Drabble to my series, Elevator 4 | Suguru Geto / workplaceau / mdni
Suguru, who listens to your remarks about how “it’s just sex” while literally rearranging his entire schedule around your lunch breaks and keeping your coffee order memorized down to the exact amount of foam.
Suguru, who has perfected the art of looking completely innocent and unfazed while his hand is up your skirt during client dinners, nodding seriously about budget allocations while his fingers work you into a mess.
Suguru, who leaves his suit jacket draped over your chair after particularly intense “overtime sessions,” and gets genuinely pouty when you try to give it back because he likes seeing something that belongs to him in your office.
Suguru, who brings you your coffee from that place downtown when you’re stressed, but also can’t resist kissing your neck while you’re trying to drink it, mumbling “let me help you relax” against your skin until you’re laughing and pushing him away.
Suguru, who gets visibly jealous when the new intern flirts with you, then spends his lunch break reminding you exactly who you belong to in his elevator.
Suguru, who insists on “helping” you with your presentations by bending you over the desk and fucking you until you can recite your talking points perfectly, “It’s just practice.” he says with an infuriating smug.