MY GUY PRETTY LIKE A GIRL
Synopsis ✦ It’s the most excruciating day of the year and you’re lonely, really lonely. You walk around the big city in hopes of finding something to do, like drink. You end up in the fanciest bar in the city where you meet a familiar looking man who can help take all your loneliness away.
Content ✦ MDNI, Valentine’s Day!!! smut, alcohol, mentions of smoking, slight exhibitionism, p in v, oral, teasing, fem!reader.
It was valentines. The day of love, and you were alone. Being alone in a big city was somehow much worse than being alone in a small one, you assumed it was since everyone were much closer in the smaller cities. But anyway, that didn't solve your issue since you were in a small town regardless.
Your friends were all with their boyfriends, because well, that was how you were supposed to spend valentines day—with your loved ones. Unfortunely for you you didn't have anyone, the closest thing you had to company was the people sitting next to you in this fancy bar. You'd never been here before, too expensive. Today you allowed yourself an expensive drink or two without caring about the cost.
You had just arrived, taking your seat at the bar after a very well dressed man took your winter coat to be hanged. Somehow it was still snowing, even though it was nearing spring.
The interior of the bar was beautiful to say the least, it had a classy look to it. The alcohol that was placed on the multible shelves above you, were lit up by a warm toned light that was coming from behind them. As you waited for your order to be taken you took your time letting your eyes wander all over the place. The color pallet contained three main colors: Gold, white and black. The place was much larger than it seemed from the outside, it had an airy sort of feeling that most bars hadn't. Most bars had a stuffed humid feel to them but here the air smelled like vanilla, mild tobacco and alcohol. The smell wasn't overbearing by any means, just there in the background.
The menu in your hands had two gold stripes by the sides, you found yourself running your fingers over them before you felt a figure move infront of you—Oh, the bartender. You quickly looked up with a smile only to freeze momentarily. The bartender was beautiful, he had long black hair that was tied back, his eyes were a lighter shade of brown but they looked almost...nevermind. The black gauges in his ears didn't take the attention away from his face at all surprisingly, they suited him well. The first thing you noticed was that he was tall, really tall, the counter was high but he still made it look normal from where he was standing. He was wearing a white button up but the collar was high, a bit priest like if you were being honest.
You came back to reality when he chucked softly, darkly.
"Oh, sorry long day, must have zoned out." You said quickly, traying to salvage what was left of your dignity after you openly oogled this random guy. He nodded and leaned forward against the counter with his palms. "What can I get you today?"
"Hm..." You looked down at the menu again, why were all the drink names in french?! You thought as you tried to search for one you maybe recognized. "Uh, what would you recommend?"
"Well, what do you like?"
You shifted slightly on the velvet bar chair, trying to think of something. "I like sex on the beach," you said, before you quickly added, "the drink!" Your face flushed as he laughed again.
"Yeah, I figured." Gesturing slightly to the bar, because why would you otherwise say you liked sex on the beach, you obviously meant the drink. This is why you're single, you have this nervous way about you whenever you speak to someone you find the least bit attractive. You took a deep breath, the nerves will calm after you've had your drink you told yourself.
"If you like sex on the beach, the drink." He added after with a small smirk. "I could make something similar, though i'm going to change the orange to lemon if that's okay with you, we don't have orange here."
You nodded, sex on the beach wasn't the most fancy drink so you were surprised he could make it for you. Sometimes at fancy places like this they only served the drinks on the menu, not what people requested.
You watched him as he made the drink, he moved smoothly through the bar, grabbing all the ingredients. "Do you come here often?" He asked without looking up at you. You chuckled at the cliché question, "No, my first time actually."
"Really?" He asked, looking back up at you, his eyes flicking over you briefly.
"Yeah, why? Do I look like I come to places like these?" You asked curiously, you supposed that you looked a bit like you'd fit in. You were still wearing your office clothes, a black pencil skirt, a blazer and some jewlery. You worked as a journalist at a well known magazine, so it was expected of you to wear finer things. Since your salary was okay you could afford it, but you didn't frequent places like this anyway.
"Hm, lots of different people come in here, there's no telling who belongs here or not really." He said casually, now staring to measure the different flavors.
"Well it is a very nice place so I can't imagine that the people here are so different really." You said, looking around in the bar. People were on dates, professional gatherings and like you--just having a drink. Everyone was dressed a certain way though, suits, dresses, blazers. You looked back at him, waiting to see if he could see the bar from your perspective, he could maybe see who had the money to go here everyday and who didn't, you certainly couldn't.
"If you've worked here as long as I have you start to see who's here to treat themselves or who's just here for a drink."'
"And what am I here for?" You asked softly, leaning forward slightly, you were already relaxing. There was something about him that made you feel comfortable instantly, even after just speaking a few sentences to each other.
He smiled as he placed your now ready drink on the counter, "I think you're here for a good time."
The night continued in pleasant talk with the bartender, the night was calm, probably since it was valentines day so he was mostly by you. It had been maybe an hour or two when the talking faded slightly.
"So why are you working on valentines? Did you lose a staff bet and were now put on duty on the most romantic day of the year?" You asked, leaning your elbows on the counter slightly.
"I was the only one who didn't have plans." He said calmly, soft almost mischievous eyes lingering on you like he was waiting for a reaction.
Oh. "Really?" You said, obviously surprised. You cleared your throat, "I mean, really?" You repeated, now more calm. His smile widened into a grin as he softly shrugged. "I just meant, most people are busy today." You added, still trying to make up for your earlier surprise.
"Well," You echoed, "You're working, I would classify that as busy."
"My shift ends in ten." Your eyes flicker to your clock, shit, it was almost eleven. "I'm Suguru," He said, stretching out his hand over the counter. You gently shook it and told him your name in return, a pleasant buzz hummed in your body as the tension that had been building up over the night doubled.
He looked over at the other bartender that had just arrived, "I'm clocking out early." He said, the other bartender just nodded. Which surprised you, they were both bartenders so why did the other just automatically accept that Suguru was clocking out early? Maybe he owed him a favour you thought as you watched Suguru step out from behind the counter, now by you side nut holding a respectful distance.
"So," He repeated your name, "my apartment is actually in this building, would you want to talk more there?" He asked in that gentle but rough voice of his. You nodded in response, "Yeah, I'd like that."
Correction, you'd love that.
"I'll just grab my things," You said, standing up from the comfortable seat to go retrieve your coat, you bag hanged loosely on you shoulders as you walked a bit to fast to get your coat.
When you returned, Suguru stood leaned against the counter. He straightened up as you came. "I didn't know people could live in this building." You said as he gestured for you to walk out.
"At first people couldn't but the owner of the complex changed that." He explained as you both walked out in the cold, there was a second entrance you realised. This one had a reception and was decorated just as nicely as the bar, how could you not have seen this before?
"It is. When i first moved in i couldn't believe how much potential this place had."
You both took a golden elevator up to the top floor, which was a penthouse. Your eyes widened as you took the place in, he owned this? His penthouse had a more industrial vibe to it, probably kept some details from when it was first built. You stood still by the entrance before Suguru spoke again. "You can hang your coat here, do you want anything to drink?"
"Wine?" He said, walking into the kitchen. The kitchen. It had glass panels, white stone, metallic accents all over. It was like from those well known apartment complexes that were always in movies in 2014.
You nodded as you shrugged off your coat, placing it on the nearby hanger. You took of you shoes too, padding to him silently. It felt so odd wearing just stocking while walking without shoes. He handed you a wine glass, you were both leaning against the kitchen counter.
"So why are you alone today?" He asked casually, in a way that didn't feel invasive.
"Well, when you work as much as me you start to lose that uhm...what's it called? Free time?" You joked, laughing.
He laughed too, "Yeah, tell me about it."
"Why are you alone? You must meet a lot of people through work though."
He shrugged, looking at the wall briefly before looking back at you. "Not really, I mean when I'm at work I focus on that, not if the person I'm serving could be the right one for me."
"Hm, so you asked me here because?"
"Today I focused on that."
You chuckled, "Smooth." You smiled, looking up at him. "Yeah?" He hummed as he leaned on his side, facing you fully now. Suddenly the tension came back fully, the warmth of it invading all your senses. His eyes flicked down to you lips and you could feel your breath hitch. He smirked slightly at that as he leaned in, his free hand gently grabbed the side of you face, his other put his and your wine glass down on the kitchen counter before he closed the space between you fully.
His lips met your in a soft but firm kiss. The hand that wasn't on your face was on the counter, by your hips. His lips slotted perfectly against yours, soft, warm and wanting. The pressure came in pulses, soft-hard-soft-hard. Your hands traveled up to his jaw and arm, one of them held his bicep. He crowded you against the counter, his head tilting down and to the side to change the angle. The times when you separated for air were brief, only a second to inhale before you both dove back in. The kisses turned heated fast, your tongue invading his mouth and his hand gently tugging on you hair to make you tilt your head up further.
He started kissing down your jaw and neck as his leg slotted between yours. His firm thigh just below where you wanted him, your tight pencil skirt making it impossible for him to move his leg up. In the haze of him kissing your neck your hands left him to lift the hem of your skirt. Your pencil skirt now bunched up at your upper thighs, his mouth left your neck as he shifted slightly to watch you.
"Fuck," He groaned quietly as he saw your thigh highs, and the garters that held them up. One of his hands ran up your thighs, despite his size he was very gentle. He leaned in to kiss down to your collarbones while his thigh fully pressed up against your covered core now. You whimpered slightly at the contact and heard him huff a breath out, "beautiful." You couldn't help but slowly grind against his thigh, your hands holding his shoulders now. His hand that was on your thigh moved up to your hip, guiding your movements with precision, it was like he already knew your body.
One of your hands moved back to his hair, tugging at the hairtie a bit clumsily. He leaned back a little to look at your face, he hummed in a questioning tone, unsure if you were trying to tug at his hair to pull him back or something else. "I like the long hair," You said, a bit short of breath. He grinned at the statement, and nodded slightly. "Go on then." You tugged harder, the tie finally sliding off his hair. His hair fell around his face in a curtain of black silky hair. I smiled slightly, "You're somehow pretty and handsome at the same time." You said softly as you brushed a piece of hair behind his ear before leaning up to kiss him, not giving him a chance to answer. He groaned into the kiss, both his hands now at your hips, lifting you.
He sat you down at the counter, he picked you up like you weighted nothing, that sent a shot of heat through you. You spread your legs instinctivly for him to stand between. His hands started unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouse, revealing the top of your lacy black bra. His mouth was instantly on your chest, you leaned your head back, all you could feel was heat. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. Suddenly his lips were no longer on you, you opened your eyes to look, he was on his sinking down on his knees. "This okay?" You nodded quickly, he smirked at your eager response. "You look so pretty like this," he said and the hands on your knees spread you further open. He kissed his way up your thighs slowly, he was teasing you. "Suguru, c'mon." You said, your words coming out more like a whine. You leaned back on your elbows to look down at him, he was smirking. "Patience, baby."
You rolled your eyes as his gaze caught yours, your hands traveled from the edge of the counter to his hair, holding it back from his face as you guided him back down, a bit roughly. Both his hands held the back of your thighs, he moved you further to the edge of the counter as he moved his nose up your covered slit. Your legs tensed slightly and in response Sugurus thumbs moved soothingly over them. His breath was warm against you as he licked a stripe over your underwear, his fingers reached the edges of your underwear, pulling them down smoothly despite your position. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with desire, while keeping eye contact he licked up from you entrance to your clit. You moaned at the contact when he circled your clit with his tongue.
You leaned back almost fully against the cold counter, still halfly leaned back on your elbows. Your head tilted to the side, your eyes closed. When you opened them you were met by the image of yourself, you were mirrored in the glass window. You could see Suguru from the side, between your legs. The image was filthy, but so hot. Just the idea that anyone could technically see you from another high building made something flare inside you, something unknown.
Suguru sucked on your clit, his tongue moving up and down on it as his fingers teased your entrance. He hums against you, the vibration sending a shiver through your entire body, you temprature was increasing fast. His other hand held your hip firmly as his tongue continued to find every sensitive spot on you. His finger slides inside you slowly, working in and out in smooth motions before he deemed that you were ready for a second one. He curls them both upwards, stretching you out slowly. It wasn't long until you came, your legs twitching and tensing as your mouth gaped open at the pleasure.
You laid down fully against the counter, he slowly rose from his position on the floor. You opened your eyes slightly as you felt his wet fingers touch your lips while his other hand held your head up, you opened your mouth, letting his fingers enter you once again. Your tongue swirls around them, tasting yourself. "Good girl," He says and leans down, kissing your forehead. Both his hands holds your waist as you sit up, "Are you okay?" He says gently in a tone that makes you want to melt. "Yeah," you nodded.
You looked up at him as you shifted slightly on the counter, “So, where’s your bedroom?” You said, a slightly mischievous smile on your face. Suguru stilled for a moment, a hint of surprise in his eyes before he chuckled softly. “I’ll show you.” He said, moving to take a step back but you moved your legs around his hips squeezing slightly, he grinned, the hands on your waist moving to grip the back of your thighs. He lifted you up, your bare pussy against the front of his slacks. Your arms were around his neck, you didn’t even get to the bedroom before you started kissing. The kissing wasn’t soft anymore, it was rough—devouring. Suguru led you to his bedroom, laying you down slowly and carefully on his bed, you were so focused on him you didn’t even notice how his room looked, you didn’t care.
His dark sheets were a pleasant cold under you, cooling down your warm skin. You started unbuttoning your blouse, quickly. Sugurus eyes flickered down to your chest that was slowly getting revealed before he focused on your skirt. His hands traveled over your hips swiftly, trying to find the zipper, when he found it he quickly unzipped your skirt and pulled it down your legs, putting it down on the floor. His hands moved from your hips to your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh. “Can we keep these on?” He asked, his fingers tracing the top lace of your thigh highs. You nodded, “of course” as you tried to take your blouse off, its wasn’t easy getting a blouse off while laying down. Suguru quickly came to your rescue and helped with getting it off, his hands skimming over your skin as he did it.
Now you laid almost bare on his sheets, you felt a little self conscious, it had been a while since anyone had seen you like this. “You know it feels a little unfair that I’m basically naked and you’re fully dressed.” You said with a teasing undertone as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Yeah, a bit unfair maybe.” He said and stood up from the bed, for a second you were a bit confused about what he was doing. Well, until you saw that he was going to undress right in front of you, not letting you help as he had done. He stood beside the bed, slowly unbuttoning his black dress shirt. He had a smirk on his face as he did, he knew you were watching his every move. Slowly his shirt opened, and your eyes widened almost comically. He was ripped, not in an overly muscular way but just the right way. He was toned but still you could see the outlines of his every muscle. You looked down at abdomen, waiting for his hands to move to his pants. “You like to watch, huh?” He said as he moved one of his hands down his chest to his belt, it was as if he was putting on a show for you and teasing himself at the same time.
Your face flushed at his words, at the accuracy of them but kept a steady tone. “Maybe.” His long fingers unbuckled his belt with grace, before moving to the zipper. He slowly stepped out of them, now only in his boxers, he was wearing black Calvin Kleins and his thighs were also a piece of art like the rest of him. He walked over to you, moving into the bed and over you. The heat of him against you was amazing, his hair ticked your shoulders slightly but you didn’t care. His mouth went to your neck instantly, kissing, sucking slightly but not enough to leave a mark. One of his legs spread your legs open more while he continued to kiss down your collarbones. He kissed down the top of your breasts, the plump skin that was coming out from the cup of your bra. One of his hands, the one that wasn’t holding him over you came to pull down the lace from your breast, bearing it fully. He kissed and nipped around your nipple before finally sucking it into his mouth. His free hand cupped your other breast that was still covered with his hand, first gently then harder when he realised you liked it. He twisted your nipple between his fingers and your hips shifted, grinding onto nothing.
“Suguru, I want you inside.” You whispered against the top of his head. He stopped his motions briefly, his hands moving to unclasp your bra. Your hands came to find the hem of his boxers. “Greedy, won’t even let me take care of you first.” He said teasingly against your skin as if eating you out wasn’t enough for you or him. He sat up slightly, helping you with his boxers. When they came off you realised why he wanted to prep you so much, he was huge. His hips twitched at the sudden cool air, his dick was standing tall against his stomach, his length was a pale shade but his tip was this pretty dark pink color. You spread your legs open instinctively, “Wow…You’re uh…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, your eyes stuck on him.
He smirked and hovered back over you, he leaned his face down so his lips were almost against yours. You could feel his warm breath hitch slightly against your lips before he spoke. “C’mon tell me what I am.”
His hair that fell around you two, crowding you in slightly made it all feel a bit intimate. “Big.” You said against his lips before kissing him, wrapping your arms around his large back. You could feel him shift, his hips lining up more with yours, one of his hands went down to align himself with you. You twitched in his grip as his tip brushed against your entrance. “You okay?” He said as he broke the kiss briefly. “Yeah, yeah you can keep going.”
He nodded, he moved so his tip gathered your slick, moving it up your folds to graze your clit before slowly pushing inside. You squeezed your eyes shut at the stretch, warmth filling your entire body and an almost nervous tingle filling your stomach. He pushed inside slowly, making it easy for you to take him. When he finally bottomed out you wrapped your legs around his waist. “You feel so good.” He groaned out as he slowly started to move, his length moving in and out with slick sounds. You loved when you could feel his hips pressed fully against you, you pressed back against him slightly, a signal for him go a bit harder. He understood immediately. Soon enough the room was filled with slick sounds of your skin meeting, moans and groans. He kissed your neck as his free hand groped your breast, pinching your nipple. You held onto his back, biting into his shoulder when you wanted to moan. Your nails were digging into his skin, you could feel it, but it only made him go faster and his groans louder.
“I-I’m gonna—” He said, his voice cracking as his hips lost their rhythm slightly, but his tip was still hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You nodded, not being able to speak. Your body tensed up, your walls clenching around him as you felt the familiar buzzing feeling return. He continued, you could tell he was right at the edge but kept going so you could get there. Your body finally locked up and you came with a moan, wrapping around him tighter. He groaned, which turned into a whimper when he came. His warm seed filling you, he kept shallowly moving his hips, working you both through it.
When you both had come off the high he rolled off you, still breathing heavily. “I’ll be right back, just gonna get some towels.” He said, his voice rough, he gently squeezed your arm before walking to the bathroom. He returned with warm wet towels, he cleaned you up slowly, it felt so caring. When he was done he sat up by your side, “Do you want water?” He asked softly, you shook your head and tugged at his arm. He smiled slightly, laying back down by your side. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his side.
You looked at his bedside table briefly, seeing what looked like a business card laying there, which he had signed. Suguru Geto. He had never told you his last name but why did you recognise it? You thought as you looked at him, his eyes were closed and he was almost falling asleep. Geto? You repeated in your mind again, wait, wasn’t the bar you just had been at was named “Geto”
