#omygodilovehimpls

Politician!Suguru who can't get you, the pretty and bright rookie, out of his mind. Hell, the man can't even focus on his paper works anymore. His mind is clouded with you, you, and you, which is frustrating for him really. He loves his job, but how the fuck was he supposed to do his job properly if all he could think of is your laugh, witty comebacks, and gorgeous face. There was something about you that drew him in.

Politician!Suguru who was afraid of sending you messages at first, worried about coming off the wrong way, especially as you're both in a very professional industry, one misunderstanding and he's done for. He contemplates, but you beat him to it, thanking him for being good company on the night of the party. Eventually, the two of you frequent sending each other messages. From work matters to good morning texts.

Politician!Suguru who, for the first time in YEARS since he graduated from his PhD, asks someone out on a date. He tries to distract himself by cooking, an activity he found to enjoy whenever things were beginning to feel too stressful for him, but he immediately scrambles when he hears the notification of his phone. Heart racing when he sees it was you. This was so unlike him, he was a respected politician for goodness' sake! not some teenage boy with a crush.

Politician!Suguru who breathes a sigh of relief when you say yes. "Does tomorrow sound good?" he asks, and you hit him up with another yes, immediately making arrangements appropriate for the two of you.

Politician!Suguru who wasn't always the type to indulge himself in luxuries and extravagance, but for you, he had to. The date was going extremely well, with you clad in a salivatingly form-fitting dress, hair down, and makeup done differently from how he sees it in interviews and meetings. You looked drop-dead gorgeous, to say the least.

Politician!Suguru who eventually finds himself at his own expensive home, tipsy as hell with you on his lap. "Must be so tired all the time, hm? You're so tense" you whisper teasingly, massaging his shoulders and making his head spin all at once. What was supposed to be a small glass of alcohol to finish off the night turned into you pleading for him to take you home, and who was he to say no to those tempting lips.

Politician!Suguru who pushes his face in between your bare tits as you grind on his clothed cock. "Must be exhausting playing pretend with all those scumbags, huh?" he nods, throwing his head back and groaning quietly before you get on your knees in between his legs, freeing his cock from the confinement of his slacks. "Got you so worked up. Let me take care of you, hm?" you say as you pump him, putting him in your mouth after. He gathers your hair, gripping on it as he pushes your head further down his length, earning a deep sigh from him.

Politician!Suguru who ends up on top of you, pumping you full of his cock. His kisses were messy, his thrusts were erratic, he was pussydrunk and out of control. "S-sugu-ngh..slow down" you mewl while clawing onto his shoulders. He was built to absolute perfection. You wonder if this man had any negatives to him, because there's none you can see so far. Except maybe the way he was pounding your pussy into his bed was a little too much.

Politician!Suguru who releases his load inside you, not before asking if it's okay of course. He's still ever the gentleman. He cradles you in his arms after you both get over your highs, too spent to do anything else.

Politician!Suguru who's bombarded with calls from his assistant the next morning, asking him about his whereabouts and why he's uncharacteristically late to his office. He, of course, is greeted by your sleeping figure next to him. Naked as the day you were born and littered with hickeys from the night before. He kisses your forehead, stirring you awake.

"Good morning, Suguu" you mumble, still dazed from sleep.

"Good morning, my first lady"

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