Well, he was popular with the younger women too. But Suguru’s kindness never went beyond that — just kindness. He ignored any attempts at flirting, politely turned down confessions, and always kept his distance, like there was an invisible wall between him and everyone else in town.

If anyone noticed it, no one said anything. He was still cordial and helpful, so no one really minded. No one except you. You hated it. And part of the reason was because he didn’t even acknowledge your presence, let alone treat you with the same kindness he showed everyone else. Suguru Geto ignored your existence like you were nothing more than a rock lying at the side of the road.

So, being the rebellious, wild woman that you were, you took the most insane route to get his attention — you started committing small crimes across the town. Shoplifting, sneaking snacks without paying, “borrowing” things you had no intention of returning, scribbling on public walls, cutting lines just to start arguments, setting off fire alarms for no reason — anything minor, anything irritating, anything that might finally make him notice you.

And he did. He’d show up every time like clockwork to arrest you. With a barely controlled, annoyed expression on his face, he’d grit his teeth and cuff your hands behind your back. You would wiggle your ass into him everytime, brushing up against his crotch, and feeling the hardness there encouraged you to keep doing it. You really did have innocent intentions at first — you just wanted him to look at you. But the way Suguru was so clearly bothered by you made you realise you liked this version of him more than his superficial smiles. So you kept riling him up every chance you got.

Unbeknownst to you, Suguru actually had a massive crush on you. You were so blissfully oblivious to the effect you had on him and the other men in town. The sound of your voice calling his name would make his pulse spike, and your scent would send heat rushing straight to his face. No matter how much he tried to control it, he would get hard everytime he laid his eyes on you. The only solution he could think of was to ignore you completely, to not even look in your direction.

But you just had to ruin that for him with your antics. Suguru felt like he was a hormonal teenager again. As soon as he would bring you to the police station with him, he'd run for the men's restroom, furiously fucking his fist as his mind conjured up all sorts of dirty, filthy erotic fantasies of you. Later that night, at home, pulling out your bandana that he stole and stuffed in his pant pocket, he'd soak it in lube and stuff it into the handcuffs that you wore. He would fuck his makeshift toy imagining it was your pussy instead. Suguru was positively losing his mind.

Sitting in his cop car, Suguru was hard again as he raced after you, engine roaring as he pushed the speed higher. Ahead of him, your motorcycle cut through the dark, its tail light flashing between the trees lining the deserted road on the outskirts of town. The night air rushed in through his open window, carrying the faint sound of your laughter back to him. The woods stretched endlessly on either side, shadows blurring past, but his focus stayed locked on you.

No matter how much he accelerated, he just couldn’t close the distance — the car simply wouldn’t give him more. And yet, you never disappeared either. You stayed just far enough ahead to keep him chasing, close enough that he wouldn’t lose you, like you were controlling the distance between you on purpose.

After a while, when you’d had your fun from making him chase you around for hours, your speed eased, just slightly at first, then more noticeably — you were finally letting yourself get caught. Suguru’s car sped past you, overtaking your motorcycle, and then he swerved sharply, cutting across your path before bringing the car to a stop right in front of you, blocking any way forward.

The engine cuts off and he steps out. You were so distracted by his handsome face which was set in a scowl, somehow making him look prettier, that you don't notice the tent in his trousers. You step off your bike and start walking towards him, smiling. The moment you’re within reach, his hand shoots out and grabs your arm. He spins you around, bends you and slams you down onto the hood of the car.

Your cheek is pressed against the cooling metal, hands held tight behind your back, when you hear the handcuffs clang. He's fussing with the cuffs, trying to get them around your wrist. Suguru was clearly riled up. As usual, you push your ass back into him and feel how hard he is. Blood rushes up your neck and ears and you sigh internally. Suguru hisses, but instead of pulling away he grinds down into you instead, taking you by surprise.

With you restrained, his hands are free to roam around your body. Suguru slides one hand into your hair, to rest on the base of your head, and the other on the side of you waist. He continues grinding into you, trying to ease some of that itch in his pants. He's so painfully aroused, his leaking cock is begging to be let out and into you. Suguru groans, lost deep in the feeling, until your needy whine brings his attention back to you.

“Just what will it take for you to stop committing crimes and stop making my life hell?” he asks in a fed-up voice.

Wiggling your ass more, you whine, "You know what."

A sharp sound cuts through the air as suguru brings down a hard, fast and unexpected slap to your ass. Your eyes widen and you squeak. It stings so bad, yet so good that you're dripping wet, making a mess in your panties. Suguru sighs, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, please <3," you whine.

Suguru reaches under your waist and unzips your pants, pulling it down to your knees along with your panties. A lewd string of your slick connects your pussy to the soaked fabric of your underwear. Suguru makes a disapproving sound, "You've been a bad girl. You ought to be punished."

He slaps your ass again, the direct contact to your skin stinging harder this time. You swore you felt some of that impact on your clit. Slick dribbles out from your cunt and sticks to Suguru's palm. "Ten times, make sure you count all of them," he says.

You try your best to keep up, counting each slap between whines and moans. Your skin feels rubbed raw, fingers and toes tingling, body warm, and head muddled, as each smack sends zaps of pleasure through your veins. You're so wet that your slick is dripping down your legs, running down the inside of your thighs and pooling on your pants. Suguru's hand is sticky from your cum smeared on it.

Just as you're anticipating the next spank, Suguru stops mid air. He clicks his teeth, "You're making a mess." Without warning Suguru thrusts two fingers into you, pulling a high pitched moan out of your throat. His long and thick digits are knuckles deep inside your cunt. More of your fluid oozes out as Suguru shoves his fingers in and out. Wet, squelching sounds fill the night air. He massages your insides, scissoring, and then curls his fingers to push down onto your g-spot. You buck your hips, trying to get away from the sensation, but Suguru holds you down. Keeping his fingers inside, he massages your clit with your thumb.

"Ahnghh, i-it's too much, w-wait!" you squeal.

"Oh, is it now? Do you have any idea how I have felt these last few weeks? I'm not letting you off easy." he hisses.

The sheer desperation in Suguru's voice makes shivers run down your spine. He thrusts his fingers faster inside you, repeatedly hitting your g-spot as he ignores your cries. Suguru presses his thumb on your clit, hard, and sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll back and you scream his name, body spasming as your orgasm hits you with full force.

You're breathing hard, heart thundering in your chest. "Do not move," Suguru orders in a stern voice. Pulling his fingers out of you he slides them inside his mouth, licking them clean. Your taste on his tongue almost makes him cum in his pants. He moans and squats down, hooking two finger into your pants he slides them all the way down to your ankles. You lift one leg and help him take them off for you.

Suguru grabs the flesh of your thighs and licks the slick sticking there. Lapping, and sucking, and biting, he inches slowly towards your dripping cunt, little red hickies bloom in his wake. Suguru takes a long, languorous swipe along your pussy lips, groaning deep into your core. Your legs shiver, and you whimper, "Suguru, please. My legs feel weak."

"Hold on," distracted by your pussy, Suguru barely registers your words. He sucks on your cunt, drinking down all the juice you give him. Suguru reaches one hand down to his pants, gives his crotch a rub, and unzips his trousers to take his cock out. His tip was sticky from all the precum that spilled in his boxers. Suguru pulls his mouth away to take some of your slick from your cunt, and spreads it down on his cock. He starts stroking it slowly from the base up as he continues eating you out.

The sound of him rubbing his cock reaches your ears, and you blush, growing wetter. Suguru plunges his tongue inside, prodding and poking as more of your slick drips down into his mouth. Slipping his tongue out, he licks you to your clit. Pouting his lips and latching on it, he starts sucking your clit hard. You cry out from the sensation. Having cummed moments ago, the overstimulation drives you over the edge again. Your legs shiver, your knees buck and give in, but Suguru catches you in time.

Getting up, he holds your hips against the car, and slams his cock all the way inside in one smooth motion. You moan, your voice feeling rough and throat sore. He is big, long, and girthy, your walls stretch taut to accomodate him. Suguru's cock slides over every single sweet spot inside, and his fat, swollen tip rams against your cervix, till you're cumming again too soon. He doesn't stop, thrusting inside then pulling out until only his tip remains before ramming back in.

You're too far gone, throat hoarse from all the moaning and screaming, legs numb, and your brain all fuzzy from the continuous, unrelenting pleasure. Your walls are gooey from your cum, creating vacuum that keeps sucking Suguru's cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Suguru grabs the fat of both your asscheeks, digging his fingers in to get a good grip, he picks up the pace. He's slamming in so deep and fast as if he might bury himself inside forever.

Suguru's hips buck and stutter as he feels himself getting close. He reaches one hand down to give a sharp pinch on your clit, making you see starts. Your walls convulse around his cock pulling out Suguru's own orgasm along with yours. Warm, thick ropes of cum fill your insides till you're creaming around his base. His pace falters but he keeps sloppily thrusting in till you've both ridden out your highs.

Suguru is breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath. Sweat trickles down his skin, his uniform clinging to his body, damp and uncomfortable. With unsteady fingers, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, one by one, his movements rough and impatient. He shrugs it off his shoulders, peeling the fabric away from his skin before letting it fall to the ground. His hand goes to his hair next, tugging at the tie to undo the half manbun. Dark strands fall loose around his face for a moment before he gathers all of it back, pulling it together and tying it up again properly.

Still inside you, Suguru slides one arm under your ribs and pulls you up till your back is pressed flush against his chest. Even through the fabric of your t-shirt, you could feel how hot his skin was. Slipping one hand under and inside your t-shirt, he palms at your breast, massaging softly over your bra before he pulls it down to let a nipple slip out. His fingers pinch and roll over your nipple, and he starts groping your other breast with his free hand.

You were barely awake before, but these new sensations were slowly bringing you back. You arch you back in pleasure as Suguru works on your breasts. He gathers the hem of your shirt and pulls it over your head, discarding it on the ground. He unhooks your bra and pulls it off too. The cool night air hits your bare skin and you shiver, still vaguely aware of Suguru's half-hard cock inside you. He grabs your waist with both hands and spins you around, your walls gliding over his cock in a rotating motion, making you both hiss at the feeling.

Suguru doesn't want to break away from you, not even for a moment, especially now that he had given in to your temptations. He sits your ass down on the hood of the car, and gently brushes your hair away to suck on the side of your neck. He's back to playing with your nipples, twisting and pulling on them, till you're whimpering in pleasure. He trails soft kisses up your neck, and the side of your jaw, all the way to your mouth. Then his soft, plump lips land on yours, placing an open mouth kiss on you.

Eyes closed, Suguru sighs and groans into your mouth. He confesses in a husky voice, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"Kissing or fucking?" you tease.

"Both," he opens his eyes and you see the hunger in them. His lips crash on yours, kissing you deeper this time. He puts his tongue in your mouth, and down your throat as if he was trying to eat you alive. He starts thrusting into you again at the same time. Long, deep strokes straight to that one spot he found in you before. You're first to cum, shaking and moaning, till you're drained of all your energy. You slump down, lying on your back with the cool metal of the hood of the car against your burning skin.

Suguru keeps thrusting in you, gripping your hips with both of his hands, chasing his release. Sweat gathers on his forehead and trickles from the side of his face, then drips down onto your chest from where he his hunched over you. With his long side bangs falling down the side of his face, he still looks so beautiful no matter what state he is in. His grip on your hip tightens, he shivers, and throws his head back moaning, and releases into you.

You're both catching your breath for a moment, then he pulls you up to him. Suguru lifts you off the hood and carries you to the back of his car, with his cock still inside you. He lays you down in the backseat, and settles on top of you. You circle your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, as he slowly pushes in and out of you. Your breath mingles, and your moans and whimpers along with the wet sound of your hips slapping together fills the small space.

The moments in the car go by in a blur, and you lose count of how many times you've cum. Two times when your missionary turns into a g-whiz, then a few more in a mating press with your ankles on his shoulders. He then flips you over on top of him and slams up into you till you're both cumming again. He twists you into all sorts of positions till he's shooting blanks and you pass out.

When you wake up again, you're on a bed in an unfamiliar room. You're naked under the sheets, but you feel clean. You look around and see that the room is clean and neatly kept, everything in its place. The bed is made properly, the sheets smooth and fresh. A faint scent of incense lingers in the air, subtle and calming. Then you see it—your bandana, handkerchief, a keychain from your key bunch, a couple of loose hairties, your lipbalm, some rings, and your photos—all arranged on a nearby table as if on display.

You move to get up but hear something clang. Turning your head, you see your wrist has been handcuffed to the metal headboard. Just then the doorknob turns and Suguru enters, carrying a tray of food. He sees you’re awake and greets you with a smile, “Good morning, baby.”

Your heart stutters, then starts racing, the sound loud in your ears. For a second, you’re just staring at him, caught between surprise and disbelief. But then, despite yourself, a smile tugs at your lips. A thrill runs through you at the realisation of what's going on.

It seems like you won't be leaving this place for another week.

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