#femguru

[bvinhster]

request #4 yuri stsg

[14th-lulullaby]

Pa un pana aaa

[liahcharms]

special treatment𑁤

Suguru loves giving her sweet assistant special treatment! Be it wearing mini skirts barely brushing her ass or fucking her on a CEO's desk after a long, tiring day!

requested by fair anon

˖𑁤 ݁˖ pairing: Ceo fem!Suguru x Assistant!Reader

˖𑁤 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ :: wlw :: office romance :: age gap (reader in early 20s, Suguru in early 30s) :: mentions of femjo (ofc, my wifey) :: mature women :: dominant Suguru :: reader is such a minx :: flirting :: fluff :: smut :: oral sex :: use of strap-on :: reader calls her mommy :: tit sucking :: office sex :: 2.2k words ꒱

˖𑁤 ݁˖ notes: Oh, fem boss Suguru, the things I would do for you...

divider by @uzmacchiato art by @/sugurusboobs on X

Everyone in the office knew your CEO was hot. Dominant, sharp-tongued, always spreading an air around herself that squeezed the throats of her workers.

Some believe that having a female boss is much better than having a male one, but Suguru proved them wrong every day. The most successful woman in Japan, leading the fashion industry with her brilliant projects that reached global markets, the "ruthless matriarch" as some liked to call her.

And whenever she entered the office, the atmosphere always seemed to shift slightly. Her employees looked up at her tall figure as she hurried down the corridors. Black, silky hair brushed her waist, a tight shirt clung to her heavy breasts, and hips swayed in gentle waves beneath the tight-fitting trousers. She was tall, yet there was never a day she didn't wear heels, always looming like a ghastly figure over the male employees.

Having neither a husband nor children, she stayed in the office day and night, working her ass off just to keep the number-one spot in global markets. Her Forbes Under 30, Best Fashion Designer Award, and Top Ten Richest Women in the world.

Some might say she was a pretty good boss. Kind and polite, though slightly cold in demeanour. Staying overtime wasn't that bad when she paid her employees three times the hourly rate and ensured they all worked efficiently.

Everyone knew that as long as she didn't pay much attention to you, life was good. Great, even. Everyone truly wanted to keep minimal contact with their boss, who reminded them of a praying mantis rather than a woman.

No one wished to look into her squinted, almond-shaped eyes and be drawn into the heaviness of her lavender gaze. No one wished to land in her office, only to receive the harsh scolding that pushed tears into her employees' eyes.

No one, and truly no one, knew... how you did that.

Get on her sweet, caring side, that is.

The young assistant who joined the company only a few months ago suddenly became the centre of her attention.

Your first day at a company would be treated as a total failure by most of your coworkers. With a miniskirt wrapped around your hips, its hem barely brushing your middle thighs, and a red bra showing through the white shirt. Long socks covered your legs up to the knees, giving your thighs a little squish.

You... didn't look bad. But also did not look corporate-like.

When Utahime saw you, she almost had a heart attack. Shoko, the menager, told you to send a prayer.

"Boss pays close attention to proper attire," she said, tugging at your skirt. "So I wish you good luck."

And thus, on the first day, after getting accustomed to your teammates and managers, you finally went to the lion's den.

The nicely manicured hand knocked on the milky-glassed door, and when a low come in, slipped from the room, you pushed the handle with a squeezed throat.

And then... you saw her.

Your knees nearly buckled, heart fluttered with warmth filling your chest, and mind suddenly went blank.

As the woman who sat behind the desk must have truly been a descendant of a Goddess herself. Lavender eyes traced your body, dark locks smooched her cheeks and lips, crimson red, curving into a little smile.

The white shirt was tight around her chest, and a single thin necklace nestled between her plush breasts. Long cherry nails tapped on the desk, filling the silent room.

"Close the door, sweets," she said, taking in the sudden warmth that hit your cheeks.

With a shy oh, you pushed the heavy glass, separating you two from the commotion and whispers outside. Her office was mostly made of glass walls, but the milkiness of their structure allowed for a bit of privacy.

On the one side, it certainly was good.

But on the other hand, you felt ashamed of the wetness beginning to pool in your panties. The heat bubbling in your stomach, fingers fiddling with the edge of your skirt, and only now did you realise how truly short it was.

"Good morning boss, I'm your n-new assistant," fuck, of course your voice failed you when it shouldn't!

Suguru hummed, finally standing up. Long legs, wrapped in loose trousers, moved in front of the desk before she leaned against its edge, head tilted.

Your figure didn't escape the heavy gaze for even a second, and so you wriggled awkwardly in place, trying to cover your naked thighs with miserable attempts.

"Come a bit closer, I don't bite," she chuckled, and the smoothest melody curled around your ears.

You walked towards her, cheeks burning and eyes unable to look away as her plump thighs spread when she sat on a desk. Thick and meaty, you wished to bite into them with a delicious moan, before slipping up to–oh dearst heavens!

You shouldn't have such nasty thoughts about your boss!

With fingers lightly pinching your thighs, just to wake yourself up for the delirious, lustful dream, you finally stood in front of her.

The sweet fragrance of her perfume tickled your nose, and a devil perched on your arm whispered minx-like temptations to lean in and lick the sweetness of her milky neck.

Oh, perhaps you should consider resigning immediately.

"So you're my new assistant, hm?" she asked, noticing the red lace bra peeking through your shirt.

"I am, boss." You noticed her gaze and mentally slapped yourself. You may or may not have forgotten to do the laundry. "I'm s-sorry, I'll work on my attire. It's just that this morning–"

But Suguru just giggled, reaching for your skirt and tugging at the hem. As her fingers brushed your thighs, you were grateful for the extra pair of panties in your bag, since the ones you wore were too soaked to last the day.

"It's okay, sweets. Your attire is perfectly fine," she said, lavender eyes mingling like little stars.

Your lips parted, and you were nearly certain she could hear the rapid beat of your heart. Pounding as if it were about to cause a cardiac arrest any second.

"Oh," slipped quietly, as your gazes crossed. "Manager Shoko said–"

"It doesn't matter what she said. I like your skirt," and before you could respond, she straightened up, towering at least a head taller. "You can get back to work now. I'll call if I need anything."

And thus, since that day, Suguru, for the first time, seemed to be bewitched.

Maybe it was the loveliness of your face, or maybe the way your soft voice wrapped around her senses in the most pleasurable way.

The employees soon noticed the special treatment she seemed to shower you with – your favourite coffee waiting on your desk each morning, a pair of new heels under your desk since you broke the other pair the other day, and a workload much lighter than your teammates'.

Your desk was placed right next to Suguru's office, yet still within the shared area. As a result, people who had always taken the utmost pleasure in not seeing the boss for a whole day now seemed to walk on eggshells.

As Suguru slipped from her office much more often than she used to. Only to come to your desk and have a little, lovely chitchat as if nothing in this world mattered more than hearing your chipper at least five times a day.

Sometimes she would invite you to lunch, and other times she shooed away Satoru, whose crystal gaze quickly noticed the new sweet assistant. Her closest, most irritating friend, who took a special pleasure in flirting with you in the nastiest, cheeks-heating ways.

And when you got more comfortable, noticing that Suguru seemed as interested in you as you were in her... the big flirtation war had started.

You – bending in front of her desk, because, oh, boss, it seems you dropped a pen! Miniskirt lifting up to show your red laced panties with a little wet spot right on your pussy.

Her – flushing cherry red, wriggling on the leather chair in an uncomfortable manner, and throwing another pen right in front of her eyes.

You – coming to her with each silly problem, just to chirp foolishly like a sweet birdie and look at her with round, doe eyes.

Her – coming to your desk and bending over, until the heavy breasts pressed against your arm and lips were mere millimetres from your heated ear.

You – flirting back with Satoru, biting your lip with a giggle.

Her – inviting you to her office after hours, only to fuck you like a madwoman with a long, pinkish strapon.

Your ass red from all the gentle slaps, tits pressed to her desk, and tears rolling down your cheeks whenever the round her smooched your cervix.

She would lean in and lick a long stripe up your spine, just to leave crimson kisses across your heated skin.

"Do you like to see me jealous, sweets?" Her voice curled around your earlobe as she shoved the silicone toy up to your belly.

Nothing but wet squelches and your moans filled her dark office as you tried to keep yourself steady on her desk. With fingers gripping the edge and hips rolling back, just to meet her every brutal thrust.

"Mmm," a cry fell past your lips, as her fingers slipped down your hips and flickered over your swollen clit. "B-Boss, I–ahhh–I'm s-sorry!"

She chuckled, rolling the hardener bud between her fingers. "Are you? It seemed you enjoyed yourself quite a lot."

With a single move, she rolled you over. Back pressed to the desk, thighs glued to the chest, till she pushed you into a mean, mating press.

"No, I–fuck–I didn't," another cry rolled as she pushed the dildo even deeper.

Till her hips met yours and tight cunt moulded under the thick, drenched toy. The sight of her full hips and jiggling breasts made your head spin. Saliva trickled down your chin, and she brushed it away with a low giggle.

"So you think my eyes are lying?" She leaned in until her heavy breasts pressed against yours. "Tell me, sweetie, do you think your boss is lying? Or maybe you just want to get fucked stupid in front of Satoru, hm? I think she would be quite happy–ah!"

A low, satin moan slipped past her lips as your fingers rolled her nipples, giving them a gentle squeeze. She looked utterly beautiful, bewitching, with crimson lipstick smeared on her cheek and a little heart twinkling behind her eyes.

Her pace was maddeningly ruthless, pumping you full with a thick cock and melting you beneath her fingers. She soon cut her three nails short, only to have a better time with your always drenched cunt.

As when she wasn't fucking you mad with a silicone cock – she had your spread on her office sofa.

With you sucking on her breasts and her pumping all three digits deep into your swollen pussy. Raven hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, and her teeth bit down on lower lip whenever you moaned around her hardened bud.

"Mommy–mmm–you taste so fucking good," a whimper hit her sensitive breasts as you slurped at the heaviness of her breasts.

The fat was spilling from between your fingers, sweet buds deep in your throat, as she bent her fingers to hit your sweet spot.

"Am I?" she asked, brushing a loose strand of your hair with another hand. "You would love to drink mommy's milk, wouldn't you?"

A quick nod shook your head as you allowed your face to get squished between her breasts. "Mhm, I wish you would get pregnant so I could suck on your tits every single day."

You soon left her breasts, only to go down, and down, tracing wet kisses across her belly, hips, till finally folding her legs to bury yourself in the sweetness of her cunt.

Nothing turned you on more than seeing her always so serious face twisted in pleasure, as you drank the hefty juices dripping down your throat. Your lips wrapped around her swollen clit, and two fingers slipped inside to feel the warm walls clench around your digits.

You loved feeling her thick thighs wrap around your head – pulling you closer, cutting off the air until you could breathe and eat nothing but the creaminess of her pussy. She tasted oh so heavenly, making your own cunt drench on the sofa and thighs clench in painful need.

"Mhm, sweets, you're doing so well," she purred, brushing your hair. "My cute little assistant."

You looked up to her with teary eyes, brows furrowed in pleasure. "Do you feel good, mommy?"

Your lips sucked on her clit, and she bent into a delicious arc. "So good, fuck, come on sweetie, make me cum."

You nodded, pumping your fingers faster, meaner. Hitting her spot with every bent, slurping on the clit till her walls finally clenched hard around your digits and sweet ambrosia gushed down your throat.

You drank everything she gave you. With crossed eyes and juices dripping down your chin, overstimulating her pussy with a maddening pumping.

Till she finally needed to rip you away and pull closer, only to close your lips in a messy, drenched kiss. With plush lips smooching yours and a heavy fragrance wrapping around your senses.

As she tugged at your hair to pull you back, only a silver thread connected your swollen lips.

"Am I a g-good assistant?" you cried, feeling her thumb brush your heated cheek.

A sly smile tugged on her lips as he tilted her head. "Of course, sweetie. A fucking employee of the month."

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Femguru fic bc I love her <3333

The gym was a terrifying place to be for you. Why? Because you went at the same time as the most beautiful angel of a woman you had ever seen. She lifted weights you wouldn’t even look at. She was tall and tan with long, dark hair. And holy shit, she made you weak in the knees. 

After your cardio, you still hadn’t spotted her. Maybe she wasn’t coming in today. You shook the thoughts out of your head and focused back on where you were. Right now, you wanted to try out some weight workouts. With your beautiful gym crush not here, you wouldn’t have to be so scared of making a fool of yourself in front of her. Unfortunately, in the middle of a squat that you only just managed to get out of, you saw her in the mirror, a smile being forced off of her lips. 

“Your form is wrong.” She commented, taking the heavy weight out of your hands. “And you’re starting too heavy. Here, I’ll help you.”

You were already red in the cheeks from overexertion, and now a blush of embarrassment crept down your neck and burned at the tips of your ears. You felt hot all over, and you definitely looked like a total idiot.

“Hey,” She smiled, placing her warm hand on your shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to impose. You looked adorable, and I just wanted to help you out.”

Cute? Holy shit, she had just called you cute. Your whole body was definitely red by now; you could feel it. For the rest of your session, you worked out together. Her hands were on your body in both the most innocent and tantalising way possible. You could totally get used to this.

Coffee, gym, walk home. That became your routine together. Coffee, gym, walk home. You loved it. She was gorgeous, funny, and the both of you seemed to just click with each other. You somehow managed to dance around your feelings, though. You were bad with flirting, especially when it came to beautiful women. You couldn’t tell if she was flirting with you or not, and it weighed heavily on your mind until one day, you couldn’t take it anymore. Due to a commitment she had during the day, you decided to grab a light dinner and then head to the gym, culminating with your walk home. She always made sure you were home safe first, a gesture you had grown far too fond of. 

“Do you wanna come inside?” You asked once you arrived at your front doorstep.

“Oh, I’m all sweaty-“

“You can use my shower.” You cut her off, a bit too eager. She just smiled and shook her head at you. 

“Alright, I’ll come in.”

And that’s how you ended up with a goddess in your shower. You were blushing profusely as you sat on your sofa. How did you get here? Why did she say yes? You heard the water switch off, and your nerves rose again. After a few moments, Suguru walked into the lounge, only wrapped in a towel, the fabric that was usually fine on you looking small on her tall frame. She looked unashamed, confident, even.

“I forgot to bring a change of clothes. Do you have anything I can wear?” She asked. You could’ve sworn she had told you she always carried extra clothes in her gym bag… maybe you were imagining. 

“Um, yeah, of course.” You jumped up from your seat and padded to your room, pulling out a pair of sweats that would be too small on her and your biggest tshirt. As you were rummaging around for a sports top or something to give her so she didn’t have to go braless (although you wouldn’t have minded), you felt her warm hand on your shoulder, turning you around. 

“You’re all red,” she chuckled, her hand cupping your cheek. 

Your eyes only widened. You hadn’t expected this. Never in a million years did you think this would be happening. 

“Oh, you’re too cute~” she cooed. “Come on, I’m not stupid. I know how you look at me.”

You gulped and you swore she heard it, along with your beating heart. “I-I-“ you stuttered. 

“It’s ok.” She smiled, placing her finger on your lips to silence you. “You’re way too oblivious to notice how I look at you.” Her smile pulled into a grin, and without hesitation, her lips found yours. You melted against her, your legs turning into jelly as her hand that wasn’t on your cheek found your waist. It then slid down to your thigh, lifting it around her hip, signalling for you to jump. There was no doubt she could hold you up. You knew how much she could bench, and Jesus, was it a lot. The towel that was once secure around her was slipping, exposing her hard muscles and soft breasts. You almost drooled right then and there. You braced yourself with one hand on her shoulder and the other tangled into her hair as her tongue slid into your mouth. This was all too much, and yet you still wanted more. 

She practically tossed you onto your bed, causing you to gasp as the air escaped your lungs. 

“Arms up,” she commanded, her voice low and firm as she struggled with the tight sports bra you wore. “Fucking activewear…” She hissed as she began working on your tights—the tights you could barely get off yourself. “You’re lucky your thighs look so damn good in these, or I’d rip them off of you.” She growled, kissing your abdomen as she struggled with the pants. 

“You… like my thighs?” you asked, breathless from being jostled around so viciously as she fought against your tights. 

“I like all of you.” She chuckled, biting your hip as the fabric was pushed down your legs, your panties going down with it. “But I understand why you train legs~” Suguru was having a hard time not just saying “fuck it” and devouring you with your tights still stuck on your thighs, but she wanted to do this right, and that meant you being comfortable. “Goddamnit, babe,” She growled, pressing soothing kisses to your hot skin as a silent apology for how she was almost clawing at your legs. “Wear shorts next time.” With a bit more effort and some more struggling, she yanked them all the way off, tossing the pants to the floor in something akin to disgust.

“Y-yeah… next… next time?!” Your eyes widened. She already wanted more? You had barely even started, and she was already planning your next time together.

Suguru just looked up at you from her spot between your thighs, a wolfish grin tugging at her lips. “Yeah,” She affirmed, kissing your hip, right over where she had bitten before. You knew by tomorrow you'd have marks in places you never even dreamed of them being. “Next time.”

Your blush only deepened. Not only did she want this, right here, right now, but she wanted more of it. More, as in she liked you and she wanted more of you on a later date. It was almost unfathomable to you. You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as she licked a stripe over your core. A jolt went through your entire body, almost like an electric shock. As your initial shock subsided, she continued, a wide grin on her lips and a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. 

“You taste sweet.” She mumbled, kissing the insides of your thighs. “Want me to keep going?”

You let out a soft whimper, your fingers tangling into her long locks. “Mhm,” You nodded. “But, um… be gentle?”

Suguru chuckled, lifting your thighs up and over her shoulders. “Of course. I promise, angel.”

You weren’t used to having attention on you like this, having a beautiful woman between your thighs, her eyes promising what was to come, promising nothing but pleasure for the rest of the night. She placed a few more gentle kisses to your thighs, sending tingles throughout your body, before she finally made contact with your apex once more. A whine ripped from your throat, your head hitting the pillow under your head, your eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure began to well in your eyes. You were unconsciously pulling on her hair as her tongue swirled around your sensitive bud, eliciting more cries of pleasure from your lips. It was almost too much for you, the way her grip on your thighs was firm and solid, her hands calloused from what could have been years of heavy lifting and hard work. Despite their roughness, the gentle caress of her thumbs moving in little circles against your sensitive skin was soothing and made your body tingle. 

Suguru was ruthless. She loved how you writhed and moaned underneath her. She loved how you didn’t know your own strength as you tugged hard on the roots of her hair. She loved how pliant and willing you were, taking all that she was giving you. Her tongue dipped into your needy hole, working you from inside out until you were screaming and crying for her, just begging for release. 

“You wanna cum?” He asked, her breath hot against your skin. “You have to ask nicely~”

“Please,” you were practically out of breath at this point, your thighs fighting against her firm grip, which kept them planted to the mattress. “Suga- I can’t-“

“It’s alright. You can let go.” She cooed, finally letting you fall over that edge since you had asked so nicely for it. You shuddered as you came undone against her mouth, feeling weightless and boneless in her hands as you tried to catch your breath. 

“You ok?” She asked as she lifted her head, her chin and mouth still glistening with your arousal. “That looked intense.” Her hands soothed over your thighs as they shook with the occasional tremor of pleasure that wracked through you.

“Yeah,” You chuckled, pulling lightly on her hair as a signal that you wanted her next to you. She obliged, of course, after wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She was disappointed that she couldn’t just savour your taste for later, but she knew you would probably appreciate it if she wasn’t dripping with your arousal. 

“You’re… really good at that.” You said, your voice still breathless. 

“You think so?” She exhaled a laugh through her nose, brushing your sweat-slicked hair off of your forehead. 

You nodded in reply, slowly rolling over so she was on her back with you astride her. “I feel like I have to repay you for that.”

She grinned up at you, her hands sliding to your hips. “You don’t have to… but I won't stop you.”

You manoeuvred—maybe a little awkwardly—so you were straddling one of her thighs, your knee pressed against her core. She pushed herself up, leaning back on one hand, the other gripping your hip in her firm grasp. She guided your movements, slowly to start, eliciting a pleased grunt from her as soft sounds of pleasure fell from your own lips. 

“Fuck…” She hissed, grabbing you tighter, her other hand coming up to your cheek. “You’re so beautiful… so damn beautiful.”

You leaned down to kiss her. Deeply. It was almost like you wanted to consume her. It was desperate and messy, and you could still taste the sex on her lips, sweet and, well, like sex. You felt dirty—and yet so incredibly turned on—as you tasted yourself on her tongue. You continued to grind down against her thigh, your own thigh pressed against her core, rolling over her with the motion of your hips, hopefully providing her the same pleasure it was bringing you. 

“You’re so good… So damn pretty…” She mumbled into your lips. “And you’re being so good for me. So good, angel. And all mine~”

She groaned, her head tipping back as she sped up your movements, her own hips moving in time with yours. Your lips immediately found her neck, wanting to leave a mark on her so that you would be able to see that this was real, so you could look at her tomorrow and know that this really happened. That you made love to the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen, that she pleasured you so thoroughly you shook and trembled in her hands. 

And that’s what you were doing right now. 

A shudder ran through your body, your arms wrapping tight around her neck as your hips stuttered and jerked. It was all too much, your body still sensitive from being eaten out. But you loved it. Whines and whimpers left your lips as you—for the second time that night—were brought to completion, riding out your high on her muscled thigh. 

Just from the sight of you, and the pressure against her heat, Suguru snapped, coming with a groan, burying her face in your neck as she drew in deep breaths. 

“Fuck… God, you’re so hot.” She chuckled, falling back against the mattress, taking you with her so you were lying on top of her firm, muscular body. “I watch you cum all day.” Her grin was lopsided, and her eyes looked rather heavy. She kissed you again, this time a lot softer than the last. While she was so incredibly sexy, you knew she could be just as sweet, and you were definitely looking forward to all of the different sides you’d be able to see of her in the future.

You hummed in agreement, snuggling up to her. She was warm and soft in all the right places. You loved it. “Maybe one day we can try that…” You joked. “But I’m tired… I had two workouts today…”

“I’ll give you an at-home workout tomorrow, hm?” Laughing, her fingers traced soft patterns against your back, sending shivers throughout your body. “I’ll make sure you’re sore for days.”

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