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“Fuck– ngh , yeah baby. Just like that.”
Suguru’s hands grip your waist hard as you grab onto his shoulders. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You’re both on the couch, naked with you straddling him after a heavy makeout session. This is usually what your time “chilling” with Suguru led to – his body either hovering over or laying under yours as his hips drive into you until you can’t see straight.
You watch Suguru’s eyes roll back, his lips parting with a soft sigh when your ass meets his lap, you fully enveloping him.
“Oh… shit . Give me a minute, babe,” he sighs, sucking in a sharp breath as he tries to steady himself. But you don’t want to give him a minute. You’d missed him and you wanted nothing more than to lose yourself in him before he was gone again.
You lift yourself up slightly, pulling a quiet hiss from Suguru as his grip on your waist tightens.
“Wait, baby–”
You pushed your hips down hard, both of you moaning loudly as you revel in the feeling of Suguru’s dick filling you again and again. His hands move from your waist to slide down to hold your ass.
“I don’t wanna wait, Sugu. I need you so bad right now,” you whimper above him.
He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. You feel his hands press up against your ass, lifting you before slamming you back down onto his cock, the loud smack of skin meeting skin filling the room. You move to pull away from the kiss to cry out, but Suguru’s lips chase yours, refusing to break away. He nips at your lip, then slides his tongue smoothly into your mouth when he finally lets you catch your breath.
His hands are still controlling your movements as he claims your mouth, a deep guttural groan leaving him when you dig your nails into the skin of his shoulders to steady yourself. You want to hold him, kiss him, tell him how much you love being with him, but you don’t — you can’t. Instead, you focus on rolling your hips forward to take him deeper.
Suguru leans back, bouncing you up and down over his lap as he watches you.
“I missed this pussy so much,” he grunts, eyes locked on where your bodies connect. “Whole time I was gone, I kept thinking about coming back to this – to you.”
Your heart swelled against your better judgment. You feel your body pulse, tightening Suguru and he moans. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as he arches his back and thrusts up into you. He mutters a curse under his breath, speeding up his movements.
“I was thinking about you too, Suguru,” you confess.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He moans at your confirmation, driving his hips into you harder. You tighten your grip on his shoulders as you ride his cock faster and faster. His hands move back to your waist, and you watch as the muscles of his forearms strain as he lifts you up just to slam you right back down on his cock. You whimper every time you feel your ass slap against his thighs.
“Sit back, baby. I wanna watch you cum on my dick,” he says and you do as he asks. You lean back, holding on to his shoulders as you feel the coil in your abdomen begin to tighten.
You take in the view below you – Suguru with his hair loose and plastered to his forehead with sweat, cheeks flushed and completely lost in you.
He arches his back beneath you, pushing his hips up to grind against you as he slides his hands back to your bottoms and digs his fingers into the meat of your ass.
He’s fucking you hard, his breaths coming rapidly as he begins to babble, completely lost in the moment.
“You’re mine” he grunts. “You’re mine. This pussy is mine.”
You whimper quietly, trying to control the way your heart is damn near about to beat out of your chest at Suguru’s words.
“Say it,” he demands, leaning forward to kiss your throat.
You shake your head, knowing you’re in for a world of hurt if you listen to him.
“Please, baby,” he begs. “I need to hear it. Please. Tell me you’re mine. Say it .”
You moan above him, the coil in your abdomen threatening to snap as Suguru pumps into you and pleads for you to tell him you’re his. And you want to tell him you’re his, because you are. You know it and sometimes you think Suguru knows it, but you can’t tell him that. You know you can’t.
In an effort to stop Suguru’s begging, you push him back and slam your lips to his, grinding down hard on his cock. Suguru moans loudly into your mouth and the sound is so fucking sexy, you have no time to prepare yourself for the intense orgasm that crashes over you. Your pussy squeezing down on Suguru brings him to his own release and he’s muttering strained proclamations to you about how much he needs you, how you’re his, and you try your best to ignore him, though the fluttering in your stomach won’t stop.
“Fuck—“ Suguru groans, brows knitted together as he slows his motions. You’re resting your face against his shoulder, breathing hard against him as he keeps thrusting slowly into you. “Shit, you’re amazing.” He turns his head to place a kiss to your temple, still thrusting into you as you hum in acknowledgment.
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You’re lying in bed with Suguru, your limbs intertwined as you hold each other. You’re deep in thought because despite your best efforts, your mind is reeling from Suguru’s earlier words. You couldn’t tell if he was just caught up in the moment, rambling about you being his and only his or if he truly meant it. You could never tell with him after all this time.
You and Suguru had been casually sleeping together for the better part of a year. A mutual friend had introduced you two at the skatepark where you were completing a photography shoot. You were instantly stricken by Suguru and his intense, piercing, dark eyes. The first time you’d met, he had his long black hair tied up in a loose bun since he’d just come from practice. He’d spent the remainder of his afternoon watching you shoot other skateboarders for the sports magazine you worked for, finally asking you to dinner. You said yes immediately, then ended up in his bed before your third date.
You weren’t sure if you could actually say you were dating since Suguru never took you out, or introduced you to his friends. Not to mention, he was sleeping with other women when he traveled for skate competitions.
While Suguru was funny, charming and incredibly sexy, he was also a bit of an asshole, flippant and if you were honest…a fuck boy if you’d ever seen one. He does whatever he wants. He travels for his skate competitions and you never know what the hell he’s doing or who he’s with. And you don’t ask anymore. You’d learned your lesson the hard way when the last time you’d asked, Suguru had made you feel like you were being so crazy you just ended up apologizing to him and never asking about his activities again.
Now, you just meet up whenever Suguru has time. You go to his practices when you can to grab additional skate photographs and you go on the occasional date with other men to distract yourself from the fact that you are absolutely in love with this asshole.
But he doesn’t want anything more than to bury himself as deep as he can inside you whenever he wants without so much as taking you out to dinner first. You’re not sure when you became just his casual hookup, but it’s all Suguru sees you as now. You know you should cut your losses and move on…but you can’t.
You want more from him, and you know you’ll never get it, but every time he tells you you’re his, a false sense of hope tricks you into staying.
Suguru shifting besides you pulls your focus back to him. He’s standing now, moving to the living room to grab his pants. You follow after him and you know you shouldn’t ask this, but the words leave your mouth before you can stop them.
“Suguru, I have to ask you something,” you start.
He grabs his pants and boxers from the floor. “What’s up?” He asks, casual as ever.
“D-did you mean what you said?”
“Mean what?”
You hesitate for a second, not sure if you really want an answer, but you needed to be sure so you push forward.
“That I’m yours and only yours?”
You’re fidgeting with your fingers now, awaiting his answer. He slides his boxers on before turning to you.
“Oh, I was just talking. You know how I get when we’re fucking,” he says easily.
You chuckle nervously, eyes tracking him as he moves across the room to pick his shirt up from the arm of the couch.
“Right…”
He glances at you over his shoulder as he slides his pants up. “Yeah, I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.”
You can’t help the way you flinch when he dismisses you. You knew you shouldn’t have asked. You knew you’d only get your feelings hurt with this question. Stupid. Suguru clearly only saw you as a hookup. You know you should cut your losses, but you couldn’t. Despite Suguru not having any feelings for you, you couldn’t say you felt the same. You cared deeply for him and it’s why you had such a hard time letting him go.
Suguru pulls his shirt on before he slips on his shoes. “Anyway, I gotta get to practice. You coming by to take some pics later?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a few hours. Just need to edit some other pictures and get my equipment together.”
“Cool,” he says, opening the door without looking back. “See you there.”
He closes the door behind him and you’re left standing, alone as always.
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You climb the steps to the skatepark eagerly, the sounds of the wheels hitting pavement only making you move faster. Peering up, you could see the forms of the skaters spinning in the air, falling gracefully with their board beneath their feet to carry them to the other side of the skate ramp or bowl.
You spotted Suguru, preparing to drop-in to the bowl. You turned your camera on, bringing it up to your eye to capture Suguru in all his glory. He turned his head at the sudden flash, giving you a quick nod before dropping into the bowl. You watched him closely, snapping a few pictures when you remembered you were actually here to work.
Watching Suguru skate was mesmerizing. He clearly loved his sport. He put in the work and the time to perfect his craft and he was damn good. It was why he was a sponsored professional. You followed the way his hair whipped behind him with the rush of the wind as he came up the side of the bowl and straight into the air, bending his knees to grab his board and spin maybe three times? You couldn’t tell, your finger hitting the shutter button to capture the perfect moment.
This is what you loved – taking photographs of people doing what they enjoyed most. Being a sports photographer meant being able to capture people’s passions and you couldn’t imagine doing anything else.
As you scrolled through the pictures of Suguru, you catch another form out of the corner of your eye. You glance over, your eyes meeting the broad back of a stranger. Tall, with clearly expensive taste - you could tell by the very nice clothes he donned along with…were those Prada combat boots? He had his hair tied up in unruly pigtails and it was only when he finally turns around that you see the tattooed line that spread across his cheeks and meet on the bridge of his nose.
You had seen him around before at different parks, but you had never spoken with him. He always seemed to vanish into thin air before you could catch him and you never got around to asking Suguru if he knew him.
You watch the stranger drop into the bowl, his movements smooth as he sails into the air, flipping his board beneath those designer boots and landing as if it were nothing. You lift your camera as he does it again, hitting the shutter button repeatedly. You don’t have to review the shots to know they’re amazing. There’s something about him that makes it impossible for you to tear your eyes away.
When he emerges from the bowl, casually kicking his board up into his hand, you snap a few more pictures before you decide to approach.
“Excuse me,” you call out to him with a wave.
He looks you over and as you get closer you can see the bags under his eyes. He looks positively exhausted, but something about it is so…alluring. He gives you a lazy smile, waving as you approach.
“Hey. Haven’t seen you here before,” he says coolly.
“Oh, I’m always around. I’ve seen you a few times. I’ve just had such a hard time catching you.”
“Hmm,” he shifts his board to his other hand as he shrugs. “Well. You got me now.”
As you get closer, you really take in his appearance. He’s incredibly handsome, a deep sexy voice that makes your stomach flutter with excitement every time he opens his mouth. With beautiful dark eyes that stay locked on yours as you both speak, you’re already enthralled.
You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you a few times, each time sounding a little sexier than the last.
“I’m Choso,” he reaches his hand out to shake yours and you can’t ignore the immediate spark you feel when your skin touches his. It makes your pulse quicken.
Choso nods to your camera, “Taking pics for fun?”
“Oh,” you glance quickly down at your camera. “Sort of. I’m a sports photographer. Specifically, I manage the skating articles so I’m usually hanging around the popular skating spots.”
“Nice,” He compliments, seemingly impressed. “You didn’t happen to get any pics of me, did you?”
You smile as you fidget with the buttons on your camera before holding it out to him. He takes it with his free hand, giving you a puzzled look before you point to the arrow buttons.
“I’ve been taking pictures of you for a while. Like I said, I haven’t been able to catch you to show you.” Choso smiles shyly at this and you can’t help but return his expression. “Scroll through. I think I got some good ones of you today and the last few times.”
He navigates through your photos, brows rising as he looks over your work.
“ Wow , I see why you’re doing this. These are insanely good.”
You beam at him, stepping closer to him to look at the camera screen in his hand, “You really think so?”
He nods, and you feel your cheeks warm at the compliment, your heart racing as you mutter a thank you.
You’re going through the photos with Choso as he tells you about himself – how long he’s been skating, what trick he was doing in whatever photo you’re looking at, why he skates. You learn he’s a newly sponsored professional skater and he has three younger brothers who he skates to take care of.
“Eso, Kechizu and Yuuji.” He lists his brother’s names to you, grinning as he names off different facts about each one. “They’re all great, but Yuuji is the baby, so I kind of spoil him. I’d give him anything he wants as long as he calls me Big Brother. He’s adorable.”
“Really? How old is he?” You ask, fully expecting to hear about a small child only to burst into laughter when you find out Yuuji’s a teenager .
“You have a really nice laugh,” he says suddenly. Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment but you thank him anyway.
Choso is a little odd. Even so, in the short time you get to know Choso, you find yourself in awe of him. He’s sweet, soft spoken and seems like an all around good person.
“You’re easy to talk to and really funny, Choso. I’m sure if we keep running into each other at the parks in the future, you’ll be making me laugh until my sides hurt.”
Choso watches you closely, not speaking. After a moment, he hands you your camera back, sliding his free hand into his pocket while he fidgets with his skateboard with the other.
“So…I know we just met like twenty minutes ago, but do you wanna get dinner tonight? I have to drop my brother off at a friend's place, but can we meet up later?” He pauses for a second before adding, “I’d love to hear that laugh more.”
A wide grin spreads across your face, your cheeks burning. You had gone on your fair share of dates recently, but this was the first you’d actually felt excited about. You typically agreed knowing you would be comparing whoever the poor soul was to Suguru. But right now, you only had eyes for the exhausted looking man before you. You looked Choso over, his cool and calm demeanor now replaced with nervousness as he restlessly fidgeted with his skateboard, awaiting an answer.
Before you could speak, you felt an arm slither across your shoulders, pulling you into a hard, warm body. You peered up through your lashes to find Suguru standing next to you. He nodded to Choso, fixing him with a smile that was very obviously not genuine to anyone who truly knew Suguru.
“What’s going on here?” He asked, now aiming his tight smile down at you. You froze, looking from him to Choso who looked between you and Suguru, taking in the sight of Suguru’s arm around you.
“My bad, man. I was just asking her out, but I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” Choso apologized.
Suguru hummed, simply acknowledging the statement but saying nothing more. It reminded you of your earlier conversation with him in your apartment before he left you standing alone like he always did.
I mean, we’re not together. Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.
His words echo through your head as you stand between the two men – one who was clearly interested in you and wanted to know you more. The other who you had history with who you couldn’t get to commit to lunch plans. The answer was so simple now.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you stated and you don’t miss how Suguru’s arm tenses around your shoulders. “We’re not dating or anything, just good friends. Right, Suguru?”
You shrug his arm off, looking up at him to return his fake smile. Suguru recovers quickly, muttering “ right ” as you step forward, holding your hand out to Choso.
“I’d love to get dinner with you tonight. Give me your phone and I’ll put my number in. You can call me later to solidify plans.”
“Oh, it’s in my car. I never skate with it on me. Give me yours and I’ll put my number in.” Choso offers instead.
“My phone is also in my car. Can’t risk dropping it when I’m shooting.”
You both chuckle at how similar you seem to be before you continue, “Okay, walk me to my car? I’ll get your number and we can talk plans.”
Choso agrees, tucking his skateboard underneath his arm.
“Didn’t we have plans for later?” Suguru interrupts.
If you were being honest, you’d forgotten he was there for a moment.
“Oh, well…rain check then?” You propose.
Suguru nods slowly, watching you and Choso turn to head towards the parking lot, laughing and too caught up in conversation to say goodbye to him.
“Sure,” he mumbles to himself. You’re so entranced with Choso, you don’t even notice the way Suguru glares daggers into your backs until he can’t see you anymore.