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If you made all of these fantasies come true
What would you do?
You could have anyone else you wanted to
But I'm begging you
Suguru Geto? She’s a slut. Ask anyone on campus.
She doesn’t even try to hide it. She’s the kind of girl who wears low-cut blouses to class, her heels clicking down the hallway, always reapplying lip gloss while staring into a little purple compact mirror she keeps in her bag.
She’s the one who fills the room with her overly sweet perfume and draws everyone’s attention the moment she walks in.
Girls hate her, with her trendy clothes hugging her perfect figure – athletic enough, curves in all the right places, firm breasts forming a tempting dip between the buttons of her shirt – her impossibly long, glossy hair straight out of a shampoo commercial, her seductive vixen voice, and those fox-like eyes, weighed down by a sharp line of eyeliner.
She’s the girl you wish you could be when you’re making a Pinterest board for your vision board.
Guys turn to look at her when she walks by, constantly offering to buy her drinks at the bar, carry her books between classes, walk her home.
It doesn’t matter if they’re single, taken, or seeing someone. Every guy is crazy about Suguru.
That pisses a lot of people off.
At the Havana’s, it’s always insanely hot. The room is small, and the dance floor is packed with sweaty bodies grinding like animals in heat, but they play good music and the drinks aren’t watered down like the slop they try to serve you in other bars.
Suguru is wearing a red dress with a dangerously short skirt and a deep backless cut that raises the temperature around her by at least fifty degrees.
She’s hypnotic as she moves to the beat, tossing her long black hair as it flutters around her face like in a music video.
The room seems to stop around her, the entire club is undressing her with their eyes.
Satoru is no exception. Sitting at the bar, her daiquiri practically untouched in her hands, she watches the smooth sway of Suguru’s hips, the way her amber skin glows under the strobe lights.
She’s had a crush on Suguru Geto for a while now. For some time, Satoru has been going to the Havana's every Friday night just to watch the black-haired girl dance and then leave with some frat guy.
Utahime and Shoko keep telling her to drop it, that Geto is straight and that Satoru should focus on one of the girls constantly sliding into her DMs – openly queer girls who would happily take a ride on her strap.
But Satoru isn’t the type to give up easily, and it wouldn’t even be the first time she’s made a “straight” girl come on her fingers.
And if you think she’s shy just because she hasn’t made a move yet, you’d be wrong.
She’s just waiting for the perfect moment to make Suguru Geto fall into her arms and, hopefully, into her bed.
You might wonder where this obsession comes from, Satoru simply likes a good challenge.
She’s always been naturally good at everything she does, from ballet to basketball, from chess to piano. She’s majoring in engineering physics simply because a high school teacher once told her it would be “too hard for her.” Needless to say, Satoru is valedictorian and also on a sports scholarship.
In short, she always needs new stimulation.
Satoru is very successful with women, so much so that it’s becoming boring. She’s tall, beautiful, with this dominant aura that’s hard to ignore, and it drives a lot of girls wild. But sometimes she wishes someone would at least pretend to turn her down, just to feel something new, and instead, girls practically fall into her lap.
Shifting her focus to Geto is giving her that breath of fresh air she’s been craving. For the first time, she’s the one chasing someone, and who better than the most beautiful and most hated girl on campus?
Suguru doesn’t have a care in the world, dancing to the music, letting the heat and lights wash over her. Satoru is turned on, uncomfortable in her tight bodysuit as she sips her drink, eyes locked on the scene.
She wishes Suguru would dance for her, meet her gaze, but her eyelids are lowered, dusted with a veil of glittery eyeshadow that highlights the honey color of her irises.
A frat boy approaches her, wearing a confident smile, already drunk enough to feel bold. Suguru doesn’t let it faze her much, she keeps dancing, circling around him.
She places a hand on his chest, and he licks his lips.
«You’re staring at me.» she says, her tone flat. There’s no reproach, but no enthusiasm either.
«Your fault.» he replies. «You’re gorgeous.»
Suguru smiles, her beautiful full lips glossy with lip oil. Satoru tightens her fingers around her glass – it’s not jealousy, not exactly, more like irritation at how predictable the whole scene is.
The bar is truly at rock bottom. Suguru seems somewhat aware of it.
“Tell me something I don’t know”, the black-haired girl thinks. But she can’t actually say it, it would be too arrogant, even for her.
«Thanks.» she says instead. «You’re cute too.»
And it’s true, the guy is cute. Strong features, a sharp hairline, clear skin, and a decent build – tall, broad shoulders. The kind of guy a normal girl would consider a dream.
Suguru has always preferred people with more charm, with a sense of style. She favors a charismatic, assertive attitude over the cocky, unserious personality of guys you meet at college parties. That’s why she usually settles for those who at least seem to have enough stamina to fuck her properly.
The truth is, she hasn’t been feeling very stimulated lately either. These days, it’s hard to really enjoy a flirt, it all feels too mechanical, and she misses a bit of thrill. Besides, guys are either players, taken, or too obsessed with sex to even try to seem interesting.
But if the only value a man has is what’s hanging between his legs, you can be sure Suguru won’t even bother keeping the conversation going.
This guy seems like he has maybe a couple of compliments in him before he starts begging her to take her back to his room, or to his car, promising her the best orgasm of her life.
Suguru knows it’s pathetic, she’s seen that script play out countless times, but she’s not much better. She’s turned on, fuck, hormones make her way too tolerant sometimes.
She might even let herself be swayed by this guy’s lame compliments.
«Fuck no!» a voice spits behind her. A girl steps between them, grabbing the guy’s arm. «Hands off my boyfriend, bitch.»
Suguru clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. How annoying. Men act like shit and she’s the bitch? Maybe Suguru loves sex, but she still has a moral code. She doesn’t sleep with a guy if she knows he’s taken.
«Relax, I didn’t know he had a girlfriend. He’s the one who hit on me.»
«Yeah, right. Everyone knows sluts like you jump on the first guy they see.»
Suguru clenches her jaw. She doesn’t usually rise to provocation, but she’s not about to let herself be insulted like that.
«What the fuck did you just say? Your boyfriend’s the one getting hard over the first girl he sees in a miniskirt.»
Before the other girl can reply, the frat guy steps in, trying to defuse the situation. «Babe, you got it wrong, nothing even happened.»
Aware he’s in the wrong, the guy tries to slip out of the situation, dragging his girlfriend away from the dance floor, throwing Suguru a mix of embarrassed and regretful glances.
What a loser. He really thought he could get away with it like that, with his girlfriend right there.
Suguru no longer feels like dancing.
«That idiot really thought he could get away with something that pathetic?»
A woman’s voice makes Suguru turn. She spins around to find a girl whose name she doesn’t know, but she’s sure she’s seen her around campus before.
She’s tall, taller than her, and that surprises Suguru, because she herself is pretty tall for a girl. Her hair is light, catching the colored lights, and even in the dimness of the club she can see how bright her eyes are.
Her appearance definitely catches her attention, but it does little to ease the tension still hanging around her, so she snaps back.
«What do you want? Here to accuse me of hitting on your slimy boyfriend too?»
The girl bursts out laughing, a bright, beautiful laugh that shows off a commercial-worthy smile. Suguru is even more struck, this girl is gorgeous. Top-tier gorgeous, like a model.
«Hell no, I don’t play for that team.» she says. «You just drew attention with that little scene earlier. Must be frustrating, I bet those assholes are constantly all over you like flies on honey.»
Suguru snorts. «Don’t you mean “bees to honey”?»
«Bees are cute and useful for the planet. Flies are annoying and eat shit. I meant flies.»
Suguru laughs again, crossing her arms over her chest. «What are you, one of those lesbians who hate men or something?»
«I don’t hate men. I’m just saying most assholes are men. I certainly don’t see any dignity in someone trying to pick up a girl in a bar when his fucking girlfriend is a few feet away.» the girl lets her gaze trail down Suguru’s body, sending a small shiver down the black-haired girl’s spine. «Though I get why it was worth a shot.»
Suguru arches an eyebrow, grateful the girl can’t see the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.
«Are you always this bold, or did you drink too much tonight?»
«I don’t drink much, doll. I like to stay in control. I’m not one to get carried away.»
«Sure. Is that a new trend? Is everyone stoic now?» Suguru rolls her eyes. «So, you got a name?»
«Satoru Gojo.»
It’s not the first time Suguru has heard that name, but she can’t quite place it. She must’ve done something important on campus, but nothing that overlaps with Suguru’s circle.
«And you, princess? Got a name, or are you too precious for that too?» she teases.
Suguru bites the inside of her cheek, pretending the whole situation annoys her, even though she knows perfectly well it’s just making her unbelievably wet.
«Suguru Geto. But something tells me you already knew that.»
«Actually, no. I’ve just heard you being called “slut” since I got here.»
Suguru shoots her a glare in response.
«Relax, princess. I’m a feminist, I’d never use that word for you. It screams incel.»
Suguru rolls her eyes, but before she can reply, someone bumps into her by accident, knocking her off balance.
Satoru is quick, catching her instantly by the hips. Her hands are large and warm, fitting deliciously around the black-haired girl’s narrow waist. She hates to admit it, but her stomach flips, like a rollercoaster drop.
She tells herself it’s just because it’s been a while since someone that attractive man(?)handled her, and fuck, Satoru is one of the most attractive people she’s ever met.
And, annoyingly, she’s fully aware of it.
«You okay?» she asks, teasing, not letting go. «You’re all flushed. Huh. Must be the heat.»
Suguru frowns, she’s not about to be devoured alive without pushing back. There’s no fun if they’re not both playing.
«Okay, superstar. Let’s see how big it is, then.»
Fuck. Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice.
You didn’t come with me, but you’ll leave with me.
I feel the pressure every time I see you walk by.
***
Luckily, Satoru lives in an apartment off campus, which means Suguru doesn’t have to deal with quickies in cars, shared dorms, or sleazy hourly motels.
Another thing that literally makes Suguru moan in relief is that Satoru’s place is clean, smells like Yankee Candles, and is tidy. Not serial-killer tidy, but I-have-my-life-together tidy.
It might sound trivial, but you have no idea the dumps she’s ended up in just to get laid. Her libido has dragged her into places she wouldn’t have set foot in even at gunpoint.
Now, her reflections on the cleanliness and appearance of Satoru’s place don’t last long, because the white-haired girl has her pressed against the mattress – naked, sweaty, ass up, face buried in the pillow.
She eats her out like a prisoner on their last meal. Suguru drips onto the sheets in a way she didn’t think was biologically possible, feeling molten and oversensitive every time Satoru’s beautiful lips close around her clit.
Truth be told, she can’t even remember the last time a man paid attention to her clit. Satoru, on the other hand, turns her on like she’s got a switch somewhere Suguru didn’t even know existed.
She’s moaning obscenely too, but she stopped caring about that about twenty minutes ago.
Satoru pushes her tongue inside her, playing with her tight, slick entrance, pulsing in a way that sends spasms of pleasure racing up her spine, and when the white-haired girl’s hand slides between her thighs to massage her soaked lips, Suguru comes hard, spilling a little over the sheets and Satoru’s chest.
The girl hums in satisfaction as she licks her lips, savoring the sweet taste Suguru left all over her. Looks like tomorrow’s gonna be laundry day, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
She flips Suguru onto her back. The sight is breathtaking – dark hair sticking to her sweaty forehead, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips swollen from bites. Her cunt is flushed and throbbing, still begging to be fucked, and her nipples are hard and swollen, practically made to be teased and abused.
Satoru leans down, taking one between her teeth, drawing a moan from Suguru that’s somewhere between pain and pleasure. The black-haired girl arches her back, breath hitching, hands instinctively reaching for her lover’s white strands.
Satoru dips down to capture her lips in a deep kiss. Suguru gives in without much resistance, still blissed out from her previous orgasm.
And Satoru is a great kisser, she knows it. She knows where to put her hands, how to touch a woman in a way that makes her feel like she’s floating inches above the ground, how to find every partner’s weak spot.
Suguru definitely likes being dominated, even if she’d swallow acid before admitting it. She’s sure none of the frat boys she’s been with ever really bothered. Too intimidated by her breathtaking beauty and her thorny personality.
Satoru alternates heated make-out sessions with kisses along her neck that will turn into dark marks by morning. Suguru lets herself be overwhelmed by the sensations, the sweet scent of Satoru’s shampoo, her soft, sweaty skin pressed against hers, skilled fingers tracing constellations across her stomach, hips, chest.
«I want to fuck you deep, princess.» Satoru tells her, alternating kisses and little bites along the curve of her neck. Suguru’s eyes roll back, and she answers only with a moan. «I want to ruin this greedy pussy, make you beg me for my cock every time.»
Suguru trembles. Satoru shifts to the side of the bed, leaving the girl empty and cold, forcing down a whine and the urge to pull her back. Warm, soft, the most beautiful thing her caramel-colored thighs have ever wrapped around.
The white-haired girl pulls out a box and flips it open. Inside are a few sex toys, nothing extreme, just something to make her nights more interesting. She doesn’t waste time digging around, pulling out what she needs – her blue strap.
It’s above average, but nothing monstrous, and something tells her Suguru’s seen bigger. She doesn’t care, though, Gojo Satoru is firmly convinced she can do anything, including earning the title of best dick on campus, even without having a real one.
She slips into the harness, securing the straps around her hips with practiced ease. She doesn’t even need lube, Suguru is so wet that just grinding a little against her slick folds coats the cock enough to leave it ready to fuck her senseless into the mattress.
Suguru whines and slides a hand between them, gripping the base of the strap to guide it to her entrance. Satoru bites her lip, deeply pleased by the sight.
«Impatient.» she comments, leaning down to press a soft kiss along her jaw. It’s intimate, familiar, the kind of gesture you’d give a girlfriend, not a hookup. It leaves Suguru a little thrown off, almost disoriented. She’s never been anyone’s girlfriend, not exactly “wife material,” or at least that’s what she’s convinced herself of.
But Satoru is strangely gentle, so focused on Suguru’s pleasure rather than her own, and despite the filthy bedroom talk, her touches and caresses have been kind.
She’s gentle even as she pushes into her, slowly, savoring the way her entrance yields as she fills her inch by inch. Suguru’s breath catches, the sensation warm, climbing up her spine to the back of her neck.
Satoru goes straight for her most sensitive spot, rubbing it gently. Suguru writhes as stars burst behind her eyelids and the spiral in her belly tightens more and more.
Satoru holds her close, wraps her in her arms as she fucks her slowly and deeply into the mattress, playing with her hair and pressing soft kisses to her lips, tasting faintly of rum and lime, her skilled tongue tangling with hers.
Suguru grabs her shoulders, leaving red scratches that will sting tomorrow, and melts into that intimacy she’s been craving for so long.
«Satoru! Right there –ahh.»
«You’re coming, doll?» Satoru whispers. «Make me a favour, let me see you squirt again.»
Suguru is about to tell her that’s ridiculous, she can’t just do it on command, but the moment she opens her mouth, Satoru shifts the angle just enough to hit a small bundle of nerves that makes Suguru see white.
The moan that leaves her lips belongs in a porno, she didn’t even know she could make a sound like that. The liquid that spills coats the strap and the sheets, soaking her thighs and leaving her trembling, spent.
Satoru watches in awe as her cunt swallows the slick toy, moving it lazily in and out, savoring the fading aftershocks of her orgasm and teasing that spot just a little longer, before it becomes too much.
Right before it turns unbearable, the white-haired girl pulls out and unfastens the straps that have left red marks on the pale skin of her hips. She’s soaked, and the movement of the strap against her clit had brought her close to coming herself.
She lies down beside Suguru and rubs her clit to finish the job. The black-haired girl is still catching her breath, but that doesn’t stop her from leaning in and finding her lips.
Suguru kisses her hungrily while Satoru rubs herself harder, right on the edge. She swings a leg over her, straddling her, and reaches down with her hand, finding Satoru’s slick folds, sliding two fingers inside without much resistance.
Satoru isn’t a big fan of penetration, but she gladly lets herself be fucked by Suguru’s hand, who quickly finds her rhythm and syncs it with the movement of Satoru’s fingers against her clit.
In the end, it helps, she comes faster than usual, moaning into her mouth with her fingers buried deep inside her. Suguru wraps her arms around her, tangling their legs together to feel the warmth and closeness – their wet, sensitive pussies brushing together playfully, pulling soft gasps of pleasure and overstimulated pain from them both.
«Didn’t think you were bold enough to finger a girl. I thought you were straight.» Satoru teases, stroking Suguru’s back as she hides her face in the crook of her neck.
The girl groans. «Don’t get ahead of yourself, superstar. I never said I was straight, and you’re not the first girl I’ve slept with.»
Maybe that should have bruised Satoru’s ego, but instead it only ignites something inside her, a silly, almost teenage hope that maybe, just maybe, there could be something more.
Satoru pulls her closer, like she never wants to let her go again.
They stay like that for a while, as the sweat dries on their skin and forces them to pull a sheet over themselves to keep from getting cold.
Suguru almost falls asleep, lulled by the steady rise and fall of Satoru’s chest, her breathing soft, hovering somewhere between sleep and wakefulness.
«This is usually the part where I leave.» she says, tracing the curve of Satoru’s hip with her polished nail.
The white-haired girl props herself up on her elbows. Suguru lifts herself a little too, so they can look at each other.
In the dim light, Satoru is stunning. The glow of the moon and the streetlights gives her a softness that makes her look like the lead in an old romantic film.
«Do you want to leave?» she asks.
«I don’t know.» Suguru answers honestly. «I don’t know, I don't think so.»
Satoru tilts her head slightly, pleased, though she tries not to show it too much.
«Then here’s the plan – we take a shower, change these sheets, and tomorrow we sleep in and have a late breakfast while you decide if you want me to take you back to campus or stay here for the weekend.»
«And what would staying with you involve?»
«You’ll find out that years on the women’s soccer team made me incredibly enduring, that I can give you something no one else ever has, and maybe that we have something in common, too.»
«You really think you can win me over with a little sex?»
«A little? Baby, if you stay with me, I guarantee you won’t be able to sit in class on Monday.»
Suguru bites her lower lip and rolls her eyes dramatically. «Please, promise me that.»
Satoru leans in to kiss her deeply, pulling her closer until she’s straddling her again. Suguru lets herself be carried away, her pussy already throbbing in anticipation of round two.
«You’re insatiable, but I like it. I’m pretty sure I can keep up.»
«You’re very sure of yourself.»
«I knew right away there was something between us. The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted your hands on me.»
Suguru cups her face and kisses her again, letting out a soft sigh.
«I want you, superstar. I want you again. I want to come with your name in my mouth.»
«You won’t regret it, doll.»
In the end, Satoru didn’t know she’d end up falling a little for Suguru, that between one orgasm and the next she’d discover that the sexiest girl on campus was also smart, captivating, and had a sense of humor that pulled her in.
She definitely didn’t expect that on Monday it would hurt a little to walk her back to her dorm, or that she’d find herself thinking about her every waking moment and dreaming of her lips and her thighs at night.
She didn’t expect a message from Suguru the following Friday, or the one after that.
Their first date was almost a month later, something simple – a movie, shared popcorn, a few kisses, everything above the waist, done properly.
When they tell their story, that’s always how they say they met.
Even if only the two of them know the truth.