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“I shouldn't have come.” You told your friend on the phone as you drank the rest of your mojito in one gulp. “I'm such a fool.”
“Y/n, I told you it would be a bad idea to go.” Her voice sounds far away thanks to the loud music in the bar, so you got up to go to the hallway where the restrooms are.
You ignored that there was a guy there typing on his phone and started talking: "I don't know why he invited me if he was going to be with his friends all the time."
"Wait, he left you alone?" You noticed the anger in her voice.
“Something like that. He's at another table with his friends and some English guys he just met. He didn't even invite me with them, he just said: «I'll be right back»” You wiped away a tear that was beginning to slide down your cheek. “It's been an hour.”
“Why don't you leave?” She asked so simply. And you had actually thought about it, but for some reason you couldn't do it. “I can order an Uber for you.”
“It's fine, just—fuck." You ran a hand through your hair, closing your eyes trying to organize your thoughts. "I'll ask him to drive me home, if he doesn't want to, I'll call you. Okay?"
“Y/n, wait, I don’t think that’s—” You cut the call, ignoring whatever she was going to say.
You entered the bathroom, immediately finding your reflection in the large mirror. You looked amazing tonight, wearing a tight black leather skirt with a long sleeved top of the same color; combined with your favorite boots and a necklace he had given you. All for him. And here you are, holding back tears in the bathroom of a bar.
Your boyfriend was an asshole.
Dating him for over three years had been a challenge. The reason was pretty self-explanatory.
Crying for him in the bathrooms seemed to be an indispensable part of your relationship at this point. But you always managed to go out and pretend nothing happened even though he noticed your reddish eyes. Then, when you were alone he would simply apologize and say it wouldn't happen again.
You hated yourself for being so dumb.
Tonight didn't look like it was going to be much different. When you came out of the bathroom after wiping your tears and giving yourself a touch-up, you noticed the one you called boyfriend with his arm over the shoulder of a girl, to whom he was whispering something in her ear.
Well, that wasn't something new.
You bit your cheek on the inside and sat back down on the stool by the counter, asking the bartender for a shot of tequila.
“Make it two.” You heard a male voice at the same time as someone sat down next to you.
You turned your face to find a handsome man with long hair, who was holding an unlit cigarette between his lips.
“Does the smoke bother you?” He asked, pointing to the nicotine stick.
“A little.” The stranger smiled before removing the cigarette from his mouth to put it back in the box, which as far as you could tell was almost empty.
“Are you having a good night?” He asked, although the answer seemed pretty obvious because of your face.
“No.” You admitted, at the same time, the bartender was pouring two shots of Don Julio in front of you. “Thank you.”
“May I know why?” He raised his glass and held it out to you, waiting for you to clink it with yours. You did so only to seconds later drink it all in one gulp, ignoring the familiar burning in your throat you motioned to the bartender to pour another.
"I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend." You decided to tell him, because one, he was a stranger; and two, you didn't give a shit anymore.
"And where is he?"
"Over there." You pointed with a nod to a table full of guys and girls at the other end. "The one in the blue shirt."
The man looked in the direction, and frowned as he noticed that the said boyfriend seemed to be busy whispering things in another girl's ear.
“Really?” He questioned, letting the bartender pour him another shot as well. “That's, pretty fucked up.”
“Yeah. I know.” You sighed before clinking your glass with the stranger's once more and drinking the colorless liquid. “But that’s life.” You said sarcastically.
You rested your head on your hand and looked carefully at the man from his face to his body, he could be your age or maybe a few years older. He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt with some buttons undone showing part of his chest, you could see part of what looked like a tattoo showing through, there were other designs on his left arm. You also noticed that he had part of his hair tied in a bun.
Well, he's attractive.
He stared into your eyes and licked his lips as if he was about to say something, but he just clicked his tongue and kept silent.
"What were you going to say?" You asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know if what I want to say is inappropriate." He replied smiling, now him pointing to the bartender the empty glasses.
"Just say it, I don't think it's anything I don't already know." You encouraged him as more Don Julio was poured.
"Well, I think your so-called boyfriend is a jerk."
You laughed, yes, he said what you figured he was going to say.
"Like I told you, it's nothing I don't already know."
"And—" He continued, "That you're too pretty to be out here alone crying over him."
"I'm not crying." You replied trying to put aside his praise.
"You were, it shows in your eyes." You opened your eyes a little shocked, starting to feel a little embarrassed, but you bit your lip trying not to let it show.
"Is that why you came to sit with me? Pity?" You questioned trying to sound sarcastic.
"Nah. I'd already had my eye on you since I arrived, honestly, I thought you were alone."
His eye on you? Since he arrived? You tried not to blush as you let out a sigh. Ignoring his flirtatious comment, you took the glass and clinked it with his again before drinking.
"I'm Getou Suguru, by the way." He introduced himself a second after setting the glass on the bar.
After you told him your name, you started a conversation about your lives. Simple facts. What you did for a living, what college you attended, zodiac signs, and so on. He also told you that he came here with his friends, who were sitting at a table in the back, there was a girl with a mole under her eye and a white-haired boy who waved to you when you turned to the direction Getou had pointed.
After almost an hour of conversation, Suguru realized that you deserved much more than an idiot like the man you were dating, who hadn't even bothered to look at you the whole time you were there. That's why, after taking a last sip of his Corona, he decided to ask why you were with someone like him.
“Why?” You repeated, as if you were trying to find the answer to why you were still in that failed relationship.
And actually, the answer was very clear, you had known it for a long time, but somehow you refused to see the reality. The reality where you had fallen out of love a long time ago, but you were so used to his presence, and maybe you were afraid of the unknown. The tears you kept shedding were empty, they just fell from your eyes to make you believe that you still felt something more than just frustration. Frustration because you wanted to feel something again that wasn't there anymore.
“I think I was afraid to be alone.” You answered sincerely, “But now I think being alone is much better.”
You frowned after realizing what came out of your mouth.
“Wow, that sounded like something out of a John Green book.” You joked after a few seconds of silence to lighten the mood.
“It was poetic.” He replied, making you giggle.
Then, something clicked in your mind.
Had this beautiful stranger moved something inside you? Or why did you suddenly feel so angry? That fucker abandoned you and you were getting sentimental? Even spending one of the best quotes you could think of on him?
You sighed in disbelief. How dare he?
“He's an asshole.” You mumbled, squeezing your knee with your hand. The black-haired man laughed, nodding his head.
“So you're practically single now?” Suguru asked, putting his hand over yours causing your grip to suddenly loosen.
You immediately understood his intentions by the way he looked at you and how little by little his face got closer to yours.
You gulped before answering, “I can say yes.”
“That’s it.”
His lips met yours, beginning a slow, sensual kiss. You could taste the beer and tequila he had drunk earlier, making the experience even more unique.
Geto growled as he intensified the kiss, not only were you beautiful, but you were also an incredible kisser. He felt like he found a jewel in that sports bar that he wanted to keep in his pocket forever.
Honestly, from the moment he arrived and looked at you sitting alone at the bar, he knew right then and there that he wanted you. It hadn't even been half an hour since Suguru had sat down when he decided he was going to talk to that pretty lady. He was about to get up from his table when he saw you go to the bathroom and come back minutes later with teary eyes, so he questioned whether it would be a good idea.
It's clear what his decision was in the end, and there he was, sticking his tongue in your mouth.
You broke away from him for air, analyzing his post-kiss face. His eyes had darkened, his lips were swollen and still glossy from saliva and your lip gloss, you had to stifle your desire to clench your thighs as you watched him run his tongue across his lips, tasting what was left on them.
Fuck, that was hot.
Getou tried to kiss you again, now more desperate, but you did your head backwards avoiding him. He laughed, clasping his hand over yours and pressed his forehead to yours.
So you liked to play? Just as he had thought, a jewel.
“Let’s leave” He whispered, his other hand slowly caressing your thigh above your skirt.
“Huh?” You pretended you didn't hear it right.
“Leave. With me. ” He remarked his words, once again trying to kiss you, but his lips impacted with your ear as you turned your face away.
Of course, you wanted to go with him, the devil on your shoulder was crying out for it. But the angel on the other, although its voice was far away, said that it was best to go home because he was a stranger.
But that's what you liked, that he was a stranger.
It's been a long time since you've done something like this. All thanks to being subjected to a relationship you no longer wanted.
For a moment, your eyes went to where your boyfriend was sitting. He was turning his back to you, so you could appreciate how he was caressing the other girl's back. Getou noticed and his eyes followed where yours had pointed, he clicked his tongue before bringing his mouth closer to your ear to whisper:
“He doesn't care that you're here, he's whoring around with another girl, you should give him a taste of his own medicine.”
“And where are we goin’?” You asked before looking him in the eye again.
Suguru smirked and lightly bit your ear before answering, “To have a good night.”
“It better be.” You challenged him before you stood up.
He did the same and rummaged through his pockets until he found his wallet. And even though you refused to let him pay for your drinks too, he did, and even paid for what his friends at their table had been drinking until now. You thought he did it as an apology for leaving without warning.
You watched him grab his leather jacket that was hanging on the back of the chair before taking your hand to lead you out.
When you were outside, you thought he would head for one of the cars outside, but you were surprised when he walked to where the motorcycles were parked and stopped in front of a black one, which looked very expensive and well maintained.
“What? You don't like motorcycles?” He joked as he swung a leg over the bike to start it, the sound of the engine reaching your ears like a growl.
This guy couldn't be hotter.
You cleared your throat before answering, “I'm wearing a skirt.”
His eyes admired your body up and down, you could feel the lust in them. He bit his lip and then smiled.
“You can wear my jacket.”
He handed you the black fabric, and you nervously put it on. It was huge on you, well, it was impossible for it to fit you since his back was quite wide. But it was long enough to cover you when you got on the motorcycle. Suguru admired how well his clothes fit you, but all he wanted to do was rip them off once and for all.
Before you could get your nice leg over the seat, his arm stopped you, you looked at him confused before noticing that he was giving you his helmet. You smiled before putting it on and finally getting into his vehicle.
“Hold on tight.”
You put your arms around his torso, pressing your chest against his back. Getou sighed heavily, he had never felt such an urgency to get home.
“Ready?” He asked, patting your leg.
“Of course I am.”
At that moment, you watched your so-called boyfriend walk out the bar holding his phone to his ear, at the same time, your phone started ringing in your purse. You didn't have to be a fortune-teller to know it was him calling you, maybe in panic after noticing or one of his friends told him you weren't there anymore.
Suguru had to stifle his laughter as he looked at your boyfriend's face when he saw you on a motorcycle with another man. You looked at him too, but instead of feeling bad, you felt a lot of satisfaction.
“Where the hell are you going?” He shouted in disbelief, “Y/n! Hey!”
You didn't respond, you simply raised your middle finger to him at the same time Getou started to drive away.
Your, now ex-boyfriend, stood there with his mouth open and running his hands in his hair in frustration. Maybe realizing his mistakes, but poor him, it was too late.
“So there's a bad girl inside you.” The long-haired one shouted once you were far enough.
“You just met me.”
“I know.” He said as he stopped at a red light, “And I'm dying to get to know you more.”
The road consisted of Getou riding in silence, sometimes exceeding the speed limits, but you didn't mind in the least, in fact, it filled you with a dose of adrenaline and freedom that you had long wanted to feel. It was that same reason why he preferred to ride a motorcycle instead of his car, and besides, he looked incredibly cool.
He began to slow down in front of a large building, and after waving to the guard, he let him pass into the underground parking lot.
“You live here?” You asked, although it was all too obvious.
“Yep.” He turned off the engine while you took off your helmet, your hair was a mess, so you quickly ran your fingers through it trying to fix it.
Suguru helped you to get off first and then he did it himself. But before you could say anything his lips were already on yours again, pushing you lightly against the motorcycle, you passed your left arm around his neck while the other one was still holding the helmet.
His hands went down from your back until they slipped under your skirt, squeezing your ass and playing a little with the fabric of your underwear.
“Let’s go before I end up fucking you here.” He murmured still with his lips on yours and giving you a light spank before guiding you to the elevator.
Getou draped an arm over your shoulder as the elevator went up; and when the doors finally opened on his floor, he bent down to carry you over his shoulder and started walking down the hallway, ignoring an elderly couple who looked at you as if you were crazy.
You laughed as he kept walking until he stopped in front of the last door. He gave you a little spank before reaching into his pocket for his key and unlocking the door. Once you were inside, he took the helmet and threw it on a couch, you couldn't really appreciate his house since he went straight into the room, but you swore you saw a fish tank.
He dropped you on the bed and instantly got on top of you to kiss you, now his hands moving down to your breasts to squeeze them above the fabric of your shirt. But before going any further, an idea came to his mind, so he stood up suddenly leaving you confused.
He took you by the arms to lift you up and change places, he sat on the edge of the bed while you stood facing him.
“Strip for me.” He said, pulling you out of your thoughts while pushing you back a little to better appreciate you. “Come on, I wanna worship your body.”
You looked at him puzzled for a few moments before sighing for courage and taking a few more steps back to make sure he saw the whole of you.
“That’s a good girl.”
You started by taking off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing the edge of your shirt to slowly pull it up—trying to make a show—until you released your breasts only covered by the lace bra you were wearing.
Getou couldn't help but get angry, that idiot had all this for himself and decided to waste you. He had just met you, but he knew he would treat you much better than that jerk. Even if it was just for one night.
You lowered the straps of your bra, freeing your arms and then lowered the cups, showing him your bare chest with your nipples erect from the cold air in the room. He groaned softly, appreciating every detail of your skin. He was watching you like a predator watching its prey. And admitting it, it made you feel somewhat empowered.
Suguru could feel his cock throbbing in his pants, he was so hard it hurt. It had been a while since he had felt this way, was it the alcohol? The circumstances? You? Hell if he knew.
“Keep it on.” He mumbled when you tried to take off your skirt.
You heeded his request and smiled flirtatiously at him, pulling up your skirt a little to reveal your underwear. You watched him caress his erection over his pants, and you couldn't help but feel more aroused as you noticed the size of it.
You ran your fingers through the waistband of your panties playing a little to tease him; when you watched him squeeze his bulge tighter, you slowly pulled down the garment revealing your pretty pussy just for a few seconds before lowering your skirt again.
When you took off the fabric completely, you threw it to him and he caught it with his free hand. He instantly caressed the lingerie with his fingers, smiling when he noticed a spot that was wet.
“You’re a goddess.” He hummed as he watched you walk toward him.
How long had it been since you heard a praise like that? Who knows. But it moved something inside you that made you feel euphoric.
When you were within his reach, he tried to reach out his hands to cup your breasts, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, and just when he was about to complain, you spoke:
“Take them off.” You pointed your boots.
A fucking jewel, he thought again.
You thought he was just going to put his hands down and help you take them off. So you were surprised when he got down on one knee in front of you. One of his hands caressed from your thigh to where your boot began, then ran it down the back of your leg to bring your foot to rest on his knee and begin to unzip your pretty boots. He did it so slowly that it seemed like torture for both of you. Once he removed it completely, he put it aside and did the same with the other one, finishing with a kiss on your knee.
The way he looked up at you was an image you wanted to engrave in your head forever, there was no doubt about it.
Suguru stood there, still looking at you as his hands again stroked from your ankles to your thighs. You moaned at the tingle it gave you. Not waiting any longer, he pulled up your skirt until he faced your cunt.
You waited anxiously for what he was going to do. He began to kiss the flesh of your thighs with his eyes still connected to yours. Then, took one of your legs and swung it over his shoulder, your foot resting on the mattress of the bed behind him.
His mouth immediately went to your clit, flicking his tongue a few times before sucking on it. You threw your head back in pleasure, all the previous play had sensitized you.
You pursed your lips as your breathing began to quicken. You didn't want to make too many noises, but girl, that's what Getou wanted. The noises. He wanted to hear you moan, cry and scream just for him. Fuck the neighbors.
So he pressed his tongue harder and brought two of his fingers to your entrance, god you were soaking wet, to the point that he could slide his digits in without a problem. When you looked back at him, he winked at you before closing his eyes to enjoy your taste as if it were the best meal he ever had.
You brought one of your hands to his hair and pulled on the hair tie that held his bun to loosen it, his black locks falling over his shoulders. He smiled with his lips still pressed against your folds when you grabbed a fistful of his hair to bring him closer to you. Instinctively you began to move your hips back and forth, he let you ride his tongue as you pleased.
Getou curled his fingers and you swore you saw stars. Your orgasm was near and you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your mouth, so you tried to bring your other hand to shut up, but he stopped it by holding your wrist.
You were so fucking close, you cursed under your breath when he changed the pace of his tongue, rushing your climax until you reached the top of it. You let out a whimper as you cum in his mouth. He continued to lick your fluids until your breathing became a little controlled.
“You look so pretty like this.” He gave a short kiss on your clit one more time before standing up, helping you put your trembling leg back on the ground. “I bet you'll look better when you're getting fucked.”
“Find out.” You managed to say.
Suguru kissed you again, letting you taste your own juices, his hands went to your breasts and squeezed your nipples with his fingers before he turned you over and instructed you to sit on the bed. He hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room, allowing you to appreciate a dragon tattoo on his left pec that complemented the ones on his arm. He took off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his black boxers.
Getou’s body was well worked, you could notice the muscles in both his arms and legs effortlessly. But what had caught your attention the most was his back, god , it was so wide that all you wanted to do was run your hands, maybe your nails, all over it.
If God exists, he surely looks like Suguru Getou.
Once he was almost naked, he looked down at you and took your chin with his hand. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip and you instinctively opened your mouth slightly. You were a fucking tease.
“Take it out.” He ordered and you obeyed without a second thought. But first, you ran your hand over the fabric, caressing his bulge making him grunt through his teeth.
When you finally pulled the cloth down and released his aching erection, you almost opened your mouth in shock at the sight of it. Not only was it big, but it was pretty. Without a doubt, he was completely blessed.
“It won't bite you.” He scoffed as he wrapped his fist around his girth to give himself some relief.
You replaced his hand with yours, moving it up and down earning a groan from him; then, you lowered your head just enough to stick the tip into your mouth and circle it with your tongue. His hand went to your hair just as you did, but he took it in a ponytail to keep the strands from getting in the way.
“Shit.” He cursed when you put it all in your mouth.
When you started to move your head, combining the movements of your tongue with those of your hand, Getou for a moment thought again about what an asshole your boyfriend—now ex—was, you sucked dick like that and he still looked for other girls? No doubt he was someone who didn't know how to enjoy what he had in front of him. But Getou would.
He threw his head back when your tongue went down to his balls and then ran his length. If you kept it up, he would cum soon, but he didn't want to yet, he still wanted to feel you around him. So he pulled your hair away from him, a line of saliva still connecting your lips to his red tip.
“Pretty.” Getou hummed before he grabbed your legs and pulled them up making you gasp in surprise as your back met the sheets.
You both felt so needy that you knew that once he put his cock inside you, you might lose control.
Your legs rested on his shoulders while he leaned forward bending you in half, sliding his length through your folds before pushing in the tip. He grunted as he felt your greedy walls sucking him in, shit , your pussy was one of a kind.
Getou pressed his forehead to yours as he started to move, he was getting drunk on pleasure, and you felt no different, you were doing your best not to close your eyes and moan like crazy, but he deepened his thrusts and practically forced you to let go and let out those precious sounds he wanted to hear.
“There they are. And here I thought you weren’t a vocal.”
Unexpectedly, your phone started ringing. You planned to ignore it, Getou too, but when it rang a second time, with annoyance, he reached into your bag, which had been left near the bed pillows, and pulled out your phone with the intention of turning it off. But when he saw the contact photo, a wicked smile appeared on his face.
“Oh, it's Mr. Boyfriend.” He announced with a mocking tone. “You should answer, he's probably worried about you.”
“Ignore him.” You said as you dug your nails into his biceps when he pushed his hips harder.
The call ended and immediately another one came up. Why did he call you just now?
“Don't you wanna say hi?” He asked and without waiting for your answer, he slid his finger across the screen to accept the call.
You didn't even stop him, too focused on how his cock hit your sweet spot perfectly.
“Yes?” He answered by holding the phone to his ear and sitting on his calves to continue shoving himself into you as he saw the point where you two connected with clarity.
Suddenly, he laughed as if he had been told a joke. “Calm down, she's here. Don't worry, she's in good hands.” He moved his hand to your neck, where he pressed it with just enough force to cut off some air, forcing a moan out of you.
“What are we doing?” He asked teasingly. “ I’m fucking you out of her mind. ”
He didn't bother to listen to the insults that the jerk was going to say because he hung up and turned off your phone to make sure that nothing else would disturb the best sex he had ever had in his life.
“That was—” You tried to speak, but your words were lost in the air as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.
He chuckled before saying, “I meant it. You won't even remember his name when I'm done with you.”
A feeling of possession came over him, for tonight, he would make sure you thought of nothing or no one else but him and his cock.
Getou felt your necklace in the palm of his hand, and then he remembered that when you were at the bar you had told him that your boyfriend had given it to you. Well, you didn't need it anymore . So he ripped it off forcing the chain to break, and threw it somewhere in the room.
The move had hurt you a little but you didn't say anything about it, you just looked at him with a frown of confusion at the random action.
“I’ll buy you another.” He simply stated.
You didn't bother to ask if that was true or false since he moved his hand to your clit, where he began to make slow circles. He leaned over you again and tried to kiss you, but you only ended up gasping into each other's open mouths, since you felt your climax near once more.
You tried to mumble that you were close and although the words couldn't come out clearly, he understood you perfectly. He moved his fingers faster letting you reach the peak of your pleasure for the second time tonight, he had to use all his mental strength to not cum right there when you squeezed his cock with your walls.
He pulled out of you and stood up again to grab your hips and flipped you over. Your chest against the sheets and your feet touched the floor. He removed your skirt, which was rolled up from your hips and threw it behind him. Without giving you a break he slid back inside and spanked you before starting to move even deeper than before.
He pressed his chest against your back, supporting himself with his forearms on the sides of your head. He placed his face on your neck, where he began to kiss and suck on your skin, with the purpose of leaving marks.
“Like I thought, you look so much better when you're getting fucked.” He muttered in your ear, “I want to see this again.” And hell that he meant it, if it wasn't you who ended up calling him to see him again, it would be him.
He put two of his fingers in your mouth while he kept attacking your ears, your neck and your back with his lips. The stimulation was so much that you could feel a few tears begin to flow from your eyes.
You knew he was close when the movements of his hips became more sloppy and the way his increased panting blessed your ears. You heard him curse several times as he chased his orgasm.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and stood up, pulling you by the hair to force you to your knees on the floor while with his other hand, he fisted his cock up and down. You understood quickly so you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, waiting for it.
He threw his head back as he came in a big load, his cum landing in your mouth and face. His grip on your hair tightened as he made sure he drained himself completely.
When he was able to control his breathing, he looked at you again, appreciating your fucked-out face full of his seed. You swallowed everything that fell into your mouth and ran your tongue along the edge of your lips to lick as much as possible. The sight was too much for Suguru, it was too dirty but so hot at the same time.
“Shit.” He mumbled as he began to caress your scalp. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Getou helped you stand up and instructed you to sit on the bed while he went to the bathroom to get a wet towel to clean you. He sat down beside you and held your chin with his thumb and forefinger as he carefully ran the towel over your face. .
“You wanna stay?” He asked, breaking the silence after tossing the towel into the laundry basket. “I don’t mind.”
After a moment of thought, you accepted his proposal with a nod and he smiled triumphantly.
And there, as you stared at the ceiling lying on his bed, you still couldn't believe that your sad night had ended in the most mind-blowing sex of your life with a hot guy. You felt like a new woman. Even if it sounded exaggerated. You were grateful for the push this stranger had given you.
At the same time, Suguru thought again that he would be crazy if a jewel like you was left in a one-night stand. For a moment, he was worried about waking up and not seeing you by his side, so before closing his eyes, he spoke:
“So, can I have your number?”