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Suegiku stays winning
If I had really specific lore for Suegiku and wrote it to post on ao3 ………..
If it would focus on Jōno during the criminal era, as well as touch on Tetchō’s beginnings as a Hunting Dog ……………………
and would be like sinister yurified suegiku……………….
The car ride is silent—dangerously so. His hands grip the steering wheel tight, jaw set, eyes locked on the road, but you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. You push your luck, shifting in your seat, letting the hem of your dress ride up just a little more, just enough for him to notice.
He does.
His knuckles turn white, and that muscle in his jaw ticks. His possessiveness always simmers beneath the surface, but tonight, you poured gasoline over it. Letting another man get too close, laughing a little too sweetly at a joke that wasn’t even funny, brushing your fingers over someone’s arm like you didn’t already belong to him.
So now he says nothing. And somehow, that’s even better.
“Are you mad?” you ask, tilting your head, voice teasing, knowing exactly what you’re doing.
He doesn’t answer. Just flicks his eyes toward you.
That’s fine. You like a challenge.
Your gaze drops, tracing the shape of him beneath his slacks, the way his pants strained left little to the imagination, and you bit your lip, heat pooling low in your stomach. He catches you looking, and his breath comes out sharper, hands tightening on the wheel.
“Stop” he mutters, but there’s no real authority behind it.
You bite your lip. “What?”
The corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s debating whether to punish you with silence or pull over and make you regret every second of your little game. His patience snaps first.
The car jerks to the side, tires skidding slightly as he pulls into a secluded area off the road. The moment the engine shuts off, he’s turning to you, fingers curling around your thigh, thumb pressing in just enough to make your breath hitch.
“You think it’s funny, teasing me like that?” His voice is rough, thick with barely restrained control.
“You’re hot when you’re mad.” You say it without shame, letting your eyes drag down the length of him again, lingering on his lap.
Something in him breaks.
He tugs you forward with ease, pulling you onto his lap, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of him. His hands grip your hips, rough and demanding, dragging you down so you can feel all of him, thick and heavy beneath you.
Your dress rides up, pooling around your thighs, and his hands waste no time slipping beneath it, fingers pressing into your skin, possessive, claiming. You barely have a second to process the shift before his lips are on your throat, teeth grazing, breath fanning, sucking a mark too close to your chin and low from your face that will be impossible to hide.
You shudder, fingers threading through his hair, but he isn’t done.
A hand slides up your back, tugging at the zipper of your dress, he pulled the fabric down your shoulders, exposing more skin to his hungry gaze.
His palms cupped your breasts, fingers teasing over sensitive peaks before his lips replaced them, warm and wet, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. you arch into him, pressing yourself closer, chasing more.
His teeth scrape against your collarbone, and before you can let out a full whimper, a sharp smack lands on your ass.
You jolt, a soft gasp leaving your lips, and his smirk is nothing short of sinful. “Now is when you want to behave?” he asks, voice teasing.
Your only answer is the way your hips roll against him, feeling how hard he is beneath you. Oh, how much he wants to wreck you for every second you made him jealous tonight. He grips your hips, guiding you, forcing you to move just how he wants, shifting your weight, he maneuvered you onto one of his thighs, pressing his hands against your hips.
The pressure against your core made you whimper, and he guided you, slow and deliberate, making you move against him.
The windows fog. The air turns thick.
And the way he looks at you? Like he’s going to leave proof of his name on every inch of your skin?
You think maybe, riling him up was the best decision you’ve ever made.
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