" so, you're tellin' me you took a liking to one of your clients and took him back to yours for a little extra ‘product’ ?! "
𒄬࣪݁ ˖ geto suguru x dealer!reader
contents. smut with some plot, no sex just eating out (hottest thing a man can do), petname (doll), mention of drugs, use of drugs, not proofread, eng isn’t my first language, bit of fluff here and there ✧ w.count 1.1k
a/n sorry this was a late post, i've been holding it for sooo long because writing smut is not easy for me. anyways, this was the most requested on my poll, requests are still open in my inbox !
also in the story i was supposed to mention that c.meth increases your sex drive buuuttt i forgot so..
+ i appreciate any reblogs and likes 💛
THE TRADE-OFF | 2:09PM
ᡴ੭ your apartment was only could only be so 'big', cramping you up, object between object along your boxes of carts. it was a mess, clothes everywhere and probably even some specs of white powder from previous clients. i mean who could blame you? you were only trying to juggle between a job and studies; to which you barely cared for anyway.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀your parents would be disappointed, sighing at the sight of your marks in contrast to the others in your batch. they wouldn't say anything specific — no — they would just ask how were doing, if something was distracting you; and something was. when you got into the business, it was only out of necessity, money was running low; now you do it out of habit, running back to the drugs you produced to test and sell.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀test and sell. that's all you had to do. no need to interact with your buyers, no need to give them more than what they ask for, - who is that benefitting? - and definitely no need to be staring at them longer than demanded. you hadn't meant to do it on purpose; gripping the pack while you stared at that loose string of hair in front of his face. where had this man been hiding?
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"uh, sorry was that not enough?" he awkwardly pointed accordingly to the couple tens in your hand, still tugging at the plastic bag of crystal. "miss?" he leaned closer, trying to snap you out of whatever trance you were clearly trapped in. it took you a couple blinks, but you were out — finally — and gave him the drugs in exchange for sixty (even though it costs well over a hundred, especially since it was c.meth).
⠀⠀⠀⠀he waved goodbye, saving you from that god awful embarrassing encounter. you often forgot what was considered a good time to speak, this post-shame event certainly not being one of them. "I've got more back at my place," your finger leads behind you, unreliably locating your dorm, "its on the house."
⠀⠀⠀⠀"can't deny a smoke with a pretty lady," he turned back and smiled slightly, trailing behind as you walked (desperately trying to brush of the fact that he just complimented you). the whole time you two followed the rough concrete pathway towards your dorm, it was silent. "ah, you aren't trying to kill me are you?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀you shook your hands, as well as your head, denying his (obviously sarcastic) joke, "n-no! i would never.. uhm." in response, he only chuckled, looking at the way that comment strung you nervous. nearing your dorm, you had realised how messy you left it; you were sure that if the guy stepped inside, he would only be met with cups and dishes in every corner of the room, — and what's worse — was how hot the guy was. in an attempt to distract him, you overloaded the poor guy with questions.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"what's your name?"
"suguru."
"uh huh, first or last?"
"first."
"what's your last?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀"geto- what exactly are you trying to do?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀finally getting a hold of the glass structure, designed for the crystal, underneath a pile of untouched textbooks, you threw one in his hand and continued searching for the other. "aha!" your hand shot up, clutching the twin bowl pipe, unaware of how much of a loser you looked (especially with the checkered pattern lied across your unbuttoned shirt; acting as a jacket)
PAYMENT | 6:27PM
how long had you two been wasting away on your thrifted couch? how long was this going to last? you examined his every move: following those sleepy eyes when he made even the smallest remark about your looks. he laughed, smoke dragging out his mouth. fuck, he was hot. at this point, you didn't know if it was the drugs talking or if was just, you. "sooo, how are you going to repay me?"
⠀⠀⠀⠀what was that? a fucking joke (not a good one definitely)? "thought it was on the house, doll," he took another hit — this time from your own pipe — as you palmed your forehead, "why? you looking for something else?" he blew the smoke onto the crevice between your head and shoulder. it was definitely the drugs talking. his tongue reached your neck, sending a cold shiver down your body while he lapped and sucked.
⠀⠀⠀⠀his body shifted on closer, the smell of his musk, vanilla cologne emitting from his hair. imagine how devastated your parents would be if they found out your time to time 'hobby' led to this? he was gentle with you, caressing your jaw while you felt his own creeping down your body. his unoccupied hand took out the tie in his hair, letting down the manbun that drove you crazy in the first place.
⠀⠀⠀⠀this wasn't like those wild-going porn scenes you would see online, no this was far, far more intimate (at least in your eyes). What was it about the way he touched you? Was it how confident he was; expertly navigating his way down your body? He had you clawing at his scalp, mouth crossing against your warm skin as he unbuttoned those nerdy, skinny jeans of yours.
⠀⠀⠀⠀he knelt on the carpeted floor, flashing you a comforting smile and staring up and down between your face and soaked panties, before pulling your sense of cover down. at some point when you closed your eyes or when he smiled, his lips started placing small kisses around your cunt; making you fully unravel, contorting your face at the feeling. it didn't help when he drew in your clit and soon, started dipping inside you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"mhh.. want you suguru"
⠀⠀⠀⠀"no doll, this is only for you. not me" he mumbled, sending vibrations to your bundle of nerves. you tried to close your thighs at the sudden sensitivity, but his hands kept them open; the tip of his fingers digging into the fat of your cutis. geto wasn't the type of man to study bills and divide it with you to the dollar, you could tell he would look after you; spoiling you rotten and finishing it off with something like this.
⠀⠀⠀⠀he was driven inside, his tongue pushing against the rigid but gummy walls of your pussy until he finally found your sweet spot. the way you arched towards him was a pointer, or maybe it was when he felt how you clenched around him. he curled his tongue, shoving it deeper each time he writhed inside you.
⠀⠀⠀⠀oh my god. "f-fuck geto!" you had made an effort to push his forehead back and (fortunately) failed. his lips were glued to you, sweat from his cheeks accumulating and sticking to your legs. uncontrolled moans were escaping your throat as he pressed firmly against your g-spot and executing that last straw. you had been far gone from him; shaking as you released on his palate.
⠀⠀⠀⠀"you alright?" for some reason, there weren't any lewd thoughts in your mind. it was ust him and the way he made you feel so good. you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the drugs, and that you has been absolutely infatuated with your client, suguru geto.
▪︎ Stuart is an fbi agent & his oc girlfriend Caroline is an nypd sergeant
▪︎ smut, fluff & a hint of angst
▪︎ let me know what you think. also; to the one who wanted it the most, sorry it took so long for me to post. life happens.
Another body means another case. But this one's different. I may just be a NYPD Sargeant but i know this case belongs to the FBI, and boy do i know someone...
I type in the memorized number and press call. I bring the phone up to my ear as it rings once, then twice before he answers. "hey Caroline, what's up?" "got a case for fbi. it's serious." i'm sure he can hear the tension in my voice as i talk. "okay, i'll tell my boss." "my team is available to use if needed." "thanks." we talk about the dead boby thats currently in front of me for a bit then get ready to go 26 Fed.
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We team up and work things out on this guy: who he is, who his friends are, where he works, where he lives, etc., and end up arresting a few of his buddies — who made us run — and scared them into giving us a location on where he is which leads us to where we are now: on an undercover stint.
Me and Scola are in plain clothes but the difference; scola has his gun hidden on his back and i have it on my hip with my badge. He's waiting on the guy to show — they never do — and catch them in the act in order to be able to arrest him.
A late revelation reveals that he was a no-show because he got a call from someone that this was set up — idiots — so we head back to 26 fed and regroup.
Now that they know we're cops, there's no need to hide in plain clothes.
After a few triangulations, we find out where he's planning to set the bomb so we strap up and get ready.
He's in FBI gear and i'm in NYPD gear, which is khaki pants, a back shirt over a bullet proof vest and an nypd jacket, brandishing my badge and holstered gun on my side.
We get to the location and with our weapons ready and a warrant in-hand, we go in full force and everything happens fast; we catch a few people but the main person made a run for it making us run, again, so Scola went after him and after handing off a perp, i follow behind him.
We run behind him, following him across the street, into an alley and through an abandoned building then out the back. The perp somehow pulls out a knife and with Scola being the closest, grips it with his life and leaps towards him. "Scola, watch out!!" i scream as he ducks his head to keep from colliding with the guys knife.
They fight for a few minutes back and forth, Scola trying his damnedest to pry the knife from his hand all while trying to not get cut in the process. The guy has Scola pressed against a car with knife in his right hand trying to push it towards Scola's face. "Drop the knife! This is my last warning, and I won't ask you again, so drop the knife. Now!"
He doesn't listen and so with permission, i move my weapon to his shoulder and fire, the bullet hitting his shoulder dead on, knocking him to the ground as his knife slides away from him. Scola grabs his cuffs and grabs the guy and pulls him up handcuffing him then handing him off. "good work, sergeant hart." he sets a hand on on my shoulder as i holster my gun. "thanks. you too. close call, but good work." he shyly smiles and walks over to the sidewalk to give a call to his boss on the case.
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After tying up somethings and filling out paperwork, one by one fbi agents leave the office, leaving just me, scola, maggie, oa and tiffany. They talk about a few things between the four of them as i call my boss and tell him the good news. "yessir. we got him." "well done. i want the paperwork on my desk by monday morning." "yessir, you got it."
I smile as i see Stuart walk up to me. "perfect. have a good night." "you too." i hang up and turn my attention to Stuart. "hey babe. you good?" he nods his head. "yeah, i'm good. you?" "yeah im good. just let my boss know that we got the guy. he wants the paperwork by monday." he smiles as he grabs my hand and links them together. "let's go home."
We get in the vehicle — obvi with Stuart in the driver seat — and make our way home. But i decide to give him a little show; i slowly inch my hand up his thigh and settle it on his clothed member. I look up and see him swallow his saliva and grip the steering wheel a little harder.
I undo his button and slowly pull his zipper down. "caroline, babe, w-what are you d-doing?" "just relax. this is for you. for a job well done. for dealing with the whole knife situation in a good way. but for also not getting hurt. so keep your eyes on the road handsome." he chuckles and lets me continue.
I pull out his dick from its confines and rub my thumb across the tip as precum leaks from it. I lick the top of his dick as i drop my head to fit as much as i can in my mouth and start sucking, bobbing my head up and down.
my goal is to make him cum before we get home — we're 10 minutes away — so i suck and bob making sure to pay special attention to his balls and do everything i know to make him succumb to me.
"p-please, don't stop. feels, so so good." i smile as i suck like my life depends on it.
I speed up as i realize that we're approaching our road so i go harder and just as we're pulling in our drive, he spills in my mouth. I pull back and let go with a pop as i wipe my mouth clean with the back of hand. "shit. i didn't know you could do that." i laugh as i get out the car and head inside. "yeah, that's what happens when you turn me on." "wait, i turned you on? how?" i walk up to him and grab his tie and pull him to me. "how you handled the struggle with the knife. you didn't let him overcome you."
He smashes our lips together and turns us around to push me up against the door. We make out for a bit until he picks me up and takes us to the bedroom, shedding clothes behind us as we go.
Hands roam each others bodies and kisses are planted as we try to get close to each other as possible. Stuart grabs my hands and puts them atop the pillow and holds them down in place with his free hand.
After lining himself up with my entrance he thrusts inside me as curse words spill from our lips.
Hurried breaths and grunts can be beard throughout the room as our sex drive goes through the roof.
"fuck." he laughs as he kisses behind my ear then says, "thats it. let it all out. i wanna hear you. don't hold back. c'mon." i let out all my emotions as my orgasm gets closer.
A little bit later and he's spilling inside me, twitching and throbbing to calm down. Stuart had a vein that goes from the base of his dick to the tip and it tends to be prominent when we fuck. So normally he tends to take longer to relax and calm down after he nuts.
I cuddle up to him and drap my arm across his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my elbow. I fold my arm and draw circles on his chest as it rises and falls.
We fall asleep cuddled together and just let things be as neither wakes till the next day arrives and the sun peaks out, shining out through the sky.
Hinata walking in on Tsukishima showering in the locker room (maybe make it shippy? Cause I'm trash<3) your blog is amazing btw
Thank you!! Sorry I’m really slow on these
‘I’m going on ahead, Tsukki! Mother is expecting me home soon.’ Yamaguchi peaked at Tsukishima and swung his backpack on. Tsukishima waved to Yama and taken off his shirt. ‘Hope the showers are empty.’ He thought and brought his towel and soap with him as he walked to the shower rooms.
He hates sweating and getting exausted. He normally takes a shower at home but if he does that, the sweat goes to his clothes and makes his clothes stink so that’s that. He’s been bringing his soap and sponge to practice so he can shower there in the locker rooms. Though he is not the only one that showers though but he is the last.
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‘I’ll see you later, Kageyama!’ Hinata waved him off goodbye. Hinata was still getting ready to leave but he overheard the shower running. ‘Who is still here?’ He walked to the shower room door entrance and peaked through the door. He saw Tsukishima washing his hair, his back facing him, seeing Tsukki’s ass. He gasped and looked away. He blushed slightly– actually a lot.
He admits that he is, in fact, in love with Tsukishima. Though he acts like he resents him, it’s the opposite. ‘WHAT SHOULD I DO, WHAT SHOULD I DO?!?!’ Hinata shook his head and let out a huff of air. Then he thought of an idea. He brought his towel and a sponge and his soap. But he thought of an idea. He smiled and started to undress. He had to hurry before Tsukishima was done. He wrapped his towel around his hips and waltzed into the shower room.
‘Oh, sorry Tsukishima! Didn’t know you were still even here!’ Lies. He taken off his towel, blushing so hard. He chose the shower next to him and turned on his shower.
‘Whatever.’ Hinata looked up at him but then looked away. He wet his hair and body then he queued his lines.
‘Ah, I forgot my soap at home! Tsukishima, would mind lending me yours?’ He gave him the puppy eyes. Tsukishima looked at him and sighed. He passed him his soap but it slipped and dropped. Both of them both dropped down to grab the soap but they both ended up bumping each other’s heads.
‘Sorry, Tsukishima!’
‘Don’t bother apologizing, it’s okay.’ Hinata took the soap and stood back up, ears feeling hot. This has not been going out the way Hinata planned.
Tsukushima noticed that Hinata was just staring off and not making any movements. He also noticed that his water went cold.
‘Hinata.’ No response.
‘Hinata.’ He shook his shoulder, and that got his attention. Hinata looked at Tsukishima and blushed slightly. ‘Tsukishima looks good without his glasses.’ Hinata thought. He blushed and shivered. His water is ice cold now.
‘Get out before you catch a cold!’ Tsukki told him and turned off his shower. Hinata gave him back his soap and turned off his own shower and grabbed his towel.
‘Just spaced ou-’ Hinata slipped and fell, head first and hard.
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‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ Hinata looked down and nodded, avoiding eyes. He feels so stupid for falling in front of his crush. Tsukishima helping him with the bump and the mild bleeding by cleaning it up and disinfecting it. Plus, he is still in his towel; as well as Tsukki.
‘I’m going to bandage that up then we’ll be going.’ Hinata nodded, still looking down. He felt the bandage get put on his forehead and felt the cold breathe of Tsukishima. He looked up slightly and looked at Tsukishima’s lips. ‘They look so soft’ Hinata’s eyes travelled up and met Tsukki’s. It was quiet and they’re faces were close. None of them moved a muscle, only looking at each other. Their breathing mingling together and their eyes never getting off each other.
‘Hinata.’ Tsukishima whispered, barely audible. His body moved itself and started to lean in closer to Hinata. Hinata’s heart was pounding and he closed his eyes, thinking this was a dream. Finally their lips touched. So light and subtle. So pure and it’s as if it was a fairytale. They went apart and looked at each other. Hinata was the first to look away and blush like mad.
‘I’m sorry!’
‘No, it was me.’
‘But I kisses back!’
‘Stupid, I’m the one who kissed first.’
‘But I enjoyed it!’
‘You did?’ Hinata looked at him again and nodded shamefully. Tsukki blushed on the ears.
‘I did too.’ He confessed. Hinata’s eyes lit up and smiled.
‘Does that mean we can be together?’ Tsukishima tch’ed and got up.
‘Get dressed. I’ll walk you home.’ Hinata got up and got dressed quickly and waited for Tsukki, who is taking his time and putting on some cologne.
‘Ready?!’ Hinata jumped happily. Tsukishima walked out the door along with Hinata and they both walked quietly, Hinata smiling the whole time.
‘So?’ Tsukishima looked down at Hinata and smirked. He linked their hands together and leaned down to kiss him again.
‘Together.’ Was all he said to make Hinata’s heart jump out of his chest.
