock. She’s yanked his shirt down his arms, the collar torn open and hanging loosely over his naked chest.
“Or keep you waiting, all alone?” Satoru grunts as he thrusts a little more, his jeans slipping down his knees. “All dressed up, letting everyone stare at you?”
Satoru grits his teeth, shifts his weight as he rocks his hips. “Stare at you and your big tits, your big ass—”
“No, ah?! Ah, I wasn’t…” Suguru gasps and trembles, her cunt stretching tight and open on Satoru’s cock. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders, her long hair sticking damply to his chest.
“Please stop,” Suguru whimpers, that whiny tone that slips deep into his chest, catches him like a hook into an eye.
Satoru groans and shudders, his cock twitching and getting impossibly harder inside her. Pants hard and fast as he looks down at her— Suguru’s forehead pressed into his bare shoulder, her hands digging into his skin, her big tits heaving against his chest. Her legs trembling, her cunt pulsing and dripping on his cock.
Satoru feels his face spread into a grin, cheeks hot and eyes wild. He loves fucking Suguru like this, loves trapping her against the wall, her legs shaking, toes barely scraping the ground.
Loves it when Suguru huddles into his chest, clings to him with her fingernails, her tight cunt, clutching and throbbing like she wanted him even closer, deeper, like she wouldn’t ever dare to let him go.
Satoru clears his throat, blood pounding in his ears, palms sweaty on Suguru’s soft skin.
“Don’t worry,” Satoru breathes, keeps one of her legs wrapped around his waist.
Suguru’s squirming and shaking in his arms, her hair sticking damply to their bare skin. She’s leaking between their thighs, slick dripping down her folds, the hot girth of his cock.
“I’m the one who’s been waiting for you,” Satoru licks his lips, tastes Suguru’s slick on him. He adjusts his grip on her ass and shoves in hard.
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Footnotes:
- The zipper cursed spirit is based on the Stand “Sticky Fingers” from JoJo's Bizarre Adventures Part 5.
- The scene of Satoru kissing Suguru, then pausing to take off his glasses and kiss her again, is based on a scene from a Korean drama called Business Proposal (2022), shown here: https://youtu.be/-rEzKe9-4l0?si=GZTX4VdDchdKavIN&t=73 I have never watched this drama but I saw a clip of this kiss on Twitter, and felt like it fit SatoSugu very well.
- The “mega big boy” condom is based on a real product sold in Japan.
- The phrase “like a hook into an eye” is from Margaret Atwood’s poem “[you fit into me],” from Selected Poems 1965-1975.
- Title is from Gintama episode 35, which I also love because I wanted this fic as a pair with Part 1 “You Can’t Judge a Porno by Its Cover.” I also modeled the fic cover art after the Gintama anime episode title card style.
- Chapter title is based on the song “Marunouchi Sadistic” by Sheena Ringo. Otemachi is a station on the Marunouchi train line.
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