Suguru looked at the unfamiliar number and opened the message:
"Hey Suguru, sorry for the sudden ask, but did Satoru come by your place today?"
A smile spread across Suguru's face. "Aha, it's her," he muttered to himself, already reaching for his phone to start typing a response.
You stare at your phone, waiting anxiously for his response. Your heart races as you see the three dots indicating he's typing. Your eyes widen, and a blush creeps across your cheeks, your mind racing with thoughts: He checked my message right away! OMG, he's typing! What a gentleman!
You quickly close your eyes, shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts. "Ugh, why are you acting like this?" you whisper to yourself, embarrassed by the way your heart flutters at the mere thought of him typing to your message.
Your heart races faster and faster as you wait, the sound of his message delivering making it stop abruptly. You open your eyes and read his message:
"Hey there. How are you? Hope you're doing great.
No, he isn't here. Why, is there a problem?"
Your blush deepens at how detailed his reply is and how he even asked if there was a problem. "HE IS A REAL MAN FOR THIS!" you think, quickly typing a response:
"Yes, I'm good. Thanks for asking! Hope you're doing great too!
Did he tell you he was coming?"
Suguru reads, smiles, and replies:
"Thanks, I'm doing great as well.
No, he didn't mention about coming over."
You pause, confusion creeping in. How come? you think. Wasn't he calling Shoko about going to Suguru's while she was at his place?
He types another message:
"If there is a problem, I'd love to help."
You glance back at the DM, reading his message. A flutter of butterflies stirs in your stomach, and you can't help but smile. You quickly type a reply:
"Thanks a lot.
Is Shoko with you right now?"
Suguru raises an eyebrow as he reads the message. "Why is she interrogating me without getting to the point?" he murmurs to himself, slightly puzzled.
He types back:
"No, she isn't."
You frown at his reply, more doubt creeping into your mind. Did Satoru lie to me? you wonder, feeling unsettled.
You type out:
"Was she with you earlier? Perhaps an hour ago?"
Suguru responds:
"Nope."
You furrowed your brow, disappointment etched on your face at how you couldn't figure out anything. "Okay, thank you, Suguru. Take care."
You sighed, going offline to process your thoughts.
Suguru's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing the conversation. A sweat drop trickled down his forehead. He smiled awkwardly, intrigued. "What's going on?" he muttered.
He dialed your number, awaiting your response.
Your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen, eyes widening.
"HUH, SUGURU?!" you exclaimed, blushing profoundly. Heart racing, you hesitated momentarily before answering.
"Hello?" you said, attempting calmness.
Suguru's voice came through, smooth and gentle. "Hey, hope I'm not disturbing you. Can we talk about?"
You paused, gathering your thoughts. "I... Well, yes. Something didn't feel right. Satoru told me he was heading to your place, but you're saying he isn't there."
Suguru raised an eyebrow, his voice a little puzzled. "Hm? That's strange."
You pressed on. "You also mentioned Shoko wasn't with you, but Satoru claimed he called her about visiting. He said she was already at your place."
Suguru's eyes widened, a brief flash of surprise crossing his face. "Maybe it's between him and Shoko."
He froze, suddenly realizing how that sounded, and hastily corrected himself. "Not in that way—! I mean, they're probably just messing with each other?"
His face flushed as he realized he'd made it worse. "No! I don't mean— Ugh, shit."
Your chuckle echoed softly through the line.
~~~ 🔞
Satoru's arms wrapped snugly around Utahime's waist, pulling her close as they kneeled in spooning-style on the couch. His warm breath caressed her neck, teeth gently nipping her neck.
Utahime's eyelids drooped, exhaustion mingling with pleasure. Her trembling hands grasped Satoru's forearms, her fingers wrapping around them. Sweat trickled down, her chest rising with shallow breaths. Her body relaxed into his embrace, surrendering to the sensation.
Her voice trembled. "You're so good at this... Daddy."
His grip tightened, his teeth sinking deeper into her neck.
Utahime's breath caught. A soft moan escaped her lips, her body shuddering against his.
Satoru's warm breath tickled Utahime's ear. "You're such a good slut, you know?"
His pace quickened, desire building.
Utahime's eyes widened, cheeks flushing deep crimson. "Oh, fuck... I love this." she whispered, breathless.
Her exhausted face curved into a sly grin.
Oh, it's going to be his second time Cummings in me... she thought, her heavy eyelids sparkling with triumph. He's totally going to be all mine in a few days... when I confirm I'm pregnant.
Satoru's mind wandered, even as his body reveled in the moment, I'll slip away as soon as I'm done, can't wait to do wifey. Gotta make time for her, too. He grinned, closing his eyes and burying his face on Utahime's neck while pounding into her. How lucky I am to have two pussies.
💌Sorry— I just felt like writing that–
To be continued...