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you’ve built a reputation for faking an orgasm. Everyone assumes you’re more theatrical than satisfied, well it isn’t your fault guys can’t make you cum…until Suguru Geto notices.
warnings: suguru geto/reader, smut, rough sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, orgasm denial, spanking, humiliation kink, dirty talk, creampie, aftercare, photography kink, begging, crying during sex, praise and degradation, spit play
“I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”
You freeze mid-sip of your coffee, the mug clattering onto the desk with a muted thud. “Excuse me?”
“I said I want to fuck you.”
You're notorious for it — the smiling, the perfect little moans, the practiced arch that ends with polite applause while men tell stories about how good they are. People joke you can’t tell the difference between real and polite; managers, teammates, exes — they all know you never quite came, and you learned to make it look effortless because it's easier than explaining the truth. Suguru's seen the gossip, the whispered nicknames; he watches you now like a man who collects trophies, and there's something in his eyes that says he isn't interested in the story everyone else tells. He wants to be the first to make it real.
You blink at him, trying to process the words without turning beet-red. “Uh…huh,” you manage.
He’s leaning against the desk arms crossed, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to say anything. I can see it in the way you’re looking at me.”
You frown, though your body betrays you, heat pooling low in your stomach. “I…I mean, you’re—” Your words catch again, because yes, he’s ridiculously hot. Tall, lean, with that dangerous smirk that makes your pulse spike for no logical reason.
Suguru chuckles softly, a low, throaty sound that makes your skin crawl in all the best ways. “Yeah, I know. Don’t pretend you don’t think about it too.”
You’re on his bed, knees pressed against the mattress as he kneels in front of you. Your hands fumble at the hem of your skirt, tugging at it, but his hands are faster, sliding it up your thighs, gripping your hips gently.
“Relax,” Suguru coos. “Let me show you what I want.”
Then he’s there, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, teasing you, licking just close enough to make your breath hitch.
When his tongue finally traces the wet heat between your legs, you gasp, a high sound that escapes before you can stop. His fingers hook under the waistband of your panties and tug them down, slow at first, before growing impatient and dragging the thin fabric off your legs. He tosses them somewhere to the floor, not giving a damn where they land.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath when he spreads you open with two fingers, his thumb pressing gently at your clit just to watch your body jolt. “So wet already. You’ve been thinking this, haven’t you?”
Before you can come up with a denial, his mouth is on you. Hot, wet tongue dragging up your slit, slowly, until it circles your clit. He groans against you, like he’s the one being pleasured, and the vibration shoots straight through your core. His hands clench your thighs hard, keeping you spread as he buries his face deeper. Every flick of his tongue, every sloppy, sucking pull has your hips jerking, but he holds you down.
His hips are moving. His cock is straining in his sweats, dragging against the mattress. He’s rutting into the bed while he devours you, desperate and hungry, like eating you out is the only thing that matters. The sounds are obscene — his slick tongue, the dull thump of his hips grinding into the mattress, and his low, muffled groans against your cunt.
“God, you taste good,” Suguru groans, tongue dipping back inside you before he drags it up again, sucking your clit between his lips until you’re squirming. “No way you’re faking this. Look at you! Already shaking.”
Your fingers clutch at his hair, tugging, but it only spurs him on. He moans into your pussy, hips rutting harder against the bed; he’s chasing his own high while forcing yours out of you first. Your thighs tremble around his face, your body betraying you with every twitch.
“Ah—oh goooooood!!!” you moan, your vice breaking as your hips twitch against his mouth. Your thighs clamp hard around his head, but Suguru just pries them open again, fingers fouling your skin. “Please…” you whimper, tugging at his silky black hair, but he only groans, tongue pressing harder, dragging in circles around your clit until your chest arches up off the mattress.
“Please what?” he rasps as he licks a slow stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit into his mouth again. “Use your words, baby.”
“Please, Suguru, don’t stop—I can’t—” The words spill out between gasps, pathetic and broken, your voice pitching high when he sucks harder, like he’s trying to drink you dry. Two of his fingers slip into you, vigorous and chambré, filling you in a way that makes your back slam against the mattress.
Every squelch of your cunt, every gushing sound of him working you open, only makes him groan louder. He’s humping the mattress harder now, grinding his cock into it like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t. “Soooooo fucking wet,” he mutters against you, his lips brushing your swollen clit between every suck. “Listen to yourself, baby — you’re dripping all over me.”
Your thighs quake, your chest heaving, and you can’t even form words anymore. Just broken, breathless sobs of pleasure. “Oh—oh fuck, I can’t—oh my god!”
His free hand pins your hip down when you try to squirm away, his fingers stroking that spot inside you mercilessly. He licks, sucks, thrusts.
Your orgasm rips through you, your cry cutting off into a choked sob as you gush around his fingers and tongue. When you finally collapse back onto the bed, twitching and gasping, Suguru pulls his mouth away with a wet pop, lips and chin shiny with you. He eases his fingers out slowly, watching your cunt flutter around the emptiness. He brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, releasing a low hum
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning over you. The mattress dips under his weight as he nudges you farther back, spreading you out beneath him. His hands are still warmly wet from touching you, and when they settle on your thighs again, it feels like they burn right through your skin.
Your eyes look down, helplessly, to the outline pressing hard against his sweats. The fabric does little to him him; your breath shudders.
He leans closer, bracing himself on one arm while the other hand traces up your trembling thigh, brushing against your slick heat just to watch you gasp. “You’re beautiful like this. Laid out for me, dripping for me… fuck, I could spend forever between your legs.”
His words barely have time to settle in your chest before he leans back on his knees, tugging at the drawstring of his sweats. The fabric slides down his hips in one fluid motion, then lower, pooling carelessly at the floor. A heartbeat later, his briefs follow—peeled off with the same impatience that’s been simmering in his touch all night.
His cock springs free, flushed and thick, curving up toward his stomach, the tip glistening with pre-cum that catches the low light of his room. He wraps his hand around the base for a second, stroking slowly as if to give you time to look, to take him in.
He’s long, heavy, almost licentious in how perfect he looks. If you could get any wetter, you would. The sight alone has your thighs pressing together instinctively, but Suguru doesn’t let you hide — his hand slides between them, pushing you open again so he can nestle himself right there, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your slick.
He groans low in his throat at the contact, rolling himself just enough to smear himself in your wetness.
The thick head pushes forward, and both of you gasp at the same time — his, ragged and guttural; yours, high and broken.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he clasps your thigh harder. Your nails dig into the sheets as he eases deeper, inch by inch, and my body stretches around him. He’s so thick you swear you can feel every vein, every twitch, splitting you open until your jaw goes slack.
“God, Suguru—” you sob, arching against him as he sinks further inside. Your body clenches.
“Breathe, sweetheart. You can take it. You’re so fucking perfect around me.”
He lowers his forehead to yours, both of you panting, gasping into each other’s mouths like you can’t decide whether to kiss or just try to survive the feeling. “Fuck,” he whispers again, voice almost reverent. “I’ve never felt anything like this. You’re mine now.”
He starts moving. He teases you with the tip sliding in and out, letting you feel every inch as he measures you. Then, without warning, he picks up the pace, long, driven strokes that make your eyes roll back. Heat blossoms low in your belly, a tight, delicious pressure that twines with the ache of him filling you. Your sounds come out raw, ragged, half curse and half prayer.
“Suguruuuu…” you breathe. He answers only with a low hum, forehead pressed to yours, mouth ghosting across it in a breathy kiss every time he buries himself to the hilt. His hand finds your breasts and claws there, anchoring you as he sets a brutal pace. Each thrust hits a spot so deep and exactly placed it makes your knees tremble. It’s almost like your cunt was made exactly for him. You try to move with him, to ride the wave he keeps teasing, but he holds yiu still. He wants you full and exposed, wants that helpless tilt of your head when you can’t help but look at him.
Fucking finally, he slams in. You nearly — fuck, you do scream, the force of it ripping the air out of your lungs. Before you can recover, his hands slide under your thighs and shove htem up, folding you in half, pinning your knees up toward your chest in a filthy, merciless mating press.
“Fuck, look at you,” Suguru snarls above you. His cock drives into you again, harder this time, pounding into a spot so deep it feels like he’s rearranging you. “So fucking tight like this…your cunt’s swallowing me whole.”
The angle is devastating. You’re open, stretched, filled to the brim. It hurts so sweet, an agonising burn that makes your eyes roll back and your nails tear at his back. You sob his name, high and broken. This only makes Suguru grin, teeth flashing as he pistons into you faster, rougher, like he’s testing how much you can take before you break.
Your body convulses under him, helpless, and he eats it up — the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way your face twists, the way your cunt squeezes him tighter every time he bullies deeper into that soft, aching spot. His hand snakes up again, pinching your nipple between his fingers as he growls in your ear.
You barely manage to obey, jaw falling slack, tongue pushing forward in desperation, trembling as his cock splits you open mercilessly. Suguru pulls back just enough to watch you before he gathers saliva in his mouth and spits. The warm glob lands heavy on your tongue, wet and thick.
Your body reacts before your brain does.
Your walls down so violently around him it punches a sound out of his chest. Your entire body arches, legs trembling against his shoulders, nails raking his back as your orgasm slams into you. White-hot, binding, every nerve lit up like he’s electrocuting you from the inside.
“Fuuuuuck, that’s it. Look at you, coming just from my spit. You’re so fucking nasty.”
You choke on a sob, spit still slick on your tongue, drooling down the corner of your mouth as your body shakes uncontrollably. Your vision blurs, tears pricking your eyes, but the only thing you can focus on is the relentless piston of his hips and the way your pussy gushes around him, soaking his cock, soaking the sheets.
Suguru doesn’t let up. “Two.”
If anything, he pounds into you harder, deeper, rutting like a man possessed, using your orgasm to wring more out of you. Your cunt is a mess, drooling down his cock, pulsing around him so tight it feels like you’ll never let him go.
He pulls out suddenly, cock slipping free with a wet gushing sound, and you whine at the emptiness, back arching off the mattress. Suguru ignores your desperation, big hands gripping your hips to flip you over easily. You gasp as he forces your back down into the mattress, palms sinking into the sheets, while his presses between your shoulder blades, pinning you in a mean arch. Your ass is high, cunt spread and dripping.
Then crack. His palm lands on your ass. Before the pain even fades, another smack follows, harder, making your body jolt forward. Look at this sloppy fucking pussy,” he moans behind you, while his cock grinds against your soaked slit, sliding up and down. “You fake it with every other guy, but me? I don’t even have to try. You came just from my spit!”
You whimper shamelessly into the sheets, thigh trembling, your cunt clenching around nothing as his fat cockhead drags over your clit. The friction has you nearly crying again.
“You want it, don’t you?” he taunts, grinding in slow, lazy circles against your swollen clit. “Say it, baby. Use your words.”
“Louder.” His hand comes down on your ass again.
“Ah! I-I want it…” you whisper, broken.
His palm cracks down, this time right over your swollen cunt. “Not good enough.” He grinds against you again, humming at the mess. “Say it. Loud. what do you want, baby?”
Your nails claw at the sheets as you force the words. “I want your cock, Sugu!”
“That’s better.” His laugh is cruel, followed by another slap to your cunt that makes you cry out, your body arching even harder for him. “Pathetic little faker, begging for the real thing now. You want me to ruin you so bad you can’t even fake it anymore, huh?”
His cock slides down, heavy and wet, pressing right against your entrance. He doesn’t push in yet — just keeps rubbing against your throbbing slit, teasing you until you’re whimpering, dripping down your thighs.
“Say it again,” he demands, punctuating each word with a stinging smack against your soaked pussy. “Tell me—what do you want?”
Your body trembles, your nails digging helplessly into the sheets as your cunt clenches around nothing, throbbing. “Please…” you whisper, muffled against the mattress.
CRACK. His palm lands against your ass, the sound sharp, the sting burning. “I can’t hear youuu.”
You whimper, hips twitching back toward him, desperate for contact. “Please, Suguru.”
“Please what?” He gives you another sharp smack to your cunt. “Don’t get shy on me now. Use your words.”
You choke on a sob, humiliation and arousal tangling together until you’re dizzy. “Please….please fuck me. Please—I need your cock.”
He chuckles darkly, grinding the fat head of his cock against your clit until you gasp. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now say my name again. Loud.”
“Suguru—” your voice breaks, high and needy.
“Again.” CRACK. His hand comes down on your dripping cunt, making your thighs shake.
“Suguru!!” you scream, arching harder into the mattress, your body begging him to fill you.
“That’s my girl,” he purrs, leaning over you now, his chest pressing against your back, his mouth at your ear. His cock still teases your entrance, sliding up and down, never giving you more than the tip. “You’re gonna beg for it properly, though. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me no one else can fuck you like this.”
Tears sting your eyes from the desperation, your voice breaking as you sob it out. “No one else…no one else can fuck me like you. I need you, Suguru. Please, I need your cock. Please fill me, I’ll do anything…”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. All those fake moans for other men, and look at you now, crying my name like you were made for it.”
He spanks your pussy one more time, the sting making you yelp, before lining himself up. The blunt head of his cock presses right at your entrance, stretching you open just enough to make your walls spasm around nothing.
“Beg one more time,” he rasps, his tip nudging inside, pulling back before you can take him.
Your throat works around the sob you force out, your words tumbling out raw and broken. “Please, Suguru, please fuck me—I need it, I need you inside me, I can’t take it anymore!”
The second the words leave your lips, Suguru finally gives you what you’re begging for.
He slams inside in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch of cock into your dripping cunt, and you break. The stretch is overwhelming, the sudden fullness splitting you apart so deep you can’t even breathe. your body seizes up, nails tearing at the sheets, mouth falling open in a soundless scream before it collapses into a sob.
Your walls convulse violently around him, wet gush spilling down your thighs, soaking him as your body shudders under the invasion. Tears blur your vision, rolling hot down your face as pathetic little whimpers pour from your mouth, muffled against the mattress.
“Three,” he mutters.. His hand digs into your hip, pinning you down as your body jerks helplessly. “Pathetic little slut—cumming the second I put my cock in you. Didn’t even last a stroke.”
You sob his name, body still trembling, cunt squeezing him like a vice, but once again, Suguru doesn’t slow down. He starts to move faster, his hips slamming into yours mercilessly, each thrust hitting deep, obscene squelches filling the room.
“You think I’m gonna let you stop there?” His laugh is low and cruel, his cock pistoning into your soaked pussy without mercy. “Oh no, baby. I’m not done with you. You’re gonna cum again, and again, and again, until you forget what faking ever felt like.”
Your cries turn to broken moans, high-pitched, pathetic sounds that only spur him on. He keeps you bent in that cruel arch, your face buried in the sheets while he pounds you so hard the bedframe rattles. Every thrust drags another whimper from your throat, another gush of slick down your thighs, your body overwhelmed but unable to stop.
You can only sob, gasping out his name between ragged moans, your body already teetering on the edge again even as you’re still coming down from the last one.
Suguru keeps driving into you, cock splitting you open, dragging wet noises from your ruined pussy as if you’re nothing but his toy. Your thighs are trembling, muscles locking up, your sobs breaking into moans so wrecked they don’t even sound like words anymore.
Another orgasm tearing through you before you can even form a thought. Your scream is muffled into the sheets, fingers clutching uselessly at the mattress while your cunt gushes all over his cock. You can feel it spill, wet and hot, running down to your knees as your body shakes apart.
“Four! Fuck—you’re perfect. Can’t stop cumming on me, can you?”
The heat in his words matches the twitch in his cock, and suddenly his rhythm falters. He buries himself to the hilt with a broken groan, the weight of him slamming your body deeper into the mattress. His teeth scrape your shoulder as he chokes out your name, and then he cums.
It’s hot, thick, spilling inside you in heavy spurts that make you cry out at the warmth. He keeps grinding into you, as if determined to fuck it deeper, to not waste a single drop.
But your body is too far gone, trembling and oversensitive. Each drag of his cock inside you makes your hips jerk away, sobs spilling uncontrollably as your pussy clenches down hard, overstimulated beyond reason.
“Stop—stop, timeout!” you cry out. You twist under him, shoving weakly at his wrist, your body trembling from exhaustion. “I can’t—please—”
Suguru freezes, chest heaving, cock still buried inside you. For a long moment he just breathes against your neck, then chuckles low and ragged, pressing a kiss to your damp shoulder.
“Alright,” he murmurs, finally easing out of you, your body twitching at the sudden loss. His hand strokes down your back, steadying you even as your thighs still shake. “Timeout, baby. You did so fucking good for me.”
Your body’s still twitching, thighs trembling as Suguru pulls you into his lap like you’re made of glass. His cock slips free, leaving you messy and dripping, and he just sits there grinning at the sight of his own spend leaking down your thighs.
“Four,” he coos, smug and sing-song as he strokes your hair back, his lips brushing your damp temple. “Miss Faker, my pretty little liar.” He tilts your chin up so you have to look at him, his grin razor-sharp. “I wrung four out of you. Four. I could fucking brag about that forever.”
You groan, burying your face against his chest in embarrassment, but he only laughs, warm and cruel at once. “Oh, don’t hide now. I’m gonna tell everyone,” he teases, rocking you gently as if he hadn’t just brutalised your body. “Your sweet little secret. That I’m the one who made you cum for real. Over and over until you begged me for a timeout.”
He kisses your hairline, his voice softer now but still buzzing with pride. “So fucking perfect. Look at you…shaking, leaking all over me, drool on your lips. God, I could frame you like this.” You hadn’t even noticed you were drooling. His hand cups your cheek, thumb swiping across the spit-slick corner of your mouth, and his eyes glint. “Actually…Let me take a picture?”
You blink up at him, exhausted, and whisper, “...Okay.”
That grin splits wider. He moves quick, reaching for his phone on the nightstand, then angles you just right in his lap. “Don’t move,” he croons, pulling the camera up. “You’re perfect like this. Tired, ruined, all mine.”
One picture of your flushed, tear-streaked face. Another of your trembling thighs spread across his lap, his hand splayed proudly on your hip. And then he drags his hand down, spreading your pussy with his fingers, watching the way his cum leaks out of you.
“Fuck, yes. My masterpiece,” he laughs low, leaning back to admire his work. “Look at you. Perfect little slut, dripping for me.”
He presses another kiss to your temple, murmuring softer now. “Don’t worry, baby. These are for me only. Just proof—so I can remind you every time you try to fake it again. Proof of how good I can break you.”
And he sets the phone aside, tucking you against him, stroking your back until your breathing slows.
Suguru’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. You’re curled against his chest, boneless, eyelids heavy. He smells like sweat and skin and satisfaction, his breath rumbling against your hair every time he chuckles quietly to himself—probably still gloating.
You shift, nuzzling into him, voice a whisper that feels almost too small for the room. “...So what now? Friends with benefits?”
