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E. Munson — Study Sesh

Synopsis: After pining for the local outcast for months, Eddie asks for your tutoring expertise. But soon a simple Shakespeare passage turns into a game of strip-studying and you wonder if you’ll be able to conceal your infatuation for much longer.

cw: MDNI, 18+ content, porn with plot, fem! reader, strip game, fingering, oral (fem! receiving), safe sex, biting, hair pulling, back scratching, Eddie is a bit of a glutton for pain SORRY

Wc: 6.4k

Notes: hello!! i wrote this all the way back when Vol. 1 came out and just kicked rocks until Vol. 2 for no good reason so there’s no spoilers! i’m also considering a part two enjoy :))

He was the bane of your existence. Not because he was a jerk, or because he treated you poorly. Quite the opposite. He was always kind when you spoke, always gracious. Granted, you didn’t speak often. No, your relationship involved more of you staring at him from across the cafeteria. 

Eddie Munson. The town pariah who ran the Hellfire Club, something you tried to avoid. Not out of fear or superstition, but out of fear of embarrassing yourself in front of him. God knows you wouldn’t come back from that.

He always occupied your thoughts, no matter how much effort you put in to forgetting him. You blamed Nancy since it was her idea to have you interview the Hellfire Club. While you weren’t very interested in journalism, you wanted to support her and she didn’t want to go to her brother’s club.

And throughout the two hour campaign, you watched him as he led the club through various confrontations and interactions. You found yourself mesmerized by how animated he was, how much personality he had. The fellow members clung to every word he said. You took extensive notes, hoping to distract yourself from the feeling blossoming up from inside. 

Afterwards, the other members of the group cleaned up the table while you spoke with him. You asked your silly little questions and he answered them genuinely as you both started hearing rain pattering on the roof.

“Hey, y/n!” Mike called, holding his backpack. 

“Can’t you see we’re busy here, Wheeler!” Eddie called back, shaking his head. “You were saying?” His dark eyes met your nervous ones.

“Oh just, are you planning on passing the torch to the younger guys once you graduate?” You repeated yourself, hoping your blush isn’t noticeable.

“Well, yeah. They’ve got this spark in them, I saw it the first day I laid eyes on them. I said, hey, they’ve got exactly what we need,” he punctuated that sentence with a wink. You laughed, writing it down.

“Y/N!” This time, it was Dustin. Eddie went to yell at him, but you held your hand up.

“It’s okay, that was my last question,” you said. He smiled at you, and you nearly melted on the spot.

“Alrighty then, it was a pleasure being your little science experiment this week,” he said, offering his hand. You shook it, trying not to focus on the way his hand felt in yours. 

“Y/N!!” It was a chorus of voices this time. Yow whipped around.

“What!” You snapped. 

“Can you drive us to my house? It’s raining,” Mike said. You sighed.

“Do you have your bikes?” You asked. The three freshmen nodded. Your shoulders dropped. “You’re lucky I cleaned out my trunk, and you’re even luckier I need to talk to Nance anyway,” you said, walking past Eddie to grab your backpack.

The three boys high-fived as you put your pad away. Eddie’s friends lingered, talking to each other. You grabbed your keys and started walking toward the large doors where your entourage stood.

“See you in English,” Eddie called to you. You smiled at him and waved, jingling your keys. Internally, you almost died. He was right, of course. You both were in the same English class. And it was just the beginning of the semester.

You were banking on the idea of never having to be around him again to put this crush to rest. But now you would see him almost everyday in school. Unavoidable, like some infectious cold.

You watched him walk into class, almost late, everyday. You sat in front, eyes lingering as he walked by, his cologne filling your senses. One time you were standing next to another girl’s desk to talk about god know what, and he walked by you. It would’ve been fine if he hadn’t grabbed your waist to squeeze by. If it was any other guy, you would’ve rolled your eyes. But him, he was different.

He became the source of all frustration. All the nights you stayed up, trying to fight off the less wholesome thoughts. The mornings you woke up, the ghost of his touch somewhere on you. Clearly, the crush never faded. 

At first, you tried to come up with a plan to talk to him more. You tried to see if any newspaper stories would require his input but none of them did, and you soon had to skip out on the newspaper for tutoring. You considered asking him some dumb question about the English assignments but that flew out the window when you became the only person who would answer the teacher’s questions so why bother? You had even considered buying weed off of him, but he would see right through that.

Nancy put together that you were crushing, hard. But she could never put together who it was. She would point to different guys throughout the day, and you would laugh and shake your head. She would even try and get you in conversations with the front runners, but it would only end in some awkward interaction that left you blushing for the wrong reasons.

Eventually, you settled for admiring from a far. Watching his theatrics in the hallways and cafeteria, sighing to yourself. You had managed to make it all the way to spring break. Well, a few days before spring break.

You sat in English, the sub reading some book at the front desk. You pored over the passage and few questions that your teacher left for the class. It was some Shakespeare sonnets, simple enough. You circled an answer before feeling a tap on your shoulder.

You turned, and the girl behind you passed you a note that had your name on it. You took it quickly, giving her a confused look. She shrugged before going back to doodling on her page. You had passed notes before but never received one. You eye the sub before unfolding the piece of paper. 

You policed your reactions as you read a note from the one and only man you would ever want a note from. 

Hey — I know you’re like super smart. I really gotta pass this final or else you can consider me eternally damned. Plus, Wheeler told me you’re a tutor, mind throwing me a lifeline? — Eddie

You didn’t look back at him, knowing he was probably watching to see your reaction. You put the top of the paper under you assignment and began writing.

No problem, I’m free after school today. Thursdays are best for me, anyway. Let me know.

You crossed off your name on the front of the paper and wrote his, passing the paper back. Soon enough, there was another tap on your shoulder and the same paper placed in your hand.

Sweet, you’re a lifesaver. I owe you, big time.

You scribbled your address on the page and sent it back. Soon after, the bell rang and you sprinted out of the room. Thank god it was last period. 

You made it to your car, wrangling your keys while putting the lone assignment back into your bag. In the process, you dropped your backpack, which was a retrieved by a ring-clad hand.

“Here you go,” Eddie held it to you by a strap. Your eyes traveled up the bag to his face and you tentatively grabbed it.

“Thanks,” you said quietly. Your eyes looked around at the other people passing you, anxiety slowly rising.

“I won’t make this long, don’t worry. I know it’s not exactly a mark of popularity to be seen talking to me,” he held his hands up, taking a dramatic step back.

“No, no,” you quickly said, gathering yourself, “it’s not that!” He looked down at you, nodding.

“Well, I just wanted to ask you what time would work for tonight. Don’t want to, you know, show up unexpected.”

You nodded, realizing you did leave that detail out. “Oh, well, anytime really. I typically just catch up on work Thursdays but I’m fresh out of that, so,” you opened the door to your car, tossing your bag in. 

“Cool, cool, yeah. See you around, let’s say, 7?” He tilted his head, hands out in offering. You nodded, playing with your keys.

“Totally.” You smiled up at him. He nodded, pointing at you before walking away. You nearly felt your heart fall through your body.

To say you raced home was an understatement. You ripped into your empty driveway and sprinted into your house. You looked at the clock in your kitchen, which said it was barely past 3. That should’ve calmed you, but your brain was working overtime.

Cleaning, deciding on what food you would casually have, changing through outfits to find the perfect comfy-yet-tasteful outfit. The setting of the sun didn’t register, nor the passing of time. You wanted to present as perfect, espcially with your parents out of town. You weren’t going to fall on your face.

The phone ringing pulled you out of your trance. You grabbed the receiver off the wall, holding it to your ear. 

“Hello?” You said.

“I just have one question,” Nancy’s voice came through the phone, “why were you talking to Eddie Munson after school?”

You blank. “Oh, um, he needs a tutor for English and we’re, um, in the same class so it, like, worked out.”

She laughed, “how did I not figure it out? You’re always staring at him!”

“I am not! I stare a normal amount!” You put your face in your free hand, busted.

“We are talking about this after, I need to know everything,” she laughed again. You cracked a smile, relaxing.

“Fine, but no nosy questions. I’m not a subject.”

“Of course not, you’re my best friend. So you’re getting the nosiest.” Nancy teased. You heard a car pull into your driveway, meaning it was showtime. 

“Oh shit, I gotta go. I will answer your questions, later.”

“Have fun,” you could tell she was smiling. You groaned, hanging the phone up. The doorbell rung soon after and there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

You swung the door open and leaned on it, trying to act casual. But seeing Eddie standing in front of you nearly made you choke on the gum you chewed. He wore his backpack on one shoulder and waved with the hand that held the strap. Wordlessly, you moved to the side so he could come in. 

“Nice place,” he said, looking at all the decorations that littered the walls and tables. 

“You don’t have to lie,” you replied, shutting and locking the door. He picked up a particular figure that your parents picked up from some European country they went to a year or so ago.

“No, it’s, uh,” he held it up to his face, scrutinizing the obscure shape.

“‘Unique’ and ‘worldly,’” you finished. “It’s how my parents get people to ask about their trips without being, well, conceited,” you said. You pointed a few other figures on the front table, which should be used for keys and mail. He placed the statue back down and laughed.

“Wow, rather fancy, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah, they always say it’s for work,” you picked up the small figure on the edge from Scotland, “not this time though. This is a couple’s retreat.” You looked up at him, putting the ceramic blob down. He met your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips. 

Your brain scattered, losing any train of thought in favor of thinking about his eyes or lips. Luckily, the oven beeped. You jumped, running into the kitchen.

“Sorry, I made pizza. Don’t feel like you have to eat it though,” you hit the oven button, grabbing the mitt and pulling out the pan. He wandered in behind you, taking in the rest of your house. It wasn’t anything special, but he wasn’t the type of person to mind. 

He watched you scoop up the pizza and place it on a ready plate. You placed the utensils in the sink, looking at the pizza.

“And voila, dinner is served,” you said. He looked at the pizza and golf clapped.

“Looks delicious, chef,” he joked. You felt your insides swell, a feeling that distracted you while you grabbed the still hot pan to put it in the sink. The heat making you curse and toss the pan in the sink with a loud bang.

“Fuck!” You grabbed your wrist, smacking yourself in the head. Idiot. Is he really going to trust you tutoring him after this?

“Woah, shit, are you okay?” He rushed over the counter to your side. Before you could answer, he grabbed your wrist and looked at your hand. He turned the sink on and ran it under the cold water. It soothed the sting, but you were more focused on the feeling of his hand holding your wrist. And his body pressed against your back.

“Thanks,” you squeaked.

“Believe me, I do this to myself all the time,” he said, turning the sink off. You looked at your own hand, relieved you at least didn’t maim yourself.

“Then give it to me straight, doc,” you said, turning to him, “am I gonna live?” You shook your limp wrist. 

You didn’t realize just how close he was until he let out a light chuckle, his minty breath registering in your senses. You held his gaze, wanting to get lost in his dark, brown eyes. You realized it was probably your favorite eye color. You were hopeless.

He grabbed your wrist to scrutinize your palm, breaking your trance. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head. You watched his face concentrate, even if it was a joke. Your eyes drifted down to his lips, inadvertently parting your own lips.

“Damage looks minimal, looks like you’ll make it another day,” he decided. You laughed.

“Well good, or else you’d never pass this test,” you teased. His mouth fell agape, shocked. Fake hurt.

“Well, ye of little faith, let’s see how hopeless I truly am,” he marched back to his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. You followed, reaching for the pizza plate. He snatched it before you could, giving you a stern look. “Aht aht, no carrying things for you tonight.”

He turned and walked back to the entrance of your house and you followed, trying to dim the smile on your face. 

“To the left,” you called and you watched him find his way to your room.

Inside, he placed the plate on your nightstand and sat at the foot of your bed. You sat near your pillows, cleaning up the papers you were looking over before he arrived.

“Thought you said you had no work,” he commented, pulling out a mess of papers from his bag.

“I don’t, I wanted to look over some of our past assignments to make sure I don’t, you know, mess you up,” you held up a few of them, testing to see if recognition registers. Unfortunately, he narrowed his eyes and never relented. 

He produced the assignment the sub gave out and slammed it down.

“Let’s start with this,” he said. You nodded, pulling it out of your pile. Compared to his crumpled paper, yours was highlighted and annotated. He looked down at the page before back up at you.

“What? I actually did it,” you flipped the pages, showing your works. He pursed his lips and you grabbed a piece of pizza. “What did you do all class?” You asked before taking a bite.

“Well, I was, um,” he looked embarrassed before pulling out his notebook. “I was working on some last minute details for our campaign tomorrow, it’s the big finale.” It was his turn to flash his pages, which were filled with words and phrases you didn’t recognize. Some of them rung a bell from the session you sat in on, but it was a blur.

“Oh, wow,” you remarked between bites. He eyed you, suspicious.

“You don’t remember anything.”

“I do! There was, uh, a dwarf!” You took another bite, hoping it would force him to stop questioning you. He smiled at you, taunting.

“So you’re not the expert in everything.”

“You knew this, of course I don’t know D&D.” You said, bashfully. He smiled at you, leaning into your bed. 

“Huh,” was all he said. Puzzling.

“What’s huh?” You tested, finishing the food in your hand. 

“I mean, I could school you in D&D after this, if you wanted.” He shrugged, acting like it was the offer of a lifetime. And truthfully, to you, it was. But you couldn’t let him know that. 

“Maybe if you get all these questions right, then you can teach me whatever you want,” you crossed your legs and flipped his paper over. It was 8 multiple choice questions. Simple enough. 

“Easy, I’ll guess it eventually,” he blindly pointed at the first one, “A!” 

You rolled your eyes, but he was right. Unless you kept a score, he could just guess his way into changing the subject to something he liked. And, crazy enough, it was a tactic you saw in kids before. Normally to fix this, you offered them candy. But you were fresh out of candy. 

“No, no. There are rules to this. Let me think,” you looked around your room. There wasn’t really anything good to keep track with. Flash cards? Way too many. Pieces of pizza? Way too few. Jewelry? That’s just messy. You pursed your lips.

Then an idea popped into your head. It began to cloud your judgement, blocking any other logical solutions. You kept looking around, desperately looking for something. 

“It’s not fair if you just get to make your own rules up on the spot. My campaigns takes weeks to prepare,” his voice pulled you back to Earth. You felt the words rising in your mouth and before you knew it, you blurted them out.

“I’m not making them up. I was trying to find a good counting system,” you said. He lifted an eyebrow and tilted his head. He liked to do that. “But I don’t know if you’d be into it.”

“Lay it on me, anything to get us off this bull.”

You could’ve blacked out. “Strip studying.” You might’ve blacked out honestly. No, no. But you did feel woozy, watching him process what you just said. Before you could trip over your words and take it back, he shrugged.

“Explain, please.”

“Well, you know strip poker?” You asked, trying to stay nonchalant. He nodded. “Well, it’s like that. Every question you get right, I’ll lose an article. But every question you get wrong, you lose it. If you get me down to my underwear first, you can teach me all about the dungeons and the dragons. But if I get you down, get ready for an intense study sesh and an elevated understanding of Shakespeare.”

“Man, you must be a popular tutor,” he eyed you carefully. You felt heat rise from your neck.

“This is a special session, duh.”

He studied you silently for a second, his eyes raking up and down your body. Every second felt like an hour. “One question,” he tilted his head back, “do socks count as one or two?”

You thought, looking at your slipper clad feet. “I’ll make it easy on you. They each count for you, but I’ll count them together for me.”

He smiled at you, biting his tongue, “game on.” You shook his hand, almost wanting to faint. What did you get yourself into? 

“Rings don’t count though,” you said quickly. He sighed dramatically.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.”

“I’m not the top of our class for nothing, now really tell me number one.” You said. He scrutinized the page. You watched him mouth the words, look back at the passage and think. 

“I think it’s actually A,” he looked up at you. You made and face and shook your head. He tsked and sat up. You watched as he undid his belt and drop it to the ground. You gawked at him. “You didn’t say anything about belts,” he pointed you. You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest.

“Fine, two.” You sat back. You watched him go through the same process. His tongue darting in and out of his lips, forcing you to look away. 

“C.” He said. You leaned over and sucked your cheeks in. Wordlessly, you kicked your slippers off. He smiled up at you, triumphant.

“Alright, one down. What’s three?” 

He seemed invested, actually reading the question and looking for evidence. “D.”

You knew that was right, you remembered the question. In fairness, it was an easy question. You reached down and took you socks off, dropping them on top of your slippers.

“Another one bites the dust. Keep going,” you got a little worried. He could strip you down, maybe he’s smarter than he lets on. 

“C?” He didn’t look up at you this time, nose scrunched up. Leaning over the paper, you remembered that question was hard.

“Wrong, sock off,” you said. He obliged, throwing it to his belt. 

The next one he was quick, and he was wrong. He groaned as he tossed his other sock. You giggled, feeling slightly more secure. Not that you would make him strip down to his underwear or anything. 

He took the sixth one seriously. He skimmed the paper and read each option carefully. His eyes narrowed.

“B.”

You slung your jacket off, hitting the growing pile of clothes. Shit you were down to just a shirt and shorts. He looked at you, biting the tip of the pencil he used.

“We don’t have to keep going,” he reassured you. You laughed.

“I’m not worried, those were easy. These last two are the hard ones,” you taunted. Eyes wide, he dove into question seven. It was quiet in your room for awhile. He took his time, which you weren’t going to complain. After all, you were supposed to tutor him. Granted, it’s not like you were teaching him to close read.

He placed his pencil down, “A.”

You pointed at him, “denim off, big boy.” He threw his head back and lost his denim vest. Now you were in the same boat.

“Try eight, if you dare,” you teased. He shook his head and looked down. Truthfully, eight was a bitch. You even got it wrong the first time around. It required a strong understanding of old English, plus it needed knowledge of—

“C.” He said. You stared at him, trying to mask your shock.

“Why?” You asked. He laughed and shook his head.

“No, no. That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“Well you can’t just guess! Then you’re not learning!” You insisted. He groaned and showed you the passage.

“He states the theme right there, which, is like, the point of the whole sonnet.” He threw his hands in the air and shrugged. And he was right. Damnit. For what it’s worth, you didn’t expect to underestimate him. Love typically makes people overestimate others.

You considered your next move wisely. Which would be less embarrassing to sit in? You decided quick and reached down to pull your shirt over your head. It hit the pile of clothes you didn’t expect to have. In an effort to regain some control and confidence, you didn’t cross your arms across your chest or hide what’s now exposed.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes linger down to the pretty satin bra that you wore. The shiny peach color offset by the delicate lace trim. And the way you sat made your tits stick out, almost spill out. He wondered if your panties matched and dared to consider that, maybe, you put it on just for him.

“Go back to one, no guessing!” You said. He ducked his head down, hiding the quick looks he kept sealing.

“I haven’t been guessing, for your information,” he said. He went back to the paper. This time around, he knew it was C. 

“D?” He asked. You shook your head proudly. He snuck a glance down to watch your tits bounce as you did. He sighed dramatically and stood up, taking his pants off. He sat back down in his boxers and looked at the next question.

It was four, and it wasn’t going to be an easy task. Still, with his crossed off option, he had a better grasp.

“You know, we can stop. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said. You smiled.

“Is someone getting scared to lose?” You teased. He bit his tongue and looked back down. Oh, it was on. Well, it had been on. But he didn’t want to spare your feelings.

“B.” He said. And you could tell he knew he was right. And he was. You looked down to the page before looking back up at him. He smiled, “look, you don’t—”

“A game’s a game.” You said, standing up. He watched as you pulled your shorts down and stepped out of them, dropping them on your now finished pile. He tried to tear his eyes away from your body, but he found it exceptionally hard. Especially since your panties did match your bra. And the lace trim wrapped around your thighs so delicately.

Feeling bold, you did a little twirl. He stayed planted in his spot, fighting the urge to grab you. He admired the cut of the panties, a rather flattering shape that left very little to the imagination. You turned back forward and sat down on your bed.

“Now, I have a favor,” you said. 

“Yeah, sure, totally, what’s up?” He tried to remain calm. 

“Can you answer the last few so I can at least feel like I tutored you?” You asked. He nodded and got to work, not lifting his eyes off the paper.

In the meantime, you took your hair down and began playing with it, looking at the now cold pizza. While you looked away, he snuck glances up. He knew you were beautiful but damn, right now you looked like an angel. He watched as you twirled pieces around your finger and let out a sigh. 

Soon enough, he put the paper in the middle of your bed. You leaned forward to read his answers. He leaned in too, closing the distance. You were too focused on his work to see the way he watched you. 

“You caught on quick,” you said.

“Maybe I’m not struggling as much as I made it out to be,” he admitted. You looked at him, surprised. 

“Then why waste your Thursday here?”

“Well, it’s not a waste if I get to teach you about D&D, huh?” He said, a smile spreading across his face. You returned the smile, still leaning forward. So much skin, so close to him. He had planned for the long con, wooing you over the summer while you taught him about whatever he didn’t know before college. 

But here you were, stripped down to your stunning underwear, mere inches away from him. He licked his lips, unsure how to proceed.

“Or, if you want to do something, uh, else, we totally could.”

“That was the deal, Munson. I’m not gonna back out just because you got me down to my panties,” you sat back onto your heels, body on display for him again. He prayed his shirt was long enough to cover his erection, there was no denying it at this point.

“Well, I would think this is a reflection on your teaching skills, right? So why reward me when you did all the work?” He said, shifting to hide his growing problem. Your eyes drifted down, and another wave rushed over you. Much like the one that got you into this situation in the first place.

You quickly leaned back down, and Eddie tried hard not to watch your tits again. He locked eyes with you, noses nearly touching. You lowered your voice to a whisper.

“What, are you gonna go get me some food?” You teased.

“Whatever you want,” he said, swallowing. His eyes fell to your lips, still shiny from the gloss you applied earlier. You open your mouth before closing it again, unsure of how to respond. Your brain stopped working, his cologne enveloping you.You were both similarly incapacitated.

“You,” it came out quiet. If he didn’t hear, it would be excruciatingly embarrassing to have to repeat yourself. But he got the message, tilting his head slightly and leaning closer. You closed your eyes before you lips touch, overwhelmed.

“You sure, cupcake?” His lips brushed yours.

“Please,” you said, somewhat whinier than you expected. But that seemed to do the trick, Eddie pressing his lips to yours before the word could even be finished. 

You whined into his mouth, climbing on top of him. It would have been embarrassing how touchy you instantly became, but he seemed to love it. After helping you on to his lap, his hands explored your body. He massaged your tits, smacked your ass, wrapped you in close. It didn’t take long for his tongue to find its way into your mouth, and it took even less time for you to go on autopilot, letting him man handle you.

His lips left yours, trailing wet kisses down your neck. You ran your fingers through his messy hair, his rings cool on your heated skin. His two hands ran up the side of your body to cup your bra-clad tits and press them together. He bit down on the swell of one, causing you to gasp and grind down on his lap. He released soon after, gently sucking on the spot. After being satisfied with the dark mark he left, he kissed the spot and moved to your other.

You reached back and unclasped the bra. The straps fell off your shoulders and the fabric fell around his fingers. His pretty eyes looked back up at you as he took the fabric off. You felt exposed, almost embarrassed. While he wasn’t your first, you certainly were way more into him than your boyfriend from last year. You cared much more about how Eddie felt about your tits than him.

He took this invitation well, pulling his own shirt over his head and going back down to your chest. His left hand massaged your free tit while he gave the other all his attention. He was back to biting, sucking, kissing. Whatever pulled the high-pitched noises out of your throat.

Before he could move to give your other the same attention, you grabbed the sides of his face and made him look up at you.

“I need more,” you said, breathless. He nodded, kissing you again. With one hand on the small of your back, he guided you into your pillows and set you down gently. 

He pulled away, causing you to chase the kiss. But a hand on your stomach stopped you. “Gotta congratulate the tutor somehow,” he smiled his toothy grin and laid down in front of you. 

You watched him slowly slid your panties off your legs. It wasn’t hard to see where he was going. Your ex hadn’t ever made time for this. He always said it was useless, you would just get wet enough anyway. And you never knew, or maybe never had the energy, to fight him. 

But now you felt Eddie wrap his arms around your upper thighs and spread your legs open. His cool rings sunk into your thigh as he kissed his way back up. Once he was close enough, he bit down on your thigh. You yelped and jumped, glaring down at him. He took the opportunity to lean in, holding eye contact, and flattened his tongue on your clit. 

It was a new sensation, causing you to gasp and move. He kept you steady with his two hands on your thighs. While you broke eye contact to throw your head back, he stayed looking up at you while he ate you out. You tasted better than he could have ever hoped. As he pulled louder and louder moans from you, he felt himself get harder and harder in his boxers.

Once you settled down, he let a hand move back. You didn’t notice until he slipped one finger inside, never faltering in his ministrations to your clit. You arched your back as he began, letting out a rather loud moan. This seemed to coax him on, soon another finger found its way into you. 

He began sucking on your clit, hard. His fingers moved fast, zeroing in on the one spot inside of you that’s causing you to nearly scream. He looked up, watching your reactions to his ministrations. He didn’t stutter, not even when your hips begin to lose control, or when your hand reached down and fists his hair. He watched as you call out to him, moans peaking.

He only slowed down when your grip loosened and your breathing slowed. He took his fingers out, cleaning them off in his own mouth. You watched him, breathless and astounded. He smiled, slightly bashful. You leaned up on your elbows and tilted your head. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him on top of you.

“Eddie,” you whispered.

“What can I do for you?” He asked, placing kisses on every part of skin he can reach. You looked at him, pleading.

“Please, please fuck me.”

He nearly short circuited. He didn’t want to assume, he didn’t want to force anything on you. Espcially considering you just came. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. Your hands unwrapped and you dragged your nails down his chest until they hit his boxers.

“Lay back,” you said, pulling at the waistband.

“No, no,” he reached down and pulled his boxers down. You don’t break eye contact as you reached and wrapped your hand around his dick. He faltered, closing his eyes and choking on a moan.

“Let me help you,” you pleaded quietly.

“Next time,” he said, leaning back. You didn’t say anything as he jerked himself off a few times, looking at your body. Looking at you. 

“Here,” you reached over to your nightstand, pulling out an unopened box of condoms. He watched as you opened them.

“Did you…?” He tilted his head.

“My parents bought them,” you said. His confusion didn’t drop. “Well, they can’t exactly stop it when they’re gone.” You tossed him a packet and dropped the box.

You watched him slide the condom on, settling back into the pillows. He pumps himself a few more times, letting his head fall back.

“You sure?” He asked again, nearly breathless.

“Eddie, if you don’t fuck me right now—” you began, about to sit up and grab him. He beat you to the punch, grabbing your waist and pulling it forward. You gasped, feeling him rub the head of his cock against your folds.

“Just make it loud,” he said, pushing himself in. You gasp, arching your back and throwing your head into your pillows. He bottomed out, sitting inside of you for a moment. He leaned forward, lacing one of his hands into yours.

You wrapped your legs around his back as he began to thrust. You pulled his face down with your free hand and kissed him. It was sloppy and open mouthed, swallowing the whimper and whines you let out. He too groaned onto your mouth, taking his sweet time thrusting into you.

He let your other hand go, allowing you to wrap both arms around him. You laced your fingers into his hair, pressing your forehead into his neck when he started thrusting too fast to keep kissing. Instinctively, you bit down onto his neck to muffle your moans, the room was soon filled with the sounds of him fucking you paired with his own grunts. 

“F—fuck, how do you feel so good?” He whispered into your ear. You could only moan in response, words getting caught in your throat. He smiled down at you, pressing his forehead to yours. “Did you leave a mark?” He asked. You nodded quickly, embarrassed. “Do it again.”

He made it easy when he put his own head in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin. You bit down above his collarbone, relishing in the noise he made. He began to thrust into your harder, messier. Your hand in his hair tightened, pulling it. He reacted the way you expected, by groaning and fucking you harder.

“Fuck Eddie, don’t stop,” you whimpered out, running your nails up his back. He responded by returning his hands to your hips, losing control of his thrusts.

“Oh, I’m about to, oh, fuck,” was all he got out before he began to stutter.

“Please, Eddie, please,” you whispered, going in for the kill on his neck. You bit down before sucking, hard. 

“F—fuck,” he groaned, finishing off with a few more hard thrusts before stilling. You let go of his neck and pressed your foreheads together. You both caught your breath, close together.

He was the first to move, slowly pulling out and falling onto the pillows next to you. You propped yourself up on one elbow to looked at him. His bangs were stuck to his forehead, eyes closed as he tried to collect himself. He opened one when he felt you move his bangs, brushing them off and moving some hair. He smiled, lifting his arm so you could lay down on top of him.

“Those are going to be visible tomorrow,” you finally muttered into his chest. He sighed and laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure people will think I gave them to myself,” he said. Your looked up at him before down to the dark mark you left on his neck.

“I don’t think so, sorry,” you cringed. 

“Guess I’m the village whore now, huh?” He started to stroke your hair, playing with the strands as he did.

“No,” you said, “just my whore.” 

He looked down at you, almost startled by your proclamation. Before he said anything, you leaned up and kissed him. He returned the kiss, placing a hand on the back of your head.

“So, this wasn’t a pity fuck?” He asked, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. You laughed.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you rested your head. Your phone rang on your dresser. 

Confused, you stood up and answered.

“So, how’d it go?” Nancy asked, curious as ever. You looked back at Eddie on your bed before turning back to the wall.

“I’m gonna have to call you back, Nance,” before she could protest, you hung the phone up.  

[bumblingbribee]

G. Suguru — Needy

Synopsis: Geto Suguru, your brother’s best friend, finally sees the chance to go from your confidant to something more at an apartment party one night.

cw: MDNI, 18+ content, porn with a plot, f!reader, no curse!AU, use of sex toys, fingering, finger sucking, unprotected sex, use of nickname (princess), dirty talk, a little hair pulling, choking, creampie, Geto has a soft spot for you

wc: 7.4k

note: hello! this is my first fic i’m posting which is a little scary. i did my best to edit it, but i apologize for any spelling mistakes. if you like it, please feel free to stop by and say hello :D

Geto Suguru was a man of principle. He was respectful to a fault, endlessly patient, and always gentle with your delicate situations. Which is why, you assumed, he felt so conflicted as he stood in front of you. Still, you couldn’t help the little pleas that came rolling off your tongue, and you didn’t bother to lift up your slipping dress. To you, none of his friends mattered anymore in this moment. 

But truthfully, this was exactly where he wanted you. Begging, disheveled, wanting more. He wanted the satisfaction of you begging for him, not a favor. Still, he had a role to uphold. After all, he couldn’t let you think your brother’s best friend, that you knew for so long, thought so salaciously about you. No, he couldn’t give in so easily.

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“You don’t get it,” your voice rung though the phone that sat on the table, “it’s hazing.”

“They don’t haze graduate students. You’re the one who wanted her master’s.” Your brother reminded you. Geto looked up at him, and he mouthed a “sorry” with an eye roll. Geto smiled before returning to his numerous reports. 

“I don’t regret it, but god, some of these people have sticks so far up their asses,” you said. Geto could tell that, at least, you were in much higher spirits since last call. Perhaps you were past your breakup.

“I literally just called you to see if you could host the get-together next week instead of us. After all, it was your idea that snowballed into this huge party.”

Geto heard you dramatically sigh over the phone and a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah, no problem. My roommate’s going out of town. But you’re helping me clean.”

“I can offer my services as well,” Geto finally piped up. Your brother shook his head quickly.

“Oh Suguru! I didn’t realize you were there, sorry you had to hear all that,” you said. He loved the way you said his name. 

“Ah, no worries. You needed to get all that off your chest,” he cleaned up the stack of papers in front of  him, “it really sounds like you just need to relax.” He heard you laugh.

“See, you get it Sug. I’m gonna hop off and go talk to my roommate about the party.”

“K, bye,” your brother clicked his phone and shook his head. “Dude, you don’t have to help her clean. I probably won’t, she’s an adult.” He watched as Geto stood up, picking up his papers.

“That’s why she likes me more than you,” he said, walking toward his bedroom.

“No, she likes you more because you enable her dramatics,” your brother shouted from the table. Geto laughed and shook his head. Maybe he did enable, but it wasn’t just for your benefit.

He liked knowing your secrets, that you trusted him. Even if you complained about every little thing. He especially liked it when you ragged on the guys that hit on you in class, that even the best of them couldn’t meet your standards. He liked that you played with his long strands of hair, even if it was to braid it some late night. You were precious to him in a way he never attempted to tell your brother. Never attempted to tell you. 

But the daily sessions dissolved once he left for college. Long nights turned into quick phone calls, which soon turned into eavesdropping on family calls. Geto tried to lose you. He tried to find someone else. But he realized it was fruitless when he heard you first talk about your boyfriend, his anger inconsolable. And he was shamelessly happy when you broke up. And it wasn’t just because you were moving to his city.

He spent the next week fighting hard to keep you off his mind. But he found himself smiling at his phone when your texts popped up. With your address, with the time the party started, even with the silly “dress code” that drove your brother insane. 

But by the time he was ringing the doorbell, it was well past 8pm. He was happy to have made it at all, some last minute deal almost dashing any hopes of seeing you. He clutched the tiny jewelry box in his large hand, a gift he picked up during the week.

He was stunned the second you opened the door, all dolled up in your flouncy dress and perfectly pinned back hair. Your face lit up once you recognized the figure in front of you, practically leaping into his arms. 

“Oh Suguru! I was so worried you wouldn’t make it. My brother told me you had to work late,” you said as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

“I wouldn’t miss this. After all, I did say I would help you clean if you hosted, princess,” he smiled down at you, letting his arm linger. God, you always smelled like the most beautiful flowers. You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“I hoped I outgrew that,” you said, slightly pouting your glossed lips. You stepped aside and let him walk into your apartment. He kicked his shoes off.

“Well, princesses are typically spoiled, right?” He held up the gift. Your eyes fell onto the box and you gasped.

“Oh, Sug!”

“Think of it as a house warming treat,” he said. He watched you open the velvety box and admire at the tiny, golden heart. Not exactly subtle but…

“Oh, it’s stunning Sug. I can’t believe you,” you pulled the necklace out and put the box down. You held the necklace up, admiring it. Geto took it upon himself to take it from your manicured hand and unclasp it.

“Let me,” he waited for you to turn around. He put the necklace on, letting his hands linger on your bare skin. Your hand immediately flew up to feel it. “Beautiful, of course,” he said, rubbing your shoulder. The rings he wore were cold on your skin.

A blush crept up your face to flush in your cheeks. You had hoped that the years apart from him would have washed away the little crush you had on him. Especially with all the stories of him scoring every girl in college. You had hoped that your own college experience would have scrubbed away the remnants. The aimless hook ups and eventful relationship would crush any fantasy that dared to live. You had hoped…

But here you were. Feeling giddy at the thought of him seeing the delicate necklace and thinking of you. Truthfully, you were still bummed he wasn’t your first kiss.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hey! We’re waiting to start pong!” The body attached to the voice popped into the entryway, eyes snapping from you to Geto. He froze at the sight of the tall, dark-haired man that stood behind you, who also had a possessive hand on your shoulder.

“Oh of course! Here, Abe, this is—” you began.

“Geto,” he finished your sentence. While Abe noticed Geto’s tone, you just rolled you eyes.

“He’s my brother’s oldest friend. He’s like family at this point,” you cringed internally at the description that just rolled out. “And Sug, this is Abe, he’s in a few of my classes,” you cheerfully introduced. Abe nodded, scared to steal a look at you.

“Charmed,” Geto said, “speaking of your brother, let me go find him.”

“He’s on the couch!” He heard you say as he walked into your living room. Damn Abe, he tried to mask the scowl on his face.

“Geto!” Your brother hollered from the couch, holding up a can. He walked over, pulling his hair out of the bun it was in and sitting on the free couch cushion. He did his best to not watch you walk back in with Abe.

Geto tried to relax into the party, knowing that that he would get to be with you soon enough. In the meantime, he had to watch you and Abe, who seemed to have a severe case of wandering hands.

“Hey,” your brother leaned over eventually, “let me know if you get a read on that guy.” He gestured to Abe, who was your current pong partner. And the only pong partner you had all night.

“Huh?” Geto took a swig. 

“I mean, you called her shitty ex from a mile away. Your BS radar must be better than mine,” he said. It was true, Geto never liked your ex and never hid it from your brother. But truthfully, that came from a place of seething jealousy not any kind of vibe.

“You just wanted her to be happy, most people could see he didn’t really get her,” Geto recalled an argument he had overheard on some family vacation you all went on. It was playful at first, you were mad at your boyfriend for finishing your drink. But it soon spiraled into a whole issue about your attitude that left your ex storming into your shared room. The only plus from it was that you sat out on the deck with Geto afterwards, watching the stars and finding constellations to distract you.

“Yeah. But Geto, I think you’re the only one who gets her,” your brother snorted. Geto shrugged, finishing off his drink.

Soon after, Abe had knocked your phone off the edge of the table. Geto watched as you smacked his arm and bent over to grab it. He watched as your beautiful dress kept riding up until he got a full glimpse at the lacy panties you wore, the shape leaving very little to the imagination. It was brief as you popped back up quickly. Geto would’ve let it go if  he and Abe hadn’t made direct eye contact. And his expression told Geto everything.

Geto shot up, announcing, “I’m getting another beer.” Abe tore his eyes away from Geto’s death glare.

“I need to run to the bathroom,” Abe loudly told you, rushing away. Geto watched him walk away as he entered the kitchen. Likewise, you watched Abe practically run away from you before seeing Geto enter the empty kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I’ll be right back,” you told the rest of your classmates and wandered into the kitchen. You spied Geto at the fridge, sifting through the different chilled drinks you had.

“Boo!” You leaned over him, jumping back as he slowly turned. He smiled down at you, cracking open a beer. “Please, drink as much of that as you want, my brother bought so much and I can’t stand the shit.”

“Not a beer person?” He offered you the can but you gently pushed it back to him.

“Uh huh, I like my drinks sweet.” You grabbed a new cup and filled it with the bright colored mix that sat in the punch bowl next to the fridge.

He took the opportunity to sneak behind you, getting close enough that you were overwhelmed by his cologne. You had to restrain yourself from taking a deep sniff in like some animal. He reached out and took the drink, helping himself to a sip.

“Not bad,” he placed the cup back into your hand, “definitely a you drink, though.” You turned back, narrowing your eyebrows at the statement. Before you could argue with him, he asked, “so, have you been relaxing?” 

Your sour expression relaxed quickly, remembering what he had said before, “I’m certainly trying to.” He watched as you took a sip, putting the cup down behind you.

“Hey, I could always take you on a long drive like old times,” he offered.

“You know what Sug,” you said. He tilted his head, curious, “I think you’re too kind to me.”

“Maybe I am,” he admitted, “but I don’t think so.” You reached out, grabbing his free hand to fiddle with the rings he wore.

“I think you accidentally set my standards too high,” you tried to shield your embarrassment behind your actions.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “At least, that’s what my ex thought. He told me to stop talking to you. Said you’re probably the reason I’m so needy. Complained a lot.” You confessed. Oh. That explained a lot.

“It’s not my fault he was a shitty boyfriend,” he looked toward the pong table through the kitchen doorway, bitter. He heard you giggle.

“No, but I probably should’ve dumped him like you said,” you pulled one of his silver bands off, placing it on your own finger. It was far too big, twirling around your finger.

“Well, not everyone is as smart as me,” he huffed, taking another sip. Surprisingly, you lightly grabbed his chin, making him look at you.

“You don’t get to be all smug about it. After all, you haven’t even had a girlfriend yet,” you taunted. He looked down at you, the teasing look in your eyes nearly driving him mad. He opened his mouth, but your finger came up to press against his lips, silencing him. “If she didn’t last two months, it doesn’t counter, player.”

You quickly dropped your finger, giggling again. He had to pick his next words very carefully. “Maybe you fucked with my standards too.” You rolled your eyes. 

“And how’s that? No one else complains enough?” You twirled his ring on your finger. He reached up, taking a fallen strand of your hair and twisting it around his fingers. You realized just how close he was to you, and you were reminded just how handsome he was.

“Couldn’t find someone with your spark,” he said, lowering his voice. You smiled, bushing slightly. “I wouldn’t give that heart to just anyone, after all.” 

You wanted to say something, so bad. You wanted some witty, flirty retort. But those words got caught in your throat, his finger leaving your hair to trail down your jawline.

“Geto!” Your brother shouted from the living room, “they pulled out the cards!” You rolled your eyes again.

“Don’t let him make a mess with them, please?” You asked. Geto smiled down at a you, leaning back.

“Of course,” he said, You picked up his hand, placing the ring back on.

“Good, because I’m sure he’s plotting his escape now.” You gently kissed the finger you held before releasing his hand. He watched you walk back into the party and prayed, so strongly, that your brother was.

And, by some luck, he was soon stumbling out of your apartment carried by some of their friends. After he made his dramatic exit, your friends began to filter out until it was just you and Geto.

And Abe. 

You smiled politely at your classmate as he held open the trash bag for you. Geto scowled when your back turned, gathering the scattered dishes. He was hoping your kindness was out of courtesy. That it didn’t linger deeper. But you didn’t have to laugh that much at whatever stupid shit he was saying. Was it the drinks? It was probably the drinks. 

He chose to start washing the dishes, hoping the chore would fill his mind instead. As he did, your voice drifted closer until he could tell you were in the kitchen.

“Oh, Suguru!” you came up next to him. “You didn’t have to wash them, I could’ve done that.”

“And risk your pretty nails? I know they’re expensive,” he smiled at you. You admired your powder pink nails. It’s true, you had just got them done, and it was a splurge. 

“I don’t know how you remember these things,” you said. He tilted his head, grin still plastered on his face. A strand of his hair fell from in front of his eyes. Without thinking, you reached up and placed it behind his ear, nails lightly scratching his skin. Such a sweet, innocent gesture. He could tell by the way your hand retracted you were embarrassed.

“Thanks princess, what would I do without you?” He said. You felt your words get caught in your throat again. 

There was a loud noise behind the two of you, and Abe stumbled in. 

“I think I got them all,” he proudly stated, holding up a black bag. Your smile turned from Geto to him. 

“I’m gonna get the rest of the trash, do you mind tossing that? The can should be right outside.” You asked. Abe nodded, a little to eagerly.

Once you stepped out of the kitchen, Geto’s demeanor changed. He stood straighter and casted a glare over his shoulder. He watched Abe struggle to close the bag.

“I can take it from here once you toss that,” he said. Abe looked up, a deer in headlights.

“Oh, I don’t mind staying.”

“Well, I just don’t know if that’s smart. You know how her brother is,” Geto watched Abe’s face fall.

“N-no I don’t, is he protective? He didn’t seem like it.”

“It’s an act, he’s the worst,” Geto casually turned back to the dishes, “I mean, I’m his best friend. But you? Tsk, I’ve seen him threaten dudes for less. Almost overturned a diner ‘cause a guy tried to kiss her in the bathroom.”

“I mean, we’re friends. He’d understand that.” Abe picked up the bag. Geto threw one last cold look over his shoulder before turning off the sink.

“Are you really? I could tell he didn’t like the way you were touching her tonight. Plus,” Geto started to dry a plate, turning around, “you’re lucky he didn’t catch you obviously staring at her ass. Did you knock her phone off on purpose?” He watched the blood drain from Abe’s face and his fist tighten around the bag.

“Hey,” you wandered back in with a handful of plastic plates and napkins, “are you struggling with the bag?”

“Oh, no, no. I was just thinking, I should probably head out after this,” he looked over at Geto, who silently turned back to the sink.

“Totally! I wouldn’t ask you to stay and clean for me,” You smiled at him. He returned a shaky smile and nodded.

“So, I’ll just toss this and see you Monday?”

“Of course!” You beamed at him, “thanks for coming again.”

Abe nodded and rushed out your apartment without another goodbye A small smirk snuck onto Geto’s face. He put the plate down and dried his hands. He caught the pout on your lips.

“Ah, don’t read too much into it,” he reassured you, “I’m sure his mom just told him he’s out past curfew.” You snorted at the idea of that, putting the trash on your counter. 

“Hey, do you mind grabbing my charger from my room? It should be on my bed.” You asked. Geto began to leave the kitchen. “And after, you can also leave if you want. I can take it from here,”

He stopped next to you and said, “I can work a vacuum, hmm? What happened to you relaxing?”

“I like to clean.”

“And I like helping you.”

He left you in the kitchen. You exhaled, trying to swallow the feeling that was threatening to rear its ugly head. You hadn’t been alone with him in years. But were you really bold enough to make any kind of move? And what if he rejected you? You could never live that down.

Meanwhile, Geto strolled into your room. He spied your charger plugged in and leaned over to grab it. When he turned back, his eyes landed on the slightly ajar cabinet door on your bedside table. Curiosity took over as he reached down and opened it. He was met with some silly colored dildo plus a small vibe.

And as if he found his missing puzzle piece, Geto knew exactly what his next move would be.

He walked back into the living room and held out the charger. When your hand went to take it from him, he lifted it higher, out of your reach. You looked up at him, puzzled.

“You know,” his voice was different, deeper, “I couldn’t help but feel real bad for you when you were chatting with your brother.” You smiled at him and shook your head.

“It’s not that bad, I was just so wound up. But I just needed to give everything time,” you reached for the charger again. He did the same thing, dangling it over your head. 

“Still,” his free hand came up to place his pointer finger under your chin. He dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, smearing some lip gloss. The tiny gasp you let out didn’t go unnoticed by him. “I want to help you like I did before, princess.”

“I don’t want to waste your time,” your voice came out in a hushed tone. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip again, dragging it further down again. 

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s never a waste, princess,” he insisted. “Please let me help you feel better” he said, leaning closer to your face. 

“Sug?” Your eyes shamelessly fell to his lips before returning to his intense gaze. His hand moved from your chin to the hair on the back of your head. You couldn’t tell if he tilted your head back or you did it yourself. 

He watched your eyes flutter shut without another word, your lips slightly parting for him. So inviting.

He gently placed a kiss on your lips. Enough to taste the sweet lip gloss he had already ruined. Not nearly as rough as he wanted. Again, you gasped. This time, it served to open your mouth to meet his. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, dropping your charger. Your own hands came up to tangle with his hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as you did. He couldn’t help but groan as the feeling. 

He let you take control, let you attempt to devour him. He was almost surprised at your eagerness. But soon, his brain was clouded with you. Your perfume, your lipgloss, your hands in his hair. He dropped both hands to your waist and picked you up. You squeal and instinctively wrapped your legs around him. 

“Oh, princess,” he muttered, breaking the kiss. You already looked so sinful. Eyes lidded, the light lipstick you wore under the gloss smeared, your hair pulled out of the small barrettes that held it.

“Please, Sug,” there was a whine in your voice. Your ex was right, you were needy. But that drove Geto crazy in a different way.

“What can I do?” He asked simply, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck. Instead of words, a whimper left your lips. He started to make way back to your room, the leftover mess long forgotten.

You closed your eyes again, only opening them when you felt him lower you onto the plush comforter over your bed. He crawled on top of you, reuniting his lips with yours. On your back, you pulled him as close as he would go. He buried his hands into your bed to wrap them around you. His hair fell around you as he moved to kiss your neck again, pulling sweet little noises from you.

He nearly let his plan go in favor of indulging you. But your voice pulled him from the trance of your skin.

“Please, please…” Your fingers raked through his hair desperately. He picked up his head and looked into your pleading eyes. He forced himself to stand up.

“I can’t—I shouldn’t.” He said, hoping his reluctant performance was convincing. You propped yourself up on your elbows. His eyes drifted down your body, admiring the way your dress looks even as you’re on your back. One strap fell off your shoulder, the top of your tit starting to peek out.

“No, no, it’s okay.” You reassured him, reaching up to him. Oh, you’re too sweet. He couldn’t help but grab your hand and run his thumb over your knuckles.

“I shouldn’t sleep with you, princess. What if you hate me after?” he said. Admittedly, it felt silly for him to even pretend. But he was going to drag this out, make you beg. Make you need him. And the little pout that you make told him he’s getting there.

“It’s not like that, Sug,” he could see a blush creeping up your neck. “I— I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“But this line—things will change.” Which was, truthfully, his goal. 

“Well, yeah. But…” you couldn’t argue that.

Geto’s eyes wandered down to your bedside cabinet. “What if I didn’t fuck you?” Your eyebrows narrowed in confusion. “Is there anything I could, well, use?” He tried to look as sheepish and innocent as he could. Your eyes widen as you blushed.

“I do, yeah. Would you really want to?” You asked.

“I want to help you relax, princess. Plus, it could be fun. Something new,” he leaned back down to kiss you. Feeling his lips on yours again, the deal was sealed. Not wanting to break the kiss, you tried to reach the cabinet. 

He took your lead and opened the door. Keeping up the performance of a lifetime, Geto does his best to look shocked.

“Oh, really?” He picked up the purple dildo, ignoring your reddening face.

“I—I—” Your face nearly matched the pretty blush you wore. 

“Shh, don’t worry.” He said, tossing it onto the bed. He knew he would come clean about this charade sooner rather than later which washed away his guilt. “Here, let’s get comfortable,” he offered. Before you could process it, he was moving you around. You let him guide you until you were laying on him, your back against his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, nose nudging his neck. His large hands rubbed your newly exposed thighs. He slowly pulled your dress up.

“What should I do?” Your voice came out as a whisper. He smirked.

“Just relax,” he looked down at you, bringing his lips to yours. You let him envelop you in another kiss that stole your breath. Your hand flew up to grab his arm when his fingers finally began to brush against your clothed core. He was still rubbing languid circles, letting the pads off his fingers linger over your clit. 

He kept up the repetitions until he pulled a real whimper from your lips. His hands left your panties to grab the straps of your dress. He was thankful you wore a stretchy one, the material easy to peel off your body. He paused the undressing to grab your newly exposed breasts, squeezing the soft flesh roughly enough to pull a mewl from your lips. 

“No bra? Naughty girl,” he muttered. The comment went straight down to further dampen your panties. He pulled at your nipples, rolling them in his fingers. Your back arched without warning, and he couldn’t help but nip at the crook of your neck. This earned another choked moan. “So promiscuous.” 

His hands eventually returned to your dress, slipping the material off your body. Finally, those tantalizing panties were exposed to him. His fingers played with the edges, snapping the elastic back onto your skin. 

“What’s this?” His fingers ran across the pretty lace.

“I— They make me feel pretty,” you already sounded breathless.  

“You certainly looked pretty flashing me earlier,” he said, snapping the band again. He loved the way it made you squirm. 

“When did I…?” You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. How many people saw? Geto tsked.

“And here I thought you gave me that alluring show on purpose,” he caught your earlobe in his teeth and nibbled slightly. You squirmed again.

“I wouldn’t do that. Not without asking,” you protested weakly.

His hands moved below the waistband of your panties, dragging them off. “Well, I wouldn’t mind a show like that in the future,” he removed them completely, “but only for me.” He dragged his fingers up your sensitive inner thighs.

One hand found itself between your legs again, slowly drawing circles over your clit. The other dragged all the way up to your tit. His ministrations were light, earning whiny gasps and causing you to buck your hips into his hand. 

“Su—Suguru please…” You began to beg, closing your eyes and turning into him. He felt your breath on his neck. 

“Let me make sure you’re ready,” he dragged two fingers down to your slit and back up again, gathering your arousal. He brought the two fingers up and you watched, with bated breath, as he licked them. Your face heated up again, watching him clean the pads of his fingers. He dropped his gaze to your face. “Sorry, I just needed a taste,” his lips curled up.

Before you could respond, those same fingers returned to your slit. This time, he slowly pushed them both in. You involuntarily arched your back and whined. He rested his fingers inside of you for a moment, his free hand coming down to hold you. He didn’t expect you to be so responsive, but he certainly wasn’t upset.

“Let me stretch you out a bit, I would hate to hurt you,” he whispered in your ear and began moving his fingers. They were a welcome change from your own. Even a welcome change from your dildo. He watched your every reaction, quickly zeroing in on the spongy spot that made you even more erratic under him.

He drew out the teasing for a few more seconds, enjoying the sound of your begging and whining. “Maybe you are needy,” he teased. He heard you huff.

“Don’t b—be mean right now.”

He chuckled, speeding up his fingers. This earned a high pitched gasp from you. “But I’m making you feel so good, right?” When you didn’t respond, he pulled his fingers out. You whined at the loss. “Ah, ah, patience princess.”

He brought his hand up again and looked down at you. Your eyes were transfixed on his glistening fingers. He brought them to your face this time and watched as you tentatively opened your lips. You welcomed his long fingers in your mouth, more eagerly than even you were expecting. It felt dirty, dirty in a way that you couldn’t help. Dirty in a way that only Geto would get to see. 

He pressed his fingers down onto your tongue and slid them in until his rings hit your lips. He watched as you took them in, hollowing your cheeks. He slowly slid them out before pressing them in again. He was sure you managed to clean them off, but he was mesmerized at the sight. Your looked up at him, your careful eye makeup now smudged. A beautiful mess. He pulled his fingers out before he could loose control.

“I think you’re ready, princess,” he said, “but I’m gonna need your help.” 

“How?” You spread your legs more. He grabbed your arms and guided them to your knees.

“Pull these back for me,” he instructed. Your slowly followed his request, gripping the underside of your knees and pulling them back. If you weren’t already so far gone, the position would make you blush. 

Geto, on the other hand, silently cursed that he hadn’t moved your mirror to the edge of your bed to get full view of you so spread out. Oh well, next time.

He brought the silicon head of the toy to your dripping slit. He dragged it up and down a few times, mimicking his fingers. 

“Sug you’re so mean,” you whined out finally. Her chuckled under his breath and slowly pushed the toy in. 

“I thought I was too kind, princess,” he corrected. You pressed your face into his neck, whimpering. That was enough of a reply.

Geto bottomed out the toy and tapped his fingers on the flared base. You gasped, pulling your knees even tighter to your chest. 

“If it gets to be too much, just ask me to stop, ok?” He said, placing a kiss on your temple. You nodded quickly, eyes clamped shut.

Geto set the pace. Nothing too brutal, but still fast enough to earn your sweet, little moans. He placed his free hand on your lower stomach and pushed down. Partially to keep you in place, partially to hear the loud moans the new pressure caused. He bit his own lip, his dick straining against his dress pants. If you weren’t squirming so much against him, it would be easier to ignore. But the friction mixed with the sounds that began to fill your room made him wonder if he could cum from this. 

“Feel good?” He asked, teasing.

“Sug’ please, just like that,” you began to chant, words and moans slurring together. 

“Of course princess.”

“Mhm, yes Suguru, yes, yes,” your words began to trail again. He began to fuck you rougher, ignoring the burn in his wrist. He felt his hair stick to his forehead while he watched you.

“Good girl,” he muttered, watching your face, “do you think any of those guys could fuck you like this?” You shook your head adamantly, crying out. He brought his lips to your ear, making sure you heard every word that came out of his mouth. “I’ll make sure you’ll never have to think about them again. You’ll never have to think about your stupid fucking ex again or about any other fucking guy, alright?”

“Yes, please Sug, please, please,” you were whiny, starting to babble words out.

“Who’s heart are you wearing around your neck, eh?” He asked. You couldn’t form a coherent response. This only made his actions rougher. “Answer me, princess.”

“Yours! Yours, Suguru!” You shouted. He kissed your ear, happy with your responses. With his lips close, you could hear his heavy breathing. 

You began to buck your hips more, the grip on your knees loosening as your moans began to peak. He relished in the way you cried out his name. He gave up on anchoring your hips to the bed to favor sloppily rubbing your clit.

You felt the orgasm roll over you. Before you could scream, you turned your head in and bit down on the crook of Geto’s neck. You missed the groan he let out as you came, still moaning through your clamped jaw. 

You let go quickly as his ministrations slowed down. You looked in horror at the angry bite mark you left on his neck. It would be hard to cover at work. And even harder to hide from his friends.

“Oh, Sug,” you could barely catch your breath, “I’m so sorry.”

He looked down at you, his lips slightly parted but no noise coming out. Before you could move, he engulfed you in a blistering kiss. Your open mouth allowed him to nearly shove in tongue down your throat. You moaned into his mouth, tilting your head back as far as you could, wrapping an arm around his neck. 

He slowly adjusted the both of you, letting you lay back on your bed. You weren’t aware of his plan until he began fucking you with the dildo again. This time, rough and hard was the goal. He used his whole arm to pull it nearly out and then shove it back in in long, sloppy strokes.

You nearly went limp, now half propped up by your anchored elbow. The angle let him see every little expression you made. The way your eyes couldn’t focus, or how you couldn’t form words with your mouth agape.

“Come on princess, I know you’ve got another in you,” he practically taunted, his pace unrelenting. He watched as your lips attempted to form words, and he was almost nervous you were going to ask him to stop.

“Pl— please, Sug’, please—” you managed finally. A wicked smile spread across his face.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He brought his face down, lips nearly brushing. Your head fell back onto your pillows, feeling a second orgasm mount.

“Please, god, please fuck me,” you finally forced out. And as he brought you to another orgasm, that became your mantra. Begging him to fuck you as his hand was slowly getting covered in your arousal. As your own cum was beginning to leak onto your thighs. As you could barely keep your eyes open. It was everything he dreamt it would be. This time, he buried his head into your pillow to bite your neck. You screamed for him as you came, tangling your fingers in his hair. 

You tried to even your breathing as he slowly stopped the onslaught. He peppered kisses all over the mark he left, pulling the dildo out of you. He placed it on your nightstand and wrapped his arms around you.

“Sorry about that,” he said, obviously not sorry. “You did such a good job.” 

“Suguru,” you pleaded. He looked into your eyes. You reached up, carding your fingers through his beautiful hair. 

“What is it?” He smiled down at you. Instead of responding, you reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Hey,” he warned. You leaned up until you lips were centimeters from his.

“I need you to fuck me, Suguru.”

“I meant what I said before,” was all he could muster. He felt your soft hand against his chest, nails scraping up and down his chest. His head was spinning. 

“Oh Suguru, I’ve only wanted you, and I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear,” you admitted. His brain stalled. You hand went down to his belt and you began to slowly unbuckle it.

“If I fuck you, I’ll never let another man touch you again. Do you understand that?” He tried to look sternly at you. But you only giggled.

“Did you not hear what I just said?” You pulled his belt out and dropped it on the ground. The clank pulled him out of his trance. He grabbed your wrist as it unzipped his pants.

“And I’m not gonna go easy,” his grip was tight.  

“I’m not a twig,” you peppered kisses over the skin you could reach on his neck. “I can handle you,” you teased. He freed your wrist and placed a finger under your chin.

“Ass up, princess.”

He got up after you nodded. You watched him take off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. Your eyes immediately went to his dick, almost shocked by his size. Of course he had a big dick, a small dick wouldn’t support his confidence.

Geto cupped your chin, reminding you what he ordered. You did as you were told, turning onto your stomach and arching your back. You pressed your face into your comforter.

The bed dipped around your knees soon after. His hands reached out and squeezed your ass, pulling it apart. His thumb rubbed across your already messy cunt, paying special attention to your puffy clit. 

“Gone shy on me?” He asked, spreading your pussy with his thumbs. You mumbled out a response that got lost in your comforter. Geto grabbed your hair and pulled it, turning your head and pressing it back down onto the bed, “no hiding, princess.” He tapped the head of his dick against your slit, smearing the cum that had dripped out.

He didn’t waste much more time before filling you. Geto was slow, but his cockiness was fading quickly with the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick. The desire to tease you was quickly overtaken by his own lust.

Still, he managed to draw back slowly before filling you up again. But his grip on your hips and the grit in his teeth gave it all away. He let his head tilt back as he continued his slow ministrations. 

“This is pretty tame, Sug,” you choked out. He smirked down at you, filling you up before bending over your. Like before, his chest was pressed against your back. The new position causing his dick to hit you at a new angle.

“Oh really?” His breath fanned your ear. 

“You talked a big game,” you weren’t going to waste the opportunity to tease him, even if you were going to pay.

“Well, if my princess demands more,” he snaked an arm around to your front and up to your neck, “I must deliver.” He straightened, keeping you pressed against him. He squeezed the sides of your throat, stunting your whimper. He started fucking you again, his other hand keeping a tight grip on your hip to steady you.

“Is this okay?” He asked. You nodded. He tightened his grip around your throat, “didn’t catch that.”

“Y—yes!” You shouted desperately. 

“See, that wasn’t hard, princess,” his voice was breathy and strained. You whimpered in return. “So dirty,” he continued, “did that nickname always turn you on, hmm?” Your jaw fell open but no words came out. His quicker speed made you dizzy and dumb, your body arching to allow him to ram as deeply as he wanted. 

Geto’s grunts rung in your ear, like a melody to goad you on. His strokes were sloppy, and your moans were loud. The both of you became much more desperate. One of your hands flew up to hold onto the hand that wrapped around your neck, the other reached back to grip his hair. He pressed open mouth kisses on your neck, dragging his teeth across your sensitive skin.

Feeling you squeeze around him, Geto knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Before he could lose focus, he let go of your hip and moved his hand to rub your clit again. You gasped at the new stimulation, gripping his hair even tighter. 

“F—fuck, I’m close,” he groaned out.

“C—cum in—inside me,” you said suddenly, causing him to almost lose his pace.

“You really want me to ruin your pretty cunt like that?” Geto let out a breathy laugh when he felt you clench around him.

“Please, please, please,” you begged. The pleas were desperate and whiny.

“Well, since you ask so nicely,” he said. 

He let go of your throat and let you fall forward onto the bed. Both of his hands grabbed your hips once again. He was fast and rough, nailing the deepest parts of you. You bit your comforter as you reached another blinding orgasm.

Geto fell over the edge, spilling himself inside of you. He finished off with a few languid thrusts before pulling out completely. He watched his cum spill out of you, painting your thighs white. He took two fingers and traced the cum back up into you. A weak whimper slipped out of your lips. 

“Let me clean you up princess,” he pulled his fingers out, letting his cum spill back out. Geto spied a towel hanging on the back of your door. Taking it, he gently wiped your thighs and pulled another whimper from you when he cleaned up your leaking slit. He couldn’t help but tease you more, purposefully dragging the towel over your puffy clit.

“Sug, please,” you whined, falling over on your side so you could look up at him, pouting your lips..

“Sorry princess, couldn’t help it,” he wiped himself off, bending over to grab his boxers. You watched him put them on.

“Are you gonna stay?” You couldn’t stop yourself before asking. 

“Do you want me to?” He honestly hadn’t thought about it. You kneeled on your bed and reached out to him. He dropped the clothes he picked up and walked over. Once he was close enough, you cupped his face. He smiled down at you, tilting his head slightly to kiss the heel of your palm.

“Always,” you said.

“Anything for you, princess,” he reassured. The relief that washed over you was visible. “We should shower though,” he said. You fell backwards onto your pillows.

“Give me a few minutes,” you threw an arm over your face. He shook his head and climbed onto the bed, pulling you into him.

“So needy,” he kissed your cheek before resting next to you.