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Smooth Operator

thirst fic }{ nsfw pls dni if a minor }{ sukuna x reader }{ smutty smutty smutty }{ twerking, mention of anal }{ not proofread and shat out for sure

"This is the uniform?"

Twirling to the side, you looked back at your ass in the baby blue jeans, two sakura branches with the petals attached adorned both back pockets. You were content with them, they matched the shirt you wore; baby pink cropped tee with mid-length short sleeves, coming down almost to your elbow.

The uniform was form fitting, comfortable, and favored your curves in a way that was far past flattering. You were downright sexy and it made you wet just to look at yourself like this.

"That is the uniform. We'll provide you with more jeans and shirts as your time here accumulates. Now, let me show you to your desk."

You followed the woman out of the dressing room, bag in hand mindlessly thumbing the strap as you eyed the women you walked past. They too wore the same clothes, and you paid no mind to the occasional eye roll, or grimace when they saw you walking past them. Arriving to the seat assigned to you, your boss smiled and pulled your chair out for you, "You can get started when you're settled in. If you need anything at all, you have the script right here. This red light will flash and ding when you get a call, and this pink one will ding when you've succeeded each call. I'll be in my office. Have a good day, (Name)-chan."

You bowed to her and sat down in the chair, relaxing immediately when it started to vibrate against your back, massaging your joints and shoulder blades. You were almost dozing off when your red light flashed and a loud beeping sound was heard. Quickly grabbing the phone, you picked up the script and answered in the prettiest voice you could (effortlessly) muster while sighing into the phone salaciously, "Thank you for calling Susurrus~," slowly letting that word fly from your lips, you hummed lowly as you spoke again, "You're speaking with (Name), what is your wish, mister?"

The low groans from the man across the phone were less than captivating, verging on repulsive, but your first phone call was the deal breaker at keeping you around at this job, so you continued and let him groan before he finally spoke, "My name is Mahito, I-I want you to tell me how you'd piss on me."

Straight to the point, you thought. "Hm, well, Mahito~ I'd push my lacy, pink panties to the side, crawl over your chest and rub my pussy on your nipples," giggling between words in the sexiest way, "and I'd feel the drag of your chin against my pussy, rub my clit against it, and press it to your lips. I'd open my eyes and watch you open your mouth, and let my piss slowly trickle into your mouth, and I'd lift my hips so it'd spray all over your face, all down your neck, and share the warmth with your chest..."

He was breathing heavily now, you could hear the sound of a fist rubbing his cock, messy and wet squelching noises following soon after with a groan and the sound of someone else on the other side mewling about the caller being so cruel. "Oh~ are you cumming for me, Mahito-kun?"

His high-pitched moans hit your ears just as soon as you asked, confirming your suspicions, and he was slow to come down from his high, listening to you coo at him as the script had stated to do. "What did you say your name was, doll?"

"(Name). I'm glad I could be of use to you, sir."

"Thank you. I'll be calling you again soon, pissy girl."

You giggled reluctantly at the name, and let him end the call, another command you read on the script before the phone clicked and your pink light flashed and beeped lowly. Placing the phone down on the hook, you sighed and leaned back into the chair lazily. "Wow, great job, (L. Name)-san. I'm surprised you took to the call so well. He hopped right in there, didn't he?"

You twisted your chair around to face the voice, a cute girl that was smiling widely at you, "Oh, yeah, he was... interesting- how'd you know my name?"

She pointed to the name tag on the outside of your cubicle and giggled, "It's on your wall, silly. I'm Suki. I'd love to work with you sometime. You have a beautiful voice."

She was so cheery, happy-go-lucky, and somehow it warmed your heart, smiling and greeting her before she looked o her desk to see she was getting a call, and she quickly scuffled away before wishing you well on your next call.

In total, you'd had around 48 calls that were successful and two that got disconnected somehow. It was supposed to be 50 calls on your first shift, but your manager allowed you to take the rest of the day off instead of keeping you later than your shift to get those last two calls in.

"Just try to make up for those calls tomorrow. I think your first day went increasingly well, (Name)-chan. Let me give you your uniforms."

Following her into her office, she pulled out a box from the dark wooden, cabinet by the window and turned to you with a smile, "Welcome aboard."

You were eager to go home and give your friend a call about your first day and how well it went, plus some gossip about some of the men who called with odd kinks you'd never even heard of until that day.

You had chosen to get a job there because your friend previously worked there until she finished her classes and got into the career of her choice. She said they paid very well and the work was pretty slight, so you wouldn't have much of a problem answering calls and making the callers feel good by word-of-mouth.

When she answered, you immediately dropped the entire load of the workday onto her from the piss kink man, to the super sexy dilf that had told you all about how he divorced his wife per her demand and left him, taking her son with her, so he was lonely and barely gave the kid a name before he allowed her to walk out on him. He sounded so damn sexy and his grunts and moans were the cherry on top that made you so wet, you almost took a break to rub one out in the bathroom.

She laughed as you explained that to her, telling you, "Yes, that job gets so heated. The callers are just wild. Ugh, you're making me miss it all over again."

"Then come back! You got some free time you could spare for the job."

"No, I kind of made the owner of the company mad because I refused to answer the phone for his top-paying consumer and he told me to send in my resignation letter. Thank God it was right after I graduated, though."

"Damn. She sounds rough."

"He. He is rough. He is extremely rude, extremely arrogant, and he is an asshole. I'm sure you'll rue the day you meet him."

Not surprised to know it was a male that owned the company, you hummed in response, "Wow. I suppose he's not cumming like his customers since he's so rude."

"Believe it or not, he's actually dating someone. Well, was. There was some sort of leak about the relationship and he went MIA for a while because of it. He must be really hurt if he's disappeared. And it's been a few months since he was last heard of. People thought he was dead, but it turns out he was just vacationing overseas. Someone saw him flirting with a woman that looked exactly like his ex, but she was a model."

"Tells you enough about the relationship if he's looking for women that favor his ex, if you ask me."

"Oh, yeah, he certainly has a type. As a matter of fact, it's been confirmed by his truly that he likes black women. So, kudos, girl."

"Uh, that's insinuating a lot more than I care to unpack, my love."

Laughing together, you started talking about the job once more before your conversations tossed and turned, and you eventually let each other go to have your alone time.

As you laid in your bed, eyes searching for nothing on the ceiling, you couldn't help but wonder, who is your employer? Is he handsome? Would you ever meet him?

You turned to your side, staring out the window of your bedroom before falling into a much needed, deep slumber.

"She did very well. A couple of the calls were dropped, so she didn't meet the quota, but I gave her a window to get more calls in tomorrow, sir."

The woman stared at the back of the chair, hoping it would remain turned so she wouldn't have to look the owner in the eye as she spoke of you so highly to him.

"Good. I'll be there tomorrow to do some audits. That's all."

She sighed in relief and quickly turned around to leave the room. But before she could even get the door open, hand resting on the handle, he spoke, deep, husky voice reaching more than just to her ears, "She has those sakura branches on her jeans, right?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Gambare~"

"Ganbarimasu!"

"I've only just started working yesterday, sir. I'm still getting accustomed to the routine."

You were nervous in part because you didn't know why this man was speaking to you nor who he was, and you wanted to play your cards right in the event he was someone important. "I heard you did very well. I'm glad to know you're taking care of my consumers." You shuffled the cup of tea between your hands, biting your lip and looking to the doorway for a moment before looking back at the man standing in front of you at the coffee pot in the lounge.

Nodding, you allowed a strained smile to reach your lips, "Very well, sir."

"Ah, Sukuna-sama. Excuse me, but you have a meeting starting in thirty minutes."

You watched your supervisor bow to him when he turned to face her, looking back at you and wishing you good and busy day, he turned away quickly and slinked off to the exit.

So that was the owner, you thought, placing your cup in your other hand to cool it down and walking back to the call center to get back to work.

It had been almost seven months working at Susurrus Inc your call list increasing everyday and having hateful coworkers at how quickly you progressed with the job and the fact that you had been requested, sought after, and switched over to from other operators, taking their clients effortlessly. You were the employee of the month for each of the six months after the first and it drove some of the women mad.

You had gained a few friends though, most of which had been introduced to you by Suki, the girl from the first day who had offered a bit of encouragement to you and was now your hype girl when you were announced employee of the month, yet again.

Your pay rate sky-rocketed and you were making more now than you ever could've working a different job. It was a very pretty penny and you were hoping you could work your way up to corporate to experience a different air of the company.

"(Name)-chan, Sukuna-sama is requesting your audience."

You had been shown a different demeanor than what your friend explained, certain points from that conversation months ago had floated around in your head whenever you spoke with him, but he was kind to you that you couldn't find it in yourself to agree with, nor condone, such words. And upon telling your friend about your first few interactions with him, she was surprised but it quickly turned into a warning tone, something in the way she told you to be careful made you feel something you couldn't quite explain.

Did she mean he was a player, dangerous? Was he trying to put the moves on you?

"Oh, alright. Now?"

"Yes. He's expecting you right this minute."

Eager to keep him from waiting, your supervisor quickly stalked off, ushering you to follow her and you did, leisurely making your way behind her.

Twisting around stairs and through different halls, you came to an elevator that she pushed you into and pressed the button for the penthouse at the very top of the high riser. "See you soon, boss." You smiled at her as she nodded once to you and quickly turned away from the elevator and the doors closed.

You turned around to watch the scenery getting smaller and smaller outside, the glass of the elevator so clean, so clear that if you hadn't known better, you'd assume it didn't exist there. Lost in the view of the city meeting the body of water on the edge of the town, you didn't realize the elevator stopped until you heard a ding, and you turned your head just as the doors opened to reveal your big boss seated on a luxurious, black sofa with gold trim.

He waited for you to leave the elevator, turning your body all the way to walk into the room, it smelled of cedar and hemp, something you'd try to remember the smell of for as long possible because it seemed to relax you more.

"Good evening, sir."

You bowed slowly, pressing your hands together in front of your thighs. "Come, sit."

You bit the corner of your top lip when you looked up at him, breathing in deeply before letting it out and walking around the sofa that was across from him to sit on that one. He didn't seem very satisfied with your choice, and noticing this, you fiddled with the rings on your fingers and looked at the view behind him, showing the other side of the city view.

"Congratulations on employee of the month, once again."

"Thank you, sir."

You offered him a small, respectful smile and nodded once to him. He swirled his glass of liquor that you didn't notice he was holding until you watched him sip from it. Watching you eye it, he offered you a drink, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees, still holding the glass loosely.

"I don't drink with people."

"And why is that?"

He watched you lick your bottom lip, thinking of what else your tongue could lick, how it would feel in his mouth, on his neck and chest, and on his di-

"I just prefer to drink alone. Safety of my own home, you know?"

You offered a small chuckle to keep the conversation light and less awkward. And with the way his hooded eyes drew over your body, pink shirt tied around your waist behind your back, jeans hugging your thighs in the way he wanted his hands all over them, gripping you tight and raising you up and down on his lap, he left too much room between responses that it was starting to suffocate you, and you felt like he was reading you, engaging you in his conversations to get to know you more than he had during those months you'd been around.

He personally went out of his way to meet you, having canceled an audit just to speak with you a few times. He seemed interested and you weren't sure if he was like this with all of his employees or just the ones he wanted to fuck.

And you wanted to ask him, but you felt like it might be too personal, too raw and rude to just jump out with such a question, perhaps a little too ahead of yourself, assumptive and you didn't want to be proven otherwise, so you kept your mind off those thoughts and focused on the small talk you were having. "I can relate. I don't find myself drinking alone very often anymore. Too many meetings call for group drinks."

He sounded bitter when his mind passed over those meetings, thinking about the pains he had to deal with from his subordinates in corporate. "I wanted to talk to you about a promotion. You're a promising woman and I believe you're an asset to my company, my services. What do you think?"

You looked him in the eye for a moment, lifting a brow and sucking in a slow breath, "I think that's a terrible idea, sir." And you allowed a mischievous smile grace your lips as you eyed him, a new feeling thundering in his chest when you gave him that look.

"Hm, why do you say that?"

"I'm a tyrant, in case you haven't noticed. I don't think we need more than one, right?"

He knew you were referring to him, the way he walked, the way he did business, and the way he had many ambitions that he carried out swiftly, successfully; buying out company after company. You wondered why he even dabbled in sexual services, but you quickly reminded yourself that sex sells and he looked like sex, so he could sell anything.

"Alright, girl. I'll accept that. But I'd love to see what you look like in a suit."

A moment of silence was shared, comfortable almost, letting your smile eat up the awkward air once again, and he wondered if your cheeks were tired from all that smiling, but he quickly changed it to wondering if your cheeks would get tired sucking him off.

"Why are you sitting so far away? I don't bite, pretty."

You rose a brow at the name, smile faltering and you tilted your head, "Pardon?"

"Come, sit with me."

You watched as his hand tapped the cushion next to him and you leisurely stood from the sofa and walked closer to him, sitting as far as possible on the edge of the cushion, cheeks pressing against either cushions and he chuckled before placing a hand on your arm and pulling you closer to him before you were fully seated, "When I say sit with me, I mean this," and pulled you onto his lap, you were tense.

He made note of that massaged your shoulders after sitting his drink on the side table next to the sofa. "Uhm, isn't this against your policy?"

He grunted under you, lips pressed into a line and he muttered, "It's my policy, and I'll do as a I please."

He gripped your hips, placing an open-mouth kiss against your neck, leaving a trail to the back of your neck and to the other side of it. "Sukuna-sama-"

"If you want me to stop, you can let me know."

He continued rubbing circles into your backside, letting his hands drop down a little further to press his thumbs into your back dimples and he massaged that spot firmly. He grunted when your hips arched forward, your ass rocking against his crotch. "I've wanted to do this for a while now, (Name)."

He turned you to face him, lifting you off of him so he could turn your entire body to straddle and look at him directly. He pulled your hips down, pressing your crotches together and his hands trailed soothingly up your back to push you down closer to him. "Been watching you work..."

You parted your lips to speak, but he had other plans and took the chance to connect your lips, a gentle kiss before his tongue slithered into your mouth, and you didn't mind biting down it softly, letting him grunt into your mouth when you shifted your hips over his to start a slow grind against him. Reaching a hand up to lace your fingers in his soft hair, you moaned into his mouth while your free hand caressed his neck, down his chest real slow, and to his stomach, where it rested against his flexing abdomen under your palm when he ground his hips up into yours.

"I love the way you sound."

"I get that a lot," you smiled against his lips, a small laugh forming and you pulled away from him, much to his displeasure. He didn't want you to move away from him, he didn't want you to go back downstairs with those clothes and that pretty face and neatly done up hair, he needed to see you ruined at the hands of your employer.

"I need to know something, (Name)."

You licked your lips and looked at him again, resting further up his lap against his knees, hands still on his body at his shoulders. Your head canted to the side in wonderment. "I'm listening."

"Do you want me as much as I want you?"

His tongue worked wonders between your legs, giving you exactly what you wanted but he seemed to be holding back for some reason, perhaps he wasn't as into it as you thought. Leaning up from your splayed out position on the sofa, you looked down at him, hands on your thighs in a vise grip and hair tussled around his head, "Sukuna-sama, is something wrong?"

A single flick of his tongue against your clit had your legs shivering, and your eyes softened at the sensation, "Fine. Lay back."

"No, you seem tense, honey. What's wrong? We can stop if you want."

"I'm fine."

"If you want to be rough, I can take it. Respectfully."

Your eyes meeting in a fiery gaze, he licked his lips before letting a toothy grin display on his mug, "You're sure?"

You wanted whatever he could give you, whatever he would give you. You licked your own lips and smirked at him, eyes lidded and you sucked your teeth, "Freak my shit."

He smoldered at you, eyes darkening even further before he attacked your pussy again, rougher, less mapped out this time. His fingers teasing at your slit while his tongue flicked and lapped at your clit, sucking dangerously harsh on it and you were twitching against him, thighs slowly starting to close around his head when he nibbled on your clit. "Don't do that. Hold them open for me, let me play some more."

You bit your lip, bringing your hands to the backs of your thighs as you lifted them for him to continue lapping at your nectar. "Good girl," he whispered, fingers pressing between your folds to follow after his tongue, rubbing against the bottom side of your clit as his tongue flicked downward quickly. His fingers dropped back down to your slit, pushing inside slowly and scissoring his fingers to spread you open for him, pushing upwards and curling, dragging against the top of your walls. He was still holding back but it was far less than before.

Your moans were like music to his ears, sensual and soothing as you scraped your fingertips against his scalp, letting one leg bend against the bed in a half froggy position. "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up, my love."

"You say it like you don't want to cum..."

"Oh, not on your face. I don't wanna drown you..."

Your eyes were closed, only feeling what Sukuna was doing to you before he pulled his fingers away, climbing atop you in his half naked glory and ogling your fully naked body before leaning down to your face as you slowly opened your eyes. "Then cum on my dick..."

He was quick to pull his bottoms off along with his boxers, and threw them off the sofa, and just before he could press the tip against your clit, you lifted up and pushed him backwards to have him on his back instead. "Let me take care of you first, sweetheart."

Sinking into place between his legs, you took his hot, thick and long, dick into your hands, softly rubbing up and down it just as you licked his tip, a dribble of precum leaking out the head, and it tasted slightly sweet. "You taste nice, handsome."

Turning your head to the side, you sucked on the spot just beneath his tip, darting your tongue out as you sucked to curl around the side of his cock and you bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl over the bottom of his head and suckling harder before straightening your head yet again and taking the entire tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over his tip directly now. You breathed in through your mouth, letting your suction of breath do the work when you quickly disappeared his cock down your throat. His hand gripped your hair, pushing you down by the bun that held your hair up, grunting as he pushed his hips up.

"Mmm mmm," you groaned out, holding his hips down and you pushed his cock further into your mouth, down your throat and pressing your nose against his mons pubis, swallowing around his cock and eliciting a pretty string of curses when you pulled back with a harsher suction before bobbing your head quickly, assisted by a quick fisting of his cock in tandem with your mouth. "Fuckk, just like that baby..."

His voice was slightly broken, hoarse almost and deep and husky as he praised your mouth on his dick, bouncing your jaw under his cock as you suckled at his tip again. When your clasped your hands together tightly around his dick, his eyes widened for a quick second before you sped up the pace, rotating your hands quickly and up and down while you threw your neck in half circles to further stimulate him.

"Fuck, stop."

He yanked your head off his cock, your hands still working him quickly and you smiled at him innocently as if your hands weren't sinning between your bodies. He growled at you, pulling you up to him, gripping one of your thighs before lining himself up with your slit and pressing inside with one inexorable thrust. He didn't let up on his rough, rhythmic thrusts and held your hips in place, the stretch burning so good inside of you and painfully so as well. You let your mouth fall open as you tried to accommodate his size, palming his chest when he gripped your neck tightly in one hand. "You were a virgin, huh?"

He placed his fingers between your bodies, swiping against his cock, slowing his thrusts to show you the little stains of blood on his fingers. "I'm so-- agh~ Fuck, I'm so sorry-"

Between thrusts that became harsher, deeper, and faster, he grumbled against your ear, "Don't... be... fucking... sorry."

Your back arched against his chest, he leaned forward, guiding you to fall back against the sofa before plowing into you at full speed and force now, pulling out a strong orgasm from you, repeatedly slapping that spot with his cock. You were shuddering in his hold, moaning out his name between thrusts and squirts of your love juice over his cock and onto his cushions.

"You've soiled my couch, now you can be sorry, slut."

Your pussy clenched at the name, harsher when he gripped your neck again and tightly held his thumb against the side-front of it, keeping your windpipe locked down and occasionally releasing pressure to watch you take in deep breaths before doing it again and again and again until you creamed on his cock that time. "Fuck, you cream and squirt... nasty bitch."

His hips dipped into yours slowly, feeling every inch of your cunt as your pussy convulsed on his cock again. Drawing out a low, long moan from you as he pushed his cock past your cervix after abusing it a little bit, he felt the delicious tightness of your cervix encasing his tip, hips pressed flush against yours now. Toes curling, eyes rolled back, you shook violently against him, clawing at his back, biting his shoulder and rolling your hips in short circles against him, he held you against his chest, thrusting roughly, sloppily into you before turning over and pulling your hips up and down onto him, too blinded by the tight hold your pussy had on his cock to realize your leg sliding up next to his arm, the other straightening out and you started to arch your back and meet his thrusts in a split.

"You must want to be a mother."

You licked your teeth, leaning your head down to him to give him a kiss before turning to the side and shimmying your hips up to the tip of his dick and slamming your body down and wining your hips in tight circles before quickly moving your ass up and down on his length. He threw his head back in a loud groan, feeling his cock twitching in your heat, you quickly rolled off of him just to turn around on the floor, place your mouth over his tip and suck hard, hands squeezing his cock once again.

When he came into your mouth, grunting and thrusting his hips up into your face, you swirled his cum around before spitting it out onto his dick and looking up at him when you stood up, facing your ass to him as you sat between his legs wiggling it at him, "Quick, stick it in my ass."

fin.

Fuck, I love this nasty bitch.