12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

2 | Two Turtle Doves

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader
Prompt: Your friend is having a Christmas wedding and you are the maid of honor. At the rehearsal, you hit it off with the best man and find your own holiday romance.

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"Wanna fuck in the bathroom later?" You look at the best man, dressed in a black tux with a soft blue vest and tie. His long raven hair is pulled back, half into a bun that sits at the back of his head with a few tendrils left out to frame his face.

He raises his eyebrows at your bold, seemingly random question, golden eyes glimmered with amusement, he grins, wide as he answers, "absolutely."

You grin back before taking a deep breath, hooking your arm through his and walk down the aisle, parting ways at the end to stand in your positions.

You've met Suguru Geto several times over the years, when Satoru and Utahime's friends would get together for one reason or another. He's always been kind, making conversation whenever everyone was awkwardly assembled. And attractive.

You silently watch, itching to get out of the heels you've been in all day as Utahime and Satoru recite their vows to one another. They chose a beautiful venue - unfortunately it's on Christmas, leaving everyone who attends no time to spend with their family.

You watch through the window of the chapel as soft snow flutters down from the sky, coating everything it touches as you think about what an odd couple they are. So different from one another, you can't recall how they ended up together in the first place.

But when he proposed, to your surprise, she was over the moon excited, ready to start planning the wedding immediately.

For a year and half, you dealt with Utahime's nonsense as she worked on putting this wedding together. And you stayed diligently by her side during every breakdown when the venue she chose was booked for the date she wanted, how Satoru wanted to choose the cake because he has better tastes in sweets than she does. How she wanted to force Suguru to cut his hair because she didn't think it would look good in photos. And how last month she decided to completely change the colors of her wedding, and worked tirelessly to help her order new vests, dresses and decorations.

All you want to do now is relieve some stress.

That time is coming close, and you can only hope Suguru is as serious about hooking up later as you are. As soon as dinner has finished, you excuse yourself to find the bar - though Satoru doesn't drink, he still paid for an open bar, and you plan to take full advantage of it now that your maid of honor duties are officially over.

Most people are out on the balcony, watching the snow fall, taking photos of the happy couple, so it's no surprise to find the bar empty at the moment.

Well, empty with the exception of one jet-black haired man leaned against the bar swirling whiskey around in his glass before drinking the final bits in one gulp.

"Fancy meeting you here," you say, playfully elbowing him in the side as you walk up to the counter and order your drink.

"Mm. Glad this is finally over," he sighs, leaning his back against the counter, watching as you pick up your glass from the corner of your eye, "so, still wanna fuck in the bathroom?"

You choke on your drink as he asks this, not having anticipated being asked the moment you walk up to him. He hands you a napkin to clean yourself off before you look up to him, "absolutely," you grin, just as wide as he did this morning.

He motions for you to hook your arm through his, nodding his head to the side towards one of the bathrooms. Once inside, you don't even have time to look around the space before his lips are on yours in a series of searing kisses pushing you back to the sinks and flipping you around.

He tangles his hand in your hair tilting your head to a better angle to kiss and nip down your neck - he doesn't care if you spent hours on your hair and make up today, he'll ruin them both.

You watch in the mirror, biting your lip as he flips up the back of your dress over your hips, kneading the plush skin of your ass with his large hands before grabbing your thong, moving it to the side.

He groans when he runs his fingers through your already soaking folds, avoiding your clit, he doesn't press in, he just teases until you're whimpering, rutting your ass back into him further, begging for more.

"Suguru, please," you whine, "if you don't hurry up I'm going to die."

He chuckles, undoing his belt quickly, letting his cock spring free before running the blunt tip through your folds, "guess you'll just have to die, baby."

You glare at him through the mirror, hands on the sink with your ass pressed out towards him, he gives a salacious smile and wink before pushing in all the way, to the hilt.

Your knuckles are white, face pressed against the mirror as he thrusts into you hard a few times, allowing you to adjust to him.

"Look at me," he commands, so you do, looking back at him through the mirror, his nails digging into the skin of your hip as he tangles his hand in your hair again, holding your head back, forcing you to watch as he relentlessly snaps his hips into you.

"You're making such a mess, baby," he purrs watching his slick coated cock disappear into you with each thrust, watching as your arousal drips down your thigh. Leaning forward, he licks and bites down your neck, eyes locked on one another, feeling your walls clenching around his length.

You're chanting his name, all Suguru and yes as the heat in your core erupts and you're convulsing and spasming around his cock, squeezing him like you want to keep him there forever.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he hisses, pulling out and dragging you down to your knees, and you open your mouth so wide, so pretty without having to be told. You do your best, hollowing your cheeks, licking his tip as he erratically thrusts to the back of your throat before holding your face to his groin, letting out the most sinful moan you've ever heard.

He's panting, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him, how you're his good girl. He helps you off your knees, pulling you into his chest as he pets your hair, kisses the top of your head.

"Merry Christmas," you murmur against his chest, letting your arms wrap around him in a loose hug, unsure of where this leaves you two moving forward, if anywhere.

"Mm. Best one yet." And he really means it.