Haru blowing Sojiro under the counter at Leblanc
Author's Notes: we love sojiharu!
Faint grunts slipped past Sojiro’s lips as a heavenly sensation enveloped his semi-hard cock. His grip on the newspaper tightened enough for the thin paper to crumble in his grasp. Sweat rolled down his wrinkled skin as he sucked in a shaky breath. Below him, Haru Okumura was on her knees and sucking his dick.
A pool of saliva formed in the girl’s hot mouth and threatened to spill out of the slivered gaps between her lips and his thick prick. Clumsily, her tongue wriggled and writhed against his wrinkled flesh but it felt amazing nonetheless. He throbbed inside of Haru’s mouth. Despite how badly he wanted to let her know just how good he felt, Sojiro kept his mouth mostly shut. Dark eyes peered over his paper and bored into the back of Ren’s head as he studied with the other Phantom Thieves.
He hadn’t known about their plans. He just wanted to spend the day with his lover. His much, much younger lover. Things were getting a little easier for them ever since Haru took up working at LeBlanc. Today just happened to be one of her shifts. A low groan of frustration threatened to escape him as he dropped one hand under the desk to grip her fluffy locks. Slowly but surely, her talented mouth managed to get him to full stiffness. Her lips kept a tight seal around his head as she let her kitten-soft tongue swirl and lap against the very tip.
“Where is Haru anyway, Sojiro-san?”
Sojiro blinked. His grip on Haru’s hair tightened as his hips snapped forward and drove his cock further into her throat. He felt her spasm around his prick but in his panic to keep his cool, he simply pushed further and further. Her nose was now buried in his pubic hair as his wrinkled balls smacked against her chin. He felt her hands tap against his thighs in a desperate attempt for some air but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t risk people hearing her gasp and cough just yet.
“She’s... taking care of something for me,” he managed to lie without stumbling too much. Slowly, he pulled out of her throat just enough that his head rest on the tip of her tongue. She sputtered. At least she tried to do it quietly but there was no telling if her friends could tell. That Makoto Niijima was perceptive as all hell, after all. Saliva poured from her mouth and onto the ground below but Sojiro didn’t care. Not when they were this close to being found out! “She’ll be...Mmff... back in the evening.”
Haru pulled herself away from his cock and moved further down to latch onto his weathered sac. Noisily, she suckled on his soft flesh. He could just barely hear her over the sound of the coffee and curry bubbling away and the scratching of the students’ pencils.
Sojiro sighed.
This was going to be a long night.