at your service ♡
warnings/tags: NSFW, explicit content, (extreme) praise kink, soft dom geto, sir kink, gentle (?) sex, blowjobs, masturbation, riding, body worship, fingering, mutual pining, masturbation, slight breeding kink, light sub/dom
pairing: geto suguru x fem reader
summary: you start to develop inappropriate feelings for your boss
word count: 2.6k
a/n: hi angels, im back! this is my first real piece of content since i've returned from my hiatus, so i hope you like it and i hope i'll make more for you soon! also ik my theme is half finished pls don't roast me LMAO
in all your years of being alive, you could confidently say you had never expected or wanted to take on the role of a live in maid.
at first, the idea seemed sort of degrading. constantly working under the supervision of some asshole wealthy family or individual just didn’t appeal to you. you quite liked your freedom, and authority figures usually left you with a pestering feeling of uneasiness.
but, money was running low. and if you had the opportunity to live in a big beautiful house, and get paid more than all of your side jobs combined, of course you’d take it.
deciding to put your pride to the test, you contacted the lister of the ad, and your life living with mr. suguru began.
the job itself was easy; tidying up the rooms, cooking, running errands. nothing that you couldn’t handle. and to make things even easier, mr. suguru was a surprisingly kind man, who never demanded too much from you. the time he spent at home depended on his schedule for the day, but he was almost always back at night. he slept in the room across from yours, and if you were still awake, he’d always bid you goodnight with that warm smile of his you loved so much.
your uniform consisted of a black and white frilly dress, accompanied by a small white apron tied around your waist, delicate white gloves, and a dainty ruffled headband. sometimes, if you felt up to it, you wore thin glossy stockings.
you were aware of how your skirt barely covered your ass, and how the attire was altered to fit snugly around your body, showing off every curve in a way that was far from appropriate.
any other employer of yours would probably get a slap in the face and a lawsuit, but you had an obvious soft spot for mr. suguru.
during the week, you’d wake up bright and early, first getting yourself polished and presentable. after ensuring you looked your best, you started on cooking breakfast. he’d come in either already dressed in formal business attire, or half naked, neither of which left you any reason to complain.
on weekends he’d slumber into the kitchen, usually wearing nothing but loose pants or on rare occasions, only a snug pair of boxer briefs. you’d never admit it, but you secretly wished those rare occasions happened more frequently.
you made pitiful attempts to take semi - discrete peeks at his bare figure while he sipped his coffee, but it never went unnoticed. he’d always look at you with an amused expression until your eyes caught his gaze again, before giving you a wink that made your cheeks heat.
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it seemed mr. suguru always knew what you were thinking.
aside from being ridiculously handsome, he was actually really thoughtful and keen. he didn’t express his feelings directly into words, that wasn’t his strong suit, but he noticed your moods, body language, and reactions.
whenever you weren’t feeling your best, or didn’t get enough sleep, he picked up on it, and gave you the day off, without prying any further. he was surprisingly gentler than his appearance implied. you often wondered if he would be able to know your body as well as your behaviors.
mr. suguru was also very expressive in touch. he touched the nape of your neck, your hands, your shoulders, waist, even smoothed your hair. every small sensation of his fingers touching your skin stirred an excitement in you. you silently begged him to touch you in the way you longed for, the way you needed.
sometimes it even felt as if he could hear your pleas.
you often found yourself letting your hand slip down in between your legs after the two of you had gone to your respective rooms for the night. you would trace your fingers along your whole body, wondering where mr. suguru would touch you first.
would he fuck you with the same gentleness and care in which he treats you now? or would he be rough, making sure you feel every ounce of pleasure you’ve been dying for?
you let out a stifled moan as your hands and racing thoughts continue to build up the arousal gathering on your fingers. you glance at your door, which has been left ajar.
of course, this wasn’t a mistake.
you wanted him to hear you pleasure yourself, every whine that slipped past your lips, the shifts in your body as you got closer and closer to reaching the height of your climax.
with the assistance of your lewd imagination it doesn’t take long for you to feel the familiar feeling of coming.
when your breathing finally slows, you slump into your pillow, and the aches of loneliness return.
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unknown to you, mr. suguru would often do the same thing in his own room. whether it be morning or night, bed or bathroom, any reminder of you in your revealing uniform was enough to get him painfully hard.
you teased him on purpose, and he knew that.
when he would watch tv on his days off, you’d bend over to clean, giving him a nice view of your ass and panties. he would do anything to see that uniform scattered across his floor, to see the way you looked as he rutted into you.
you were perfect. such a good girl, doing your job with no complaints. making his meals the way he liked, showing off your body enough for him to be left wanting more. he always felt that he ought to give you a better reward for your hard work.
it didn’t matter what it was.
he would do anything for you.
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mr. suguru frequently came home stressed from work, and today was one of those days.
he would never be cruel to you, his frustrations with his job weren’t your fault and he’d never want you to feel like they were.
you’re looking in the fridge trying to compile a list of items to buy when you hear him open the door. he steps inside, removing his shoes before his eyes find you. his furrowed brows soften for a second.
you turn to face him and smile.
“welcome back sir.”
he looks at you and nods his head, with a tired but kind expression.
“how was work today?”
“exhausting”, he laughs.
you make your way over to collect his coat. despite living with him for some time now, his towering height still astounds you.
he begins to shrug his jacket off as you say, “i know you had a lot of long meetings scheduled, so i hope you can find a way to relax for the rest of this evening.”
mr. suguru feels his breath catch as your hand touches his back. you hang up his blazer neatly, and he walks to the couch in an attempt to calm his suddenly jumpy nerves. he gives his tie a tug and feels a small bliss at its loosening.
“can i help you with your hair?”, you ask.
he nods, leaning his head back and you move behind him from his seat on the sofa. he feels your warm hands reach the back of his neck as you start to untie his bun. once you’ve conquered getting the tie out, long black strands fall around his face and settle to cover his back and shoulders.
you run your fingers through his hair and he lets out a relieved sigh.
“is everything alright? you seem more stressed than usual.”
“come here and face me”
you leave your spot and stand in front of him.
he points to the floor.
“sit”
mr. suguru leans down to look at you perched in front of him. outstretching his arm, your eyes widen slightly as his hand reaches out to cup your face.
he brushes his thumb against your cheek, donning a soft expression.
“thank you for always taking such good care of me”, he whispers.
his eyes are so dark, something that normally intimidated you, but in this moment you could stare at them forever, never feeling an ounce of discomfort.
leaning into his touch, you decide to no longer deny the budding intimacy.
you kiss his hand gently, “please let me help you relieve your stress sir ”
he smiles.
“nobody treats me as well as you do”
looking down at his pants, you make your first move, fiddling with the buttons. you push up his white dress shirt to expose a small happy trail, and lean yet toned muscle. you relish in the cute way he twitches when your lips first meet his stomach. sucking small spots on his skin, you kiss any open areas you can. one of your hands wanders to palm his growing erection through his underwear.
you hear him let out a small controlled exhale as you finally decide to fully focus on his needy cock. now fully hard, it hits his abs softly. your stomach flutters at how truly big he is.
wrapping one hand around the base, you slowly lick your way up to the tip. precum is already spilling from his slit, and you gather it on your tongue with controlled movements. looking him in the eyes with a lustful gaze, you start to take him into your mouth.
he flinches, choking back a grunt.
you liked the fact that his hand still rested on the side of your face, not pushing you down, but just guiding your head with ease. you suck at him, precisely moving your tongue, and hollowing out your cheeks. you wanted him to feel as good as possible, hoping that for even a moment, he’s given relief from his draining day.
you hear a small moan as his hips jerk and his head falls back, indicating your good performance. if you keep going at this rate you know he’ll come soon. you fully let him thrust into your throat, determined to get him to finish.
he’s breathing heavily, and the way you take him deep into your mouth just about crumbles his self control. his stomach flexes and he groans, giving you the taste of his warm cum on your tongue.
as he allows you time to finish swallowing, his thumb massages your aching jaw, brushing the tears from your eyes.
“such an angel”
he pats his lap, “take a seat.”
you get up and straddle him, a small insecurity flashing in your mind that he might find some flaw with your body. your doubts must’ve shown on your face because you hear him laugh.
“you’re beautiful”, he whispers.
he plants a kiss on your neck, starting to bite at your flesh, making you gasp in surprise. his kisses gradually travel up, until he meets your face. he looks you in the eyes for a moment, before softly meeting his lips with your own. you kiss him back the way you always wished you could.
his hands start to move under your skirt, moving your body into his as you close your eyes. he kneads at your ass before starting to undo the zipper at the back of your dress.
as you start to wiggle it off he says quietly, “do you know how many times i dreamed of taking this off you?”
your cheeks warm and you shake your head.
he finishes taking off the outfit and pulls you close to him.
“every time you showed off”, his thumb starts to circle your clit slowly.
“every time you touched yourself when you thought i was asleep”
you let out a whine of pleasure.
“every time you were so good”
his fingers slip into the fabric of your lace panties.
“did you buy these just for me to see?”
you nod, unable to speak.
“this is what you spend my money on?”
he laughs, “naughty girl”
his middle finger grazes along your entrance, feeling your wetness. he glides it inside, starting to massage up at your puffy spot. his thumb goes back to tracing your bud as he meets his lips to your chest.
your back arches and you let out a whimper, already feeling the heat grow in your belly.
“how does it feel?”, he asks, voice muffled as he plants more kisses on your skin.
“it feels so good sir”, you moan, starting to squirm on his fingers.
hearing this he takes his fingers off you, and leaves them to rest on your hips.
“why’d you stop?”
“i’d prefer it if you came on my cock instead of my fingers”
mr. suguru unclasps your bra, taking in the full sight of your tits spilling out without any constraint.
he strokes himself a few times before moving your hips, guiding you to fully sink down on his length.
you gasp and wince, feeling the familiar stretch of having someone inside you. to make things harder, mr. suguru was much bigger than anything you’d ever had before.
“does it hurt?”
you nod your head, hiding your face into the crook of his neck.
massaging your lower back, he assures, “it’ll feel much better soon, don’t worry”.
he starts to slowly grind your hips down, the tip of his sheathed cock providing you a pleasure your own fingers could never give you. he keeps you close, leaving almost no room for anything else aside from his mouth and fingers.
abandoning all shame, you moan, pussy squeezing around his length.
his hips thrust up to meet yours and he groans at how tight you are. he feels intoxicated, his brain almost unable to form a coherent thought as he fucks into you.
you feel almost dizzy at how enveloped your body is in mr. suguru’s embrace. almost every surface is touching or has been touched by him. it’s electric and warm, and appeases every one of your filthy desires. your clit’s frequent contact with his skin gives you a heightened level of exhilaration.
everything feels so good you can barely register your approaching orgasm until you let out a strangled cry, clinging to his body.
he’s panting heavily but never stops, never even entertaining the thought of letting himself cum until you’ve finished at least two times.
by your third orgasm you can see the front pieces of his hair have stuck to his forehead from sweat, and he’s tortured with the need to release into your soft pussy.
you feel yourself approaching your fourth orgasm, an extremely tiring but fucking impressive feat. by now, your legs are fatigued and your throat aches from moaning his name.
“please fill me up sir”, you choke out, “i need it so badly”
this is all he needs to hear to grant himself the luxury of letting his building orgasm continue its course through his body.
you grip down on his cock before you reach the peak of euphoric sensation once again, and he can feel his balls tighten.
he swears desperately, and closes any space between the two of you as he starts to stuff you full of his seed.
he slumps into the crook of your neck whimpering as you ride his cock until you’re both spent.
you both gasp for air and mr. suguru catches his breath through peppering kisses along your tits.
“let’s get you to my room, i'll get you showered and get cleaned up”, he says softly.
you nod dazedly in response.
he hesitates for a moment.
“can we do this again sometime?”
his sudden sheepishness makes you feel shy.
you smile.
“of course sir”
“i’m always at your service”
