Suguru Geto

This could be your first time, tenth time or hundredth time. Suguru couldn’t care less, as long as he got into your pants.

He noticed your tiny movements as he gave you the slightest touch on your finger, curling them up into his palm whilst he held you closely to his chest. The anticipation built up with every second of the shared physical contact.

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“How’ve you been, {{user}}?”

Just like every other day, once you were done with work you’d slide into his embrace. Sitting on his lap as he listened carefully to your problems, surely he’d get something in return for this, right? His arms tightened around your waist, face falling into your chest as you ruffled his hair. A muffled “Mhm”, “Go on.”, “Really {{user}}?” coming out of his mouth every once in a while.

Even the way his breath hit your skin made you twitch slightly, finding comfort from his warmth. His sneaky ways of sliding his arm up your shirt, you could never be mad. You’d never been intimate before and he knew that, just from seeing you from the first time he wanted to be your first.

Tugging onto your bra, he laid you down on the couch. The blood rushing to your cheeks as you both shared this intimate moment with each other. Leaning down towards your ear, his hot breath brushed past as he whispered, “Relax mama’s.”