#geto suguru drabble

[classyrbf]

prisoner!geto who gets sent to the infirmary after getting into a fist fight with another prisoner. His knuckles and lip are bruised and busted and he’s doing the walk of shame down the jail hall. But he doesn’t expect a pretty young woman to be running the infirmary, nearly drooling at the sight because it’s been almost 3 whole years since he last laid his eyes upon one. He’s eyeing you up and down look a piece of meat while you tend to his wounds, completely ignoring his advances because it’s unprofessional. Though, you do find him quite handsome with tattoos all over his arms, a muscular build and his long silky black hair, his smile adding the cherry on top.

“You new here? I’ve never seen you around before.” He watches you put some gloves on, grabbing a roll of small bandages. “Pretty brave of you to be working in all male prison, don’t you think?”

“You must end up in here quite a lot if you know everyone who works here,” you sigh, grabbing his hand and wiping down the dried blood from his knuckles. “I transferred from another prison. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

He smirks, narrowing his eyes at you. “Oh, yeah? Must be used to all the flirting then.”

“Wow! How could you tell?” You say sarcastically and toss the dirty wipe into the trash beside you. You wrap his hand up with the bandage and toss your gloves into the trash. “You’re all set.”

“Did I mention my head is killing me?” He winced.

“If you’re trying to get pain killers prescribed to you, it’s a whole different process. So I suggest you stop lying and wasting both of our time.” You place your hands on your hips, staring at him.

“Fine.” He stands to his feet, tall stature shadowing over you. You step back a little the more he steps closer to you. “I’ll cut to the chase. I haven’t properly fucked someone in nearly three years, and I’m dying…dying to get a feel of your sweet, sweet pussy.” He backs you into a corner, neck craning down as he whispers in your ear. “Think you can help me with that, doctor?”

You blink at him, your throat feels dry and your heart is pounding against your ribcage. “That is very, very unprofessional.” No matter what words come out your mouth, your body is feeling the complete opposite. “I’ll call the guards right now—”

“C’mon, pretty please?” The corner of his lips tweak slightly. “I know you want to. I seen it on your pretty face since the moment I walked in.” He raises his bandaged hand and runs his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sternly say. Oh, but he does. He’s reading you like a book right now and that smug look on his face knows it all.

“Okay,” he chuckles, stepping away from you. “Just know I’ll see you around.” He turns to walk out the infirmary and let the guard know he’s all set, but he suddenly turns back around. His eyes look at the name tag pinned to your shirt. “Such a beautiful name.” He teases. “Bye, doctor.”

[nanaslutt]

Pussy so good he broke the couch

ʚ ft. Perv Roomate Geto

ʚ cont: fem reader, rough sex, dirty talk, spit, unprotected sex, choking, praise, 1 face slap, spit, manhandling, teasing, sexual tension, consensual photography 

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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You and your roommate Geto had quite the routine down by now. The two of you would turn off all the lights in the house except for the small side table lamp next to the couch before you gathered the essentials, blankets, pillows, and snacks. Only the snacks often were forgotten about. Without fail about twenty minutes into the movie, Geto would spread his arm out on the back of the couch, scooting closer to you as he did so. That's how it always started.

Of course, when he made such an obvious move like that, you couldn't just ignore him, right? So you scooted closer to him as well, closing the gap between you as you lay your head down on his shoulder, his body heat seeping into your skin. Suguru would soon abandon grabbing the back of the couch and scoot his arm forward, placing his arm around your shoulders.

The entire time the two of you stayed silent, no one uttering so much as a work to the other as the tension in the room grew. Not even when Suguru removed his arm from the back of you and brought it around to grab onto your thigh, his large, warm hand massaging the skin. This is usually where you start to really feel it. Your mouth runs dry, your palms get sweaty, and you have to press your thighs together to relieve the ache.

"You okay?" Geto always asked, noticing how hot you were getting, and you always answered with a smile and a nod, both of you pretending you had no idea what was going on despite the way you looked at each other like you wanted to devour the other. Suguru would slide his hand higher and higher, teasing his pinky on the inside of your thigh, making your breathing pick up.

Now Geto was fully hard and aching in his pants, thank god for the blanket draped across the two of you. Not like you seeing how hard he was matters when he would be buried balls deep inside you in a couple of minutes. Even when Geto started rubbing his thick fingers against your clothed pussy, making your heart rate spike, your breath obviously louder and more stuttered now, he kept his eyes on the TV, pretending to watch the movie as if he wasn't touching your cunt.

Only when you grabbed his wrist and finally moaned out his name so sweetly, breaking the silence, did the two of you give up the innocent act and give in to your desire. This night was no different, and Suguru was currently caging you in with his strong arms, his cock threatening to poke your cervix, as he pounded you into the couch.

"That's all you f-fucking got? G-give it to me Suguru." You moaned, your words coming out broken and stuttered despite your challenging words and cocky smile to match. Suguru shook his head as he wet his lips with his tongue, his hips never letting up inside you. "You want it harder? Huh?" He groaned against your lips, breathing in your moans, making him dizzy.

You wrapped your arms harder around his neck, pulling him closer against you. Each time he thrust his hips inside you, his hard pelvis was rubbing perfectly against your swollen clit, making your toes curl. "Yeah, give it to me harder." You moaned, your words a teasing barely-there whisper against his lips, making him groan in response, his face already flushed from feeling how tight and wet you felt around him.

"You sure? You look like you can barely keep up with this pace." Geto teased, laughing as he raked his eyes across your face, keeping his hips moving. Suguru pulled his lip between his teeth when you squeezed hard around him, his cock throbbing at the feeling. "You s-sure you're the one who can't handle it?" You teased back, squeezing your legs around his hips, pressing his cock deeper inside you when he thrust in.

You opened your mouth a hairs length away from his lips, feigning a kiss which he tried to reciprocate; his own lips parted expectantly; before you whispered, "You seem like you're about to cum already, need to take a break?" Suguru felt the vein in his forehead pop out at your words. The smile on your face was quickly wiped off as your brows knit together when Suguru's hand constricted around your throat, shutting down any more teasing words from you.

"You're so fucking smart today huh? Let's see who cums first." Geto groaned, emphasizing his words by squeezing his hand harder around your throat. The action made stars arise in your vision, it felt so fucking good when he choke you, the feeling always went straight to your cock. He closed the distance between your lips at the same time he picked up his pace. If his hips weren't bullying you before, they sure as hell were now.

You tried to keep up with the pace of Geto's tongue and he forced it against yours, overpowering you with it just like he was doing with his body against yours. Geto was fucking you so hard, his cock filling you up entirely, leaving no part of your walls untouched as he buried himself balls deep over and over. Your moans were being forced out of your mouth and into Geto's by his ruthless hips, no matter how hard you tried to hold them back.

You moved your tongue weakly against his, your head starting to go dumb from the reduced air intake your lungs were getting thanks to his iron grip on your lungs. You were granted a little reprieve when he pulled away from your lips and sat back on his heels, your legs forced apart as they rested on his thighs. Geto pulled the fat of your upper thigh against him to make sure he was as close as possible before he started fucking into you again, somehow harder.

This new position was making him feel so much deeper. Your eyes repeatedly rolled back in your head as nothing but incoherent moans and whines left your lips, echoing throughout the room, the movie playing quietly in the backround still. You gripped Geto's wrist for support with both of your hands, the action only making him squeeze your throat tighter.

He shook his head watching your body squirm around against the cushions, he couldn't decide if you were trying to escape his cock or get more of it, it was cute. Suguru's face and chest were now the same color, beat red, as your pussy made him go dumb, his brain on autopilot telling him "harder, harder, harder, don't stop, make her cum." 

"Such a filthy girl." Suguru groaned, a pussydrunk smile on his face as he took in your tits jiggling in every direction from the force of his thrusts. "F-uck S-suguruuu-" You tried to cry, pressing your thighs together tightly around his waist. "'S that feel good? 'M I fucking you nice n deep how you like it?" He asked, his balls slapping against your ass making a loud, lewd sound emanate into the room.

You nodded your head furiously in his hold while you repeated, "Yesyesyes 's fucking deep-" Over and over. Geto couldn't believe how someone so fucked out could still manage to look so beautiful. Tears and sweat were sliding down your cheeks and mixing into one, your flyaways were sticking to your forehead and your body was shaking and trembling with every thrust.

Geto released his hand from around your throat before quickly stuffing two fingers into your open mouth. You were too fucked out to close your lips around them, just letting your tongue swirl around his fingers, drool dripping down your chin. "You're so fucking hot, takin' my cock so good pretty girl." He praised, shaking his head at how shameless you were.

The couch made a loud creaking sound with every thrust, challenging the volume of your own moans. It did that every time though, both of you learning over time to tune it out as the sound soon became backround noise just like the TV. Geto's cock leaked pre-cum into your cunt every time you squeezed around him, becoming nothing more than added wetness as he continued thrusting inside you.

He tipped his head back and let his eyes fall shut as he relished in how warm and tight you were, making his balls throb with the need for release but he could tell you were getting close. Suguru hooked his fingers on the inside of your cheek, stretching your mouth open before he leaned over you and gripped your jaw with the other. You were jolted back to reality when Geto spat right on your tongue, your mouth closing instinctively, his fingers still inside, as you swallowed what he gave you.

Suguru sat back up and grinned, his cock throbbing at how eagerly you swallowed for him. He pulled his fingers out from your wet mouth before he pulled his hand back and left a small smack on your face, the noise echoing through the room. You smiled at the feeling, your cheek stinging a bit from where he just hit you, but it was quickly replaced by a kiss as he was now on top of you again, his body caging you in.

"What are you smiling for, huhh? You like gettin' hit?" Suguru teased, squishing your cheeks together. You nodded dumbly at his words, trying to rock your hips back up into him as you kept your cloudy eyes on his. Suguru smiled while shaking his head at you, "so. fucking. dirty." He groaned, emphasizing his words with his hips.

You moaned against his lips when he crashed his face against yours, his hand moving from your jaw to down between your bodies as he found your clit with ease, rubbing against it using small, quick circles. Your moans increased in pitch as you whined against him, his mouth swallowing up your sounds. Your legs shook with oversensitivity. His cock was steadily beating against the most sensitive parts inside you, and now he was rubbing your clit just right? Fuck, it was making you go crazy.

With your arms now snugly around his shoulders, you tried tapping repeatedly against them, a small smacking sound being created from how needily you were hitting him. "Too much? Gonna cum?" Geto teased as he pulled away from your lips. Your back arched off the cushions, your head tipping back with it as you felt your orgasm build up steadily inside you. "F-fuck, fuck don't stop- d-don't fucking stop-" You begged, your eyebrows pinching together with pleasure. 

Suguru's insatiable lips found your neck when you tipped it back. His lips and tongue working together against your skin to suck hickeys and lick fat, hot stripes against you followed by kisses. Just when you were about to be pushed over the edge by Geto's fat cock that was fucking you so well, you heard a loud cracking sound followed by a crash. 

Geto's cock slipped out of you as the couch split in two, your body falling into the crevice, Geto's arms pinning around you. "Wha-" You mouthed, feeling a slight ache in your lower back from where you had hit the broken wood. Your orgasm had fizzled away the instant the couch broke, but you still felt that tight ball of need deep in your tummy.

While you were trying to put together what just happened using your fuzzy, fucked out brain, Geto's large hand manhandling you took you out of it as you were placed on the floor next to the now broken couch on all fours. "W-wait the-" Your words were cut off as Geto slid his cock back inside you all at once, a groan leaving your lips simultaneously.

Geto seemed to be in a trance as he picked up right where he left off, fucking into you hard and quick, his hand dipping under your body to rub against your clit. "S-suguruu-" You whined, reaching for his hand. You must've forgotten you needed your arms to hold yourself up because as you gripped his wrist between your legs from under you, the front half of your body fell forward against the floor. Thank god for the plush carpet under your face.

"Cum for me, I can feel how close you are, cmon give it to me, n-need to feel it." Geto groaned, his words rushed and voice deep as he spoke. All of his actions were full of lust, he was more fucked out than you now. His other hand grabbed the fat of your ass and used that grip to pull you back against him harder, making his cock ruthlessly pound against your g-spot.

Geto's pace was getting sloppier, and you could feel how often he was twitching inside you, he was about to cum. Your knees pressed together and your feet kicked up between Geto's legs, fluttering as you were worked up to your orgasm again. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as he kept rubbing your clit, sloppy, messy circles doing the job just right. "Ohhhmygod-" You moaned through your teeth, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt your orgasm crash over you.

Geto's body fell on top of yours, his hand caging you in by your head as he finished with you, releasing rope after rope of hot cum deep in your walls as your cunt pulsed around him, milking the cum from his balls. The two of your moans mixed together so sweetly, his hot breath tickling by your ear as his body went limp, save for his hips that kept shallowly, weakly thrusting his cock inside you, making sure he filled you up nice and deep.

"Sugu..." You whined, turning your head toward him. Geto let you grab his cheek and pull him down towards you, his lips meeting your own in a sweeter kiss, still a little fast, but more controlled. You pulled away from his lips after a moment to catch your breath, your lips parting with mutual pants as you rested your head between your arms on the ground in front of you. 

Geto sat up and slowly pulled his hips back, both of you groaning at the oversensitivity. You could feel the strange and slightly uncomfortable feeling of Geto's cum chasing his cock as it dripped from your hole, sliding down your thigh. "mmmmmmm...." You groaned in disgust, your thighs pressing together to stop any more from coming out, to no avail of course.

You felt Geto's fingers pull your pussy lips apart as he oggled his masterpiece before you heard the camera click of your roommate taking a picture, your body getting illuminated by the light. Geto retracted his thumb from your cunt as he whistled, staring at his phone. You pushed yourself up on shaky arms and sat on your sore bottom, now facing him. "Did you just take a picture of my cunt?" You asked, looking at him incredulously.

You didn't care about him taking pictures. He'd done it before and you knew he was too weirdly possessive over you to show anyone else. "Yeah." He smiled, turning his phone around to face you. You were met with the apps on his home screen, only they were sitting on a unique backround, your dripping cunt. "Suguru you are NOT using my pussy as your homescreen you freak." You chastized, trying to snatch his phone out of his hand.

He retracted it out of your reach and placed it on the side table behind him before he faced you again. "It's hot, no one goes into my phone anyways." He shrugged, smiling at you, his face still red. You sighed and shook your head, not wanting to argue right now. You reached out and brushed his hair out of his face before you raked your hand down his scalp, practically making the dark-haired man purr. "Feels good." He said, closing his eyes as he leaned into your touch.

"I bet it does." You responded, scratching the back of his head. "You know what's not gonna feel good though?" You asked, keeping a sweet and innocent smile on your face for him to see when he opened his eyes, looking at you quizzically. "Your bank account when you get done buying me a new couch." 

Suguru's face immediately fell into a frown, a bit of a dramatic one as he glanced over at the very broken couch before back to you. "It was an accident." He said pouting. "I knowww~" You cooed, smiling at him through the irritation, "A six thousand dollar accident!!" You finished, dropping your hand and patting him on the thigh. "Good luck!! I want a grey couch this time by the way." You smiled, rubbing his thigh.

[teddybeartoji]

suguru knows that you like him. that you have a crush on him.

he can see the way you look at him, the way you start to fidget when he's close to you. the way you keep stealing glances at his hands, and his lips. his eyes. he doesn't miss how you always end up sitting next to him wherever you go, how your thighs keep bumping into his. how you remember the way he likes his coffee and his tea, how you know what kind of shampoo he uses.

and he can see how you grow smaller every single time anyone else gets close to him. how you avoid his keen eyes and how you gnaw on your lip. how you force a smile.

he sees it all.

suguru is nothing if not observant.

but he lets you suffer anyway.

he gives you warm smiles – the ones that make the corners of his eyes crinkle, the ones that make your heart race. he leans down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, the tips of his fingers lingering on your body just a little bit longer than they should. he lets you play with his hair and he lets you snuggle into his chest during your weekly movie nights. he reads to you when you can't sleep and he holds you when you cry.

but that's all.

he won't let you in any further.

you're stuck out in the rain, clawing at the door like a kicked dog, watching him turn off the lights for the day, only for him to invite you back inside with a sweet smile when the sun rises.

and you go every time.

you want his love, don't you?

[tojiscumdumpster]

i feel like husband!suguru would be amazing to you. he’s the type of husband that would have his entire world revolved around you. if he goes to the store, he’s always like, “i wonder if y/n would like this?” when he’s out with his best friend, satoru, he’ll ask him, “do you think y/n would like this?” knowing damn well, despite what satoru says, suguru will get it for you anyways. it’s not like he has anything to spend his money on. if it’s not tattoos or piercings, then he blows everything on you.

speaking of tattoos… your name was inked behind suguru’s ear the day he said he loves you. yeah, maybe that’s a bit bizarre, but to him it’s not. you were it for him. you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so why not tattoo your name?

husband!suguru loves you. everything about you. how you smell. your soft skin. the way the room lights up whenever you step in because your presence alone is stronger than the sun. he loves how your laugh is music to his hears that blooms a warm feeling in his chest that he never felt before. he loves how your curves melt into his body and the sound you make when you moan from his firm grips and wet kisses.

boyfriend!suguru was one thing, but husband!suguru? whew… feral wouldn’t even be the word to describe it. it feels different fucking you now that you have his last name. he’s possessive over you. he whispers in your ear how much he wants to breed you and excited to make you mommy because suguru seeing your stomach round and full of life that you two created would send him over the edge.

husband!suguru is soft with you, but would occasionally pick on you to start harmless banter. he thinks it’s adorable when you get riled up, and even more when you realize he’s doing that just to see you that way. he’ll always end it with “you know i love you, angel.” because he does.

husband!suguru loves you more than life itself.

[nanamisbbygirl]

i’m feeling so soft here’s a little suguru draft

you usually didn't have bad dreams, but when you did, they shook you to the core. you wake up, feeling yourself already choked up, and looking at the bed, you were so far from his arms, it almost made you feel sadder.

geto feels when you gently wake him up, your small hand against his back, rocking his body. when he turns around, the first thing he notices is your sniffles, followed by the tears staining your puffy cheeks.

"what's wrong?" he asks in a deep but hushed voice. he pushes any messy hair out of your face and brings you close, listening to you explain your dream.

"...and then you kicked me out and said you hated me," you whimper, letting yourself fall onto his chest. his heart ached seeing you this way; curled up and defeated.

he ran his hand up and down your back, hoping to sooth your nerves.

"why would you say that to me?" you whisper, still so caught up in what you experienced in your sleep.

"it was just a dream, baby, okay? you know i would never say that to you in person. right" he asks, tilting your chin up to look at him.

"right. m'sorry... you were just being so mean." he kisses your forehead, attempting to reassure you. geto thinks it works, considering how you snuggle up closer to him, bringing the sheets up to your nose.

"i know, baby, i know. now try to go back to sleep, it was just a bad dream." you nod, fluttering your eyes shut, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

"'kay but please don't let go of me tonight." you request with one last sniffle. geto brings you into a big hug.

"i promise baby, i'm not letting you go anywhere." with that, you're able to drift back to sleep, your bad dream becoming nothing but a distant memory.

a/n: do u guys want a version of this with anyone else?

[chuulyssa]

from people you know to people you don’t: singer!geto

singer!geto with his silver rings clinking against the mic stand when he adjusts it mid-performance. with his fingers running through his long, dark hair just to play on the bad boy persona the media has made of him. with his spot under the spotlight in front of thousands of people to see, who lets the crowd chant in some of the vocals in the chorus while he laughs, gripping the mic and pointing it to his fans, his black painted nails gleaming in the stage lights.

singer!geto who avoids interviews, questions, and who doesn’t sing love songs... but somehow his fans always end up finding love letters in his cryptic lyrics. and he always leaves them unconfirmed too, just smirking whenever paparazzi ask if they’re real or fiction. always answering “my fans are my muse” whenever pressed about his inspo.

singer!geto who leans into the bad boy image of him by the media because it’s much easier to do so than to explain the quiet loneliness and crippling depression he has felt since high school. because it’s much easier to be seen with a new woman every month than to confess to his entire world.

singer!geto who finds himself thinking of you late at night, about what it all could’ve been had he not been so selfish. he doesn’t understand if he’s selfish or just protecting you, but whatever it is, god does it hurt him, and a little voice in his mind hopes you’re hurting as much as he is right now, not being able to touch the skin of your face, or the softness of your lips in his big and lonely penthouse.

singer!geto whose eyes are always searching around in his concert, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces just so that maybe he could find yours, and maybe that would mean he was finally forgiven for pushing you away for so long, for always having his name in headlines linked to other women who aren’t you, for always being so scared of his own fans for you.

singer!geto who’s lyrics are always penned at three in the morning when his imaginations of you are the most vivid. and he swears to his pr team he’s not in love, never has been. yet they all question how the words pour out more sorrowfully than they would have if it had been all just stupid stories of broken couples.

singer!geto who doesn’t know where you are right now after he cut you off that night. so he travels around the world in the guise of his world tours, and doesn’t forget to explore the whole city in case he finds you in the marketplace buying your favourite fruits like he used to, or in the store with the snack you used to share with him on movie nights, or in the shopping mall where he swore he would buy you pretty dresses when he grows up and becomes rich.

singer!geto who wishes he knew how to grow up happy, who wishes he never dreamed his dream now that he has achieved it, who still wants what he wanted all those years ago so selfishly. even after all those “you have to sacrifice to achieve your goals” he says to the world, he wishes you would unblock him on your instagram just so you could match pfps again, so you could post him on your stories saying “my pookie” again, and even though he said he hated when you called him that, he would kill just to hear it spill from your lips one more time.

singer!geto who would always question why most successful people said money couldn’t buy everything, but has now realized that they were right. money couldn’t buy the way you laughed at his jokes, or the way you smiled at the new song he wrote, or the way you kissed his calloused fingers after a long practice session.

singer!geto who looks at small things at the shopping center and thinks you would like them, so he buys them even though you aren’t here to savour them anymore. he doesn’t remember how often he’s been questioned about this habit of buying clothes that won’t fit him, or things on his shelf that most certainly could never match his style. he could go on and on about the meaning those carried for him, but he didn’t. he couldn’t.

singer!geto who’s a coward, too afraid to take your name in front of the crowd of his thousand or so fangirls. what if you didn't like the spotlight? what if the girls got a bit too crazy? was it his fault for picking this career after all? was it his fault he fell in love with you more than he did for the strings of his guitar?

singer!geto who climbs up on stage for the final day of his tour, and it’s in the old city you used to live in. the old high school the two of you would go to was long demolished, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the love you held for him was destroyed along with that building as well. but among the low murmurs of the crowd, and the light falling on their faces, his eyes search for just one person almost habitually.

and he finds her.

you.

singer!geto who’s always been a bit shy when it came to singing in front of you. so when he sees you in the audience, his voice falters, and he forgets his purpose, and although he isn’t quite sure if his delusions have finally caught up to reality, or if his imagination has become progressive enough to project his feelings in the real world, his eyebrows furrow and his eyes squint as if to demand if you were real. if you were really there.

singer!geto who you smile timidly at, too small in the row of his million or so fans, too much of a speck in the sea to be noticed by anyone else. but he notices. he always notices. and you think this is the first time he has taken this long to tune his guitar on stage, and the others might have missed the faint pink on his cheeks. he was always shy.

“you’ll like this one,” he says as if you haven’t already liked the hundred songs he wrote before.

singer!geto who keeps forgetting the next lines of the song he wrote, and instead keeps adding lines that feel more raw, more real than anything anyone has ever heard before. and he has always refused to sing love songs, then why is this one about wanting to be braver to keep a relationship he quit, his fans wonder. but how would they know that singer!geto performs under the stage lights every night, but he has only ever felt seen when he was with you.

singer!geto who tumbles downstage immediately after the performance, hearing the chants of his name only distantly, just so he can scream at his managers to find the pretty lady in the purple dress he had bought for you so long ago and forgotten about after thinking you would’ve thrown it away just like he had done to you.

singer!geto who finds you walking up to him with a sheepish smile, and his breath catches in his throat. he doesn’t want to believe it is real — he wants to meet you alone, not in front of all the prying eyes of his team. his eyes are wide and his lips are quivering, and the only thing keeping him from breaking down completely is the hand you extended to greet him.

“hi,” you introduce your name, and his shaking hands meet your firm ones.

he stiffens and nods, surprised by the formality but not completely so. his fingers clutch tightly around the back of your hand that he knew so well, but now it just feels so unknown. he desperately tries to claw at you, or rather what he remembers of you, the one who has haunted the lyrics of his songs for so long.

his voice is trembling when he says your name, though it feels foreign on his tongue now. have you changed so much that you forgot him?

“i’m a fan, can i have your autograph?”

you could have the whole man if you requested, sweetheart.

but you don’t know it.

you don’t remember.

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

a/n: i have my math 3h paper tmr wtf am i doing here

[itadodori]

sugardaddy!geto who doesn’t play about you. he’s drilled it into your naive little head so many times that you belonged to him. with you going to a uni so close to his job, he was always able to keep a good eye on you. geto had a strict set of rules for you.. the main one being not to let these little boys touch what’s his. that’s why he had such a hard time understanding why the fuck you were ditching class to hang out with some stuck up little frat boy? he thought he’d stop by to bring you some lunch but instead he was met with a disgusting sight— you breaking his number one rule.

“a..ah shit daddy, ‘m so sorry! so sorry!” you buried your head deeper into the sheets as he kept a tight grip on your waist.

“the fuck did i tell you, huh baby? what was daddy’s most important rule for you?” the older man spat, taking out all of his anger on you by speeding up his paste. his hand was wrapped in your hair so tight you swore he ripped a couple strands out.

“to n..not talk to boys! ‘m sorry, i just- mm fuck” with a quick slap to your ass, geto was pulling out of you, slowly letting his hand run down your back.

you thought you would finally be able to catch a break, considering he’s been at this for hours now.. but with geto it wasn’t always that simple.

just as you were catching your breath he snapped his hips back— slamming into you yet again, with no remorse.

the scream that left your lips was silent. your feet hurt due to how hard you were curling them, and your back was on fire because of how long he’d had you in the arch.

“please baby, ‘s too much. hurts!”

he completely disregarded your cries, if anything it just made him become even more rough. you needed this. maybe next time you’d know better than to piss him off.

“maybe i need to get my name tattooed all over this pretty little body of yours, hmm?” you put your hand on his stomach in an attempt to push him, but it just ended in him slapping it away.

“or do i need to breed you full of my fucking cum for you to finally understand who this pussy belongs to?”

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[bluemousewithanxiety]

University Days | Geto Suguru

Pairing: University Crush!Suguru x Fem!reader

Synopsis: After pinning after you from afar for two months, on Suguru's worst day the universe decides to give him the opportunity of a life time: getting to talk to you.

Warnings: University Au, Classmates to friends to lovers, literally all fluff, very fem-oriented in general although details are very vague.

Authors Notes: thank you everyone whose been liking and rebloging, its very much appreciated! This is the end of this "series", but I do have some long form Suguru content on the horizon!

Parts: i | ii

UniversityCrush!Suguru stands awkwardly outside the front arches of the cafeteria, with his lips parted slightly, eyes unblinking, you stand still in a sea of other students fluttering around, purchasing overpriced fruit and caffeine for the morning. You're alone under the warm cafeteria lights, dressed in comfortable baggy clothing, different from what you wear usually, you appear to be in your head, deep in thought while staring at several small baskets of baked sweets, head moving from side to side, lips pursed, nose scrunching up with hesitation on which choice to make. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru shakes himself from his daze, quickily flattening any wrinkles in his shirt, wiping away any sweat from his hands onto his pants, pulling his phone out from his back pocket to make sure his hair looks presentable, compeletly ignoring the texts that appear on his home screen.  

UniversityCrush!Suguru slides his phone into his back pocket, takes a deep breath, fixes his posture, puffs out his chest a little bit, and slowly walks through the arches, and takes the time to slowly make his way around the cafeteria before strolling up next to you as if he never noticed you at all. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru has been thinking about what he wants to say to you for weeks, but in the moment, all it takes a whiff of your perfume and his brain loses all rationality, he blurts out the first thing that comes to his head, “are you in line?” 

UniversityCrush!Suguru watches your lips curl into a small smile and shake your head “no”, but then you pause, your posture changes, standing a little straighter, becoming a bit self conscious of who you were talking to, and eyes flicker his and as they swirl with curiosity, “hey, you're in my afternoon classes on Tuesday’s and Thursdays right,” you question. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru found himself unable to initially form any words. When you stare up at him, eyes shimmering in anticipation, almost entrapping him under your gaze, he just wants to lean in to look closer. He's interrupted by a little voice in the back of his head tells him, get it together, you're just staring at her, he mentally shakes himself from his daze and he covers up his silence with a gentle smile, eyes curling, tilting his head to the side to say, "yes I am, you sit in the front row with your friends right?"

With a simple response, UniversityCrush!Suguru has completely opened the conversational flood gates. Your eyes light up even brighter, as your posture relaxes with your guard coming down, and you start talking with him as if you've known each other for years. You start asking him about his thoughts on the class: "What do you think of Professor Kenneth?" "Oh my god, remember the guy whose girlfriend came storming in last week, accusing him of cheating?" "How'd you feel about the class being punished with a pop-quiz cause of the obnoxious jerks that sit in the back?” 

UniversityCrush!Suguru has a gentle smile across his face while trying his best to keep up with your rapid thoughts and curiosities, answering the best he can without seeming too enthralled by your presence. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru is acting like a little sponge, soaking up your words and being overwhelmed with his bubbling emotions for you, when hearing your laugh up close, seeing your dimples become visible, seeing your eyes crinkle and fill with so much life, he feels his heart beating a little faster, curiosity growing within his mind, eyes trailing over the shape of your face whenever your eyes drift away from his. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru is trying to encapsulate this moment into his brain and tightly pin it to the walls of his memory for him to remissness when the universe goes back to how it was. 

With UniversityCrush!Suguru’s quiet and gentle presence, you start overthinking, realizing the guy you've been crushing on for weeks is standing in front of you, but the small seeds of insecurity start to grow and your words lightly fade off your tongue, you stretch your arm out towards a neatly packaged strawberry danish that crinkles under your fingertips. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru's eyes linger on the packaging as you clutch it near your chest. His eyes flicker upward and notice that your cheeks have started to brighten with a pinkish hue, almost as if you’re more nervous to talk to him, staring deeply onto the tiled floor, unsure of how to continue past with barrier of awkwardness that was accidentally created. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru‘s heart beats rapidly reminding himself that this is his only chance, so not wanting to end this interaction and determined to brush away the awkwardness that has fallen above you both like a cloud, he quickly lifts his arm to grab a similar sweet bakery that he knows he won't eat, and gestures his sturdy arm in the direction of the cashiers to check out.  You look up at him shyly through your eyelashes and softly nod your head. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru and you walk side-by-side in the direction of the cashier at the end of the short hall of food selections. Your eyes no longer meeting his, they're swinging to large fridges filled with sandwiches and energy drinks, people jokingly jabbing their friends, people with crips metal name tags pinned to their chest discussing weekend plans, you hope with these endless distractions take his attention away from you so that he doesn’t notice how nervous you are to finally spend time with HIM, and the fact that he’s still next to you makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter excitedly. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru does notice you not in the way that you think. He walks just one step behind to admire the way your hair curves over your shoulders, admiring the curvature of your silhouette even through you’re wearing an oversized sweater with equally baggie sweatpants, looking at your fingers twitch nervously around a scrunchie on your wrist, his eyes further trail down to the mis-matched socks you probably picked in a haze to get out of the door. Eyes then trailing back up to your face, developing a thrill to see if you will catch him in the innocent act of observation.

Once you both get to the registers, you start digging around in your bag for your wallet when UniversityCrush!Suguru utters your name to get your attention, you look up and he offers another kind smile, and says that he’ll pay for your danish, your eyes widen and speak with hesitation, “Oh, you don’t need to, we just met,” without missing a beat he replies, “let it be a treat on me, for being great company." 

UniversityCrush!Suguru sees the way the cafeteria worker gives curious glances to the two of you, with your cheeks being lightly dusted in pink and the tips of his ears turning red, he senses your silence as a answer as he takes cash out of his wallet without any hesitation. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru and you now stand in the middle of a crossroads of hallways, standing in a silence that can only be broken with whomever speaks first, but neither wants this moment to end as if it may be the last. A faint repetitive, Buzz…Buzz….Buzz…Buzz, comes from Suguru’s back pocket. He closes his eyes and sighs deeply, he’s supposed to be in a class right now. You take this cue to break the silence and leave, as he pulls out his phone, you give him a small wave and say, “I hope that I didn’t keep you from your class. Thank you for paying, hope to see you around, Suguru,” and take your leave. He is just left standing there watching as your figure retreats around the corner towards the library. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru feels as if buckets of dopamine are rushing to his brain, making his movements feel so much lighter. His phone is still vibrating steadily in his hand, his friend is wondering where he is as the class started fifty ago, and he just stands there, questioning his entire existence. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru found himself not being tricked by the mirages of your silhouette anymore, he finds himself being alone with you more often after that point, catching you walking to class without headphones in your ears, seeing you in the library studying from the viewpoint of the front door, cafeteria debates continue early mornings about what sweet treats to get, you linger around the class much longer than you used to almost waiting to leave the same time as him, as much as he wants to spend more time with you, you appear to want that as well. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru doesn’t fully understand why that is; he went two months without seeing you at all outside of class, but now you’re suddenly everywhere (not that he complains about it). What he is unaware of is that you were also infatuated with the mysterious, gentle giant that sat six rows behind you, occasionally turning your head to see if you could catch his eyes staring at you, but his attention was always somewhere else. In reality he didn't want to be caught starring at you.

Since speaking with you for the first time in the cafeteria, UniversityCrush!Suguru has always made sure he dressed his best, his long hair styled away from his face (or down on occasion), wore clothes that emphasized his authentic shape, lightly sprays a specific cologne that only you could recognize as his scent on his clothes (specifically his sweaters).

UniversityCrush!Suguru and his friends happen to run into your friend group in the library one afternoon, although sitting at a large table with more than a dozen seats open, Suguru gravitates towards sitting directly next to you. He will subtly lay his arm on the back of your chair, and whenever you would talk to him, he'd lean down close to hear you much better. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru would be the type if he overheard you talking to your friends at the front of the class that you commute and when you missed your subway/train/streetcar/transit super late yesterday night and had to stand for an hour before the next one showed up, he would find that unacceptable.  The next time the two of you were together, he would casually bring it up when you leave class, that he lives close by (he does not), and he's willing to stay with you until you need to leave.

UniversityCrush!Suguru will stay with you until you safely get on your transit home, sometimes giving you his soft sweaters to keep you warm against the persistent chilly winds. Will tell you to text him when you get home safely. He tells you that if you're ever alone on campus at night, just text/call him and he has no problem.

UniversityCrush!Suguru when the two of you have developed a comfortable routine and his heart only claws for more. He was somewhat hesitate in in the beginning just because he doesn’t know how you feel, but when you reciprocate flirty banter, or when he, from the corner of his eyes, catches your eyes working their way down his body (cough especially his hands cough cough), always makes excuses to spend as much time with him even if that means getting home later, he takes this as a sign to be little bit more bold. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru being the giant that he is, will lead you through large crowds by reaching behind him to interlock your hands together to make sure that you don’t get swept away from him. 

UniversityCrush!Suguru will start asking you to come to basketball games wearing one of his old jerseys. Instead of spending the night celebrating the team’s win at a local restaurant, he will hang around the gymnasium with you on the bleachers, laughing and eating overpriced vending machine snacks. 

When the first sight of snow covered the campus like a thin blanket, winter break was right around the corner, the two of you are tucked away in the corner of the library, in your own little world of contentment. UniversityCrush!Suguru allows his focus to drift away from his work to you.

There is something in the way that your hair softens in the warm lighting above, or maybe the way your shoulders are hunched over your computer, comfortably drowning in the sweater he gave you months ago, the way you always seem to purr when his fingertips graze your arm or brush your hair away from your face, the way your laugh sends butterflies to his stomach, how soft and gentle you are to old ladies in need to the snails on the sidewalk after rainy day.

UniversityCrush!Suguru spent weeks not talking to you, to weeks getting to know you and not labeling this "thing" between you both, and he doesn't think he'd want to be with anyone else, he wants to store all these moments and feelings in his heart for the rest of eternity.

UniversityCrush!Suguru utters a "hey", quietly under his breath. You hum in response, not breaking eye contact with your computer.

UniversityCrush!Suguru asks you have any plans on Friday, and if not, he'd like to take out on a date. Your head whips to look him dead in the eyes, without missing a beat you beam that you'd love that.

Friday comes around and you nervously flatten out your outfit before you get a "I'm here," text from Suguru. You quickily pull on your jacket and lock the door behind you. Your gaze is initially towards the ground, and as you walk a few steps making sure you have everything, once you lift your eyes you see UniversityCrush!Suguru standing in your driveway, dressed in a form fitting outfit appropriate to where you're going, in front of his car with a bundle of your favourite flowers and the ever so charming gentle smile.

Both of you are thanking the universe for bringing the two of you together.

[gumii-bearr]

gumiii the way u write megumi is so <333 woould u consider writing a geto one ??? possibly a cute drabble where we braid his hair or comb it out ???? (his hair is to die for honestly)

you love suguru’s hair.

maybe you’re jealous of how he keeps it so healthy and soft. maybe you’re obsessed with the content sighs that fall from his lips when you massage his scalp. maybe you just like him.

you’re always threading your fingers through his hair, spending the time to comb it out and take care of it— and he lets you, because you approach it with such tenderness and care that he’s not used to.

you’re sitting in the bath, your back pressed against his broad chest.

it’s warm and you may have added a little too much soap to the bath with the clouds of bubbles that form around you.

suguru has his muscular arms wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers drawing little patterns against your soft skin.

your eyes are fluttered closed, soft breaths falling from your pretty lips.

you’re so gentle with him, even when you’re resting, even when you’re upset or mad, even when you’re heart is so full and you don’t know where to put the rest.

suguru likes it best when you wash his hair. you seem to enjoy it more than him but he loves it.

he loves how you smile so wide and how your fingers treat him so delicately. he loves how you are careful to not get soap in his eyes and how you tell him to lean back so you can wash the shampoo away.

suguru knows it’s not just about his hair when it comes to you.

sure you seem to care more about his hair than your own, but it’s your way of showing him how much you cherish him.

suguru is not good at accepting help or affection when he knows he needs it. and you always know when he needs it.

“s’okay, suguru. i want to help”

it’s not just about his hair.

it’s about him and how much you love him.

[ohimsummer]

“i said sit. not hover.”

suguru doesn’t understand why you’re so hesitant. this was your idea, after all. even if you’d initially said it as a joking little remark, he was ecstatic to take you up on the offer.

you huff. “it won’t be hard for you to breathe?”

“does it seem like i care?”

between your thighs, you can tell by the way his eyes narrow that geto is smiling at the newfound pout on your face. “suguru, i don’t want to hurt you.”

he circles soothing thumbs over your hips, softly kneading at the skin. “really, because you’re breaking my heart, angel. so start sitting this pretty ass on my face, right now. properly, like i asked.”

you drift closer to suguru’s awaiting lips. the heat of his breath fans over your cunt. “oh, excuse me for being concerned about my lovely boyfriend’s very eager intentions to suffocate.”

he answers your sarcasm with some sass of his own. “that’s your problem, you care too much. let me taste this pussy already, so i can get rid of all the worry in that darling head of yours.”

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[saeun]

geto, above all, will do anything for his little girl. whether it's spending hundreds on a ridiculously large bouncy castle or a miniature designer bag. whichever fits her wants at best, she'll get it. but there's just one peculiar thing geto finds himself not being able to give her: the answer to her question.

with every ounce of his attention focused on the teriyaki chicken, he tries to quietly prepare a simple meal for dinner. right now, you're participating in your daily naps which lead to daddy-daughter alone time. a four-year-old girl keeps him company during the hard times without your presence.

if only geto knew how many questions a child can throw at him under a minute. he responded to most of her questions automatically, however, there was just one particular question that rendered him answer-less.

"daddy, why do you like mommy?" a harmless question. it doesn't reek of any deeper meaning nor was it meant to throw geto into a spiralling abyss. but why does he like you? when did he fall in love?

he wonders whether it was because you looked at him up and down as if he said the world's most offensive thing or maybe because you accidentally slapped him when he snuck up on you — actually, he vividly remembers and will continue to be embarrassed by that.

it all happened like this: you were waiting for the vending machine to deliver your snack. obviously, you were minding your business, but someone else wasn't. it took nothing but a left turn for geto suguru to stop in his tracks. as if mischievous music had been cued, geto smirks to himself. he has discovered his plan and his victim. no, he doesn't know you, nor do you know him. he's just very, very bored and needs entertainment.

geto sneaks his way to you. his posture was oddly cartoonish for his age: large, quiet tiptoe steps, hands brought up to his chest, eyes squinted for extra focus. according to the getology sugurist chronicles, one must imagine themselves as silence to achieve ultimate silence. real gangsters move in silence, they say.

"hey—" his sentence was unfortunately cut short. the sudden physical contact against his face left him breathless. he dares for whoever slapped him to not — oh!

is this what they call romance? "first love at sight" or whatever the hell satoru said? whatever it is, he's blushing. geto didn't expect such a beautiful, majestically shocked, and a tad bit disgusted lady to be bestowing him with her gaze. right now, as of this moment, he feels like saying, "haha, no girl has ever hit me before," but he won't. he has his own limits for cringing.

"sorry, i got startled," you apologized, reaching your hand out to soothe his cheek.

as if it's a default reaction, geto steps back. "don't worry, it's okay."

"please, let me treat it. it was my fault," you insisted.

"no, no. i'm okay, really."

sighing, you hand him the snack you ordered from the vending machine. "then take this."

and from there, the story of his love with you became history.

whirling himself out of the flashback, geto redirects his attention to his daughter. truly, he doesn't know what exactly made him love you. from the slight crush to marriage, geto's fell in love over and over. there's not just a single moment that hooked him to you. it was just you. not a moment, not a memory. just you. but of course, he isn't going to get sentimental with his little girl!

choosing to go with your first encounter, he answers her, "your mom slapped me and i immediately found her attractive."

"oh.." a confused look dawns the four-year-old. her head tilts to the side, eyebrows furrowed with lips twisted to the side. is daddy crazy? she can only wonder to herself.

geto's amused by her reaction. her confused look is replica to yours — kind of makes him miss you, if he's going to be honest. but as stated in the getology sugurist chronicles (2), one mustn't awaken the slumbering mother hen. he learnt from experience.

[classyrbf]

masseur!geto who had to replace your usual masseuse on their vacation week. You were quite surprised to walk in and find a handsome man in the room, greeting you in the most softest voice you’ve ever heard. You were getting your usual full body massage which of course included getting completely naked. You felt quite nervous when his hands started working their way into your skin, digging deep into the tense muscle, but it’s what you needed after a long work week. You noted how warm and big his hands were, groping at your skin so easily and rubbing the oil in. You also noted how close his hands would get when massaging your thighs, letting his fingers ghost near your bare cunt. He couldn’t see it, right? Wrong. The towel you had covered up with was just slightly too up high, giving him just a peek.

“You have such soft skin already,” he says, nearly whispering in your ear as his runs his hand along your back. “Do you moisturize often?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, every other day—ah!” A small moan erupted from your chest as his hands worked into your back. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, it’s fine. It happens more often than you think,” he chuckled. “Is it this spot here that felt good?” He pressed into your back again, another small moan of relief escaping. He smirked to himself, continuously massaging the spot. “You’re so tense,” he sighed. “Can I try something new for you? I swear it’ll help.” His hands moved back down to your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs.

“Go ahead.” You gulped, keeping as still as possible. His oiled hands met the crease where your ass and thighs met, moving slightly inward. You hoped he didn’t notice it, how turned on you were. Was it even noticeable? Either way it was embarrassing, but it’s probably happened a lot, right? No, he’s going to think you’re an absolute pervert. You took a deep breath in, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Take a deep breath for me, yeah?” His voice was so gentle but so deep at the same time. You tried to shake those lustful thoughts out of your head, imagining him whispering in your ear and praising you every step of the way. God, have you really been this pent up that now you’re imagining sexual interactions with complete strangers? Eventually, you took in a breath, preparing for something life changing.

Your body slightly jolted, eyes wide open when you felt his fingers brush against your bare cunt, his fingers grazing over the skin ever so slightly, enough to make your heart race. But, you didn’t stop him, no, no. Instead, you let him continue, your breath hitching when he took his thumbs and spread your pussy open like he owned it. “Mmm,” he hummed, “I see where your issue is.” You felt him press him body weight against you, his breath fanning over your skin. Goosebumps quickly littered your skin, shivers sending down your spine.

“A-ah, oooh!” His fingers slowly stretched you open, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. His free hands caressed your thigh, moving higher up to remove the towel that was barely covering you. He slowly pumped his fingers, making sure every inch of them were coated with your slick. It felt like your whole body was burning up, both from embarrassment and excitement. You bit down on your bottom in attempts to muffle your moans, afraid that other clients would hear you. It was hard, especially when such an attractive man had his fingers stuffed deep inside you.

“Turn over for me.” He smirked, slowing his movements while he helped you turn over on your back, getting a full view of your body from the front. Your skin glistening from the oil, your nipples perky, begging to be sucked on. Oh, and that face of yours, those eyes that held all your desires and pleasures. He could see just how badly you wanted his fingers. “Remember to relax.” His eyes raked over your body, his hands moving down between your legs again. Without him even having to ask, you parted your legs for him, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit. He slowly began rubbing in circles, your breathy whimpers filling his ears. “What a good girl.” He hummed, running his hand up your chest, taking your nipple between his fingers and pinching it slightly.

“D-do you do this with all your clients?” You jokingly ask, sucking in a breath. You prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watching the way his pretty hands work you so well. He is an expert after all. He puts more pressure on your clit, your hips bucking forward.

You hear him let out a soft laugh. “Does it matter? As long as I do my job, right? Making sure you’re as relaxed as possible? Just enjoy it.” His fingers move from your clit back down to your sopping entrance, two of his fingers pushing their way past your folds. You let out a gasp, your body shuddering underneath his touch. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. I got you. Just allow yourself to feel all of it.” He curls his finger up, pressing against your g-spot each time his fingers drag along your gummy walls.

Your heart beat grows louder, pounding in your ears like a drum. You don’t know how he’s doing this, making your entire body feel hot, your pussy so wet, you’re so unbelievably turned on you can’t even feel embarrassed about it anymore. “Faster, please,” you beg, brows burrowing in pleasure as you continue to watch his movements. He doesn’t say a word but listens to your request, your pussy squelching around his fingers as he picks up the pace. “Oh, fuck.” Your toes curl at the sensation.

His other hand comes down to press on your lower stomach, taking enjoyment in watching the way your eyes roll back and your pussy tightening around his fingers the closer you get. “Does that feel good, baby? Am I hitting all the right spots?” He looks down at you with lustful eyes, bringing his hand up to meet your throat, a firm grip on it but not exactly choking you. You look at him with teary eyes, nodding at him, unable to control your porn star like moans. “Yeah? Yeah?” He coos, staring directly at you while he obliterates your pussy with just his fingers. “I can feel you’re about to cum, aren’t you? You’re right on that edge, baby.”

“Please, please,” is all you manage to say, staring at him with the most desperate look of your life. You can feel that pressure building up quickly, just hint of what’s about to be the strongest orgasm you’ve had in a while. “I’m so close,” you say barely above a whisper. You pussy grows wetter and wetter with each passing second, and it takes everything in you not to completely let go right this second.

His eyes never leave yours, his arms flexing as he goes faster and harder, obsessed with how fucked out you look. “Can’t be too loud, baby, okay? You can cum for me, but keep that pretty mouth quiet.” You quickly nod in agreement, biting so hard on your bottom lip you’re afraid you might draw blood. “Go ahead, let it out for me. Let it—oh fuck, good girl. Keep fucking going.” Clear liquid gushes from your pussy and all over fingers, your squirt coating your thighs and the table below you. Your moans grow too loud, your entire body quivering in pleasure. “Shh, shh” His lips quickly land on yours, kissing you. “It’s a lot baby, but you can take it,” he says in between kisses. He’s greedy, wanting to drain you of every lost drop and drag out your orgasm as long as possible.

“Oh my god,” you pant, finally overcoming your orgasm, your body feeling like jelly. “Holy shit.” You gulp, sitting there trying to gather your thoughts. He presses one last kiss to your lips, slowly removing his fingers.

“Feel better?” He asks with a sly look on his face, grabbing a clean towel to wipe you off with.

“Y-yeah,” your voice is still shaky, “thank you.”

“Of course.” He wipes off your thighs. “Here, let me help you up.” He grabs your hand, guiding you off the table that soaked in your juices. You cover your face in embarrassment, uttering an apology. “Nothing to be sorry for. Let’s me know that you actually enjoyed it.” He knows he’ll quickly have to clean and disinfect it before the other person comes in. He smiles, grabbing another extra towel for you to wrap in. “I’ll let you get dressed and you can pay at the front. I had a nice time with you.”

“Me too, a really nice time.” He laughs at your words before walking to the door to give you privacy. You turned away as well to grab your clothes but then turned back, quickly stopping him. “Wait! Do you accept tips?”

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just a little something while I revise classmate!gojo part 4😼

[nanaslutt]

The nastiest man alive

ft.Geto Suguru

contains: fem reader, spitting, finger sucking, spanking, begging, dirty talk, rough sex, dacraphillia, cum eating, unprotected sex, cumming inside, multiple rounds, established relationship

MDNI

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Geto had you on top of him riding his cock, his thick fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he helped move you up and down on his cock, his feet planted firmly on the bed so he could meet your thrusts halfway, fucking into you from underneath. "Fuck mama your pussy is so fucking loud~" Geto groaned, his eyes glued to where the two of you were connected.

You squealed in embarrassment, your moan turning into a yelp when Geto landed a heavy hand down on the fat of your ass, gripping the skin there. He watched with a slacked jaw as your cunt leaked all over his pelvis, a white ring of your cum sitting at the base of his cock from how wet you were.

Your legs suddenly tensed up when Geto thrust his cock straight into a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making your nails dig into the skin over his abs. He watched your head tip back, your mouth falling open as he quickly caught on, smiling as he fucked his cock into that same spot over and over, leaving you weak on top of him, your body bouncing weakly atop his thighs.

"What's wrong baby? 'S it feel good right here? Hmm? Right here?" Geto teased, watching your face closely as he bullied his cock inside of you, a hand sliding in front of you to rub at your clit. "Sugu- Fuck!" You whined, gritting your teeth together as both of your hands shot to his wrist, gripping his hand to try and get him to slow down--or you were going to cum.

"Nuh uh, just take it, baby, take my cock 'n my fingers~" He groaned, planting his feet closer to his body against the sheets so he could get better leverage while he fucked you. You could do nothing but whine and moan helplessly on top of Geto as he fucked the life out of you, feeling yourself quickly spiral toward your first orgasm of the night from his relentless pleasuring.

His fingers splayed themselves out against your pelvis, his thumb rubbing quickly circles against your clit, the wetness from your leaking pussy making the slide feel so fucking good. Your chin tipped down to look at the man underneath you when you felt yourself approach your high--only seconds away from tipping off the edge.

Geto knew this, of course, he knew your body better than he knew his own. Your pussy was squeezing and pulsing rhythmically around his cock, acting as if it was trying to milk him for all he was worth--of course, he knew you were about to cum. "Sugu- Sugu I'm gonna cum-" You warned him, rocking your hips against his hand, making his thumb rub your swollen clit harder.

"I know baby I know, I got you." He giggled, his eyes flitting between your own teary and your sopping wet cunt, greedily swallowing up his thick cock. You felt the first hot tear roll down your cheeks, the droplet sliding down your rosy face and finding its way to your neck, mixing with your sweat and making it unrecognizable.

"You cryin' from my cock? It feels that good?" Geto asked, cockiness laced in his tone. You would've tried to respond with something just as smart if you could, but unfortunately for you, your orgasm decided to hit you just as his words did.

"Oh fuck- Good girl, I got you mama-" Geto groaned, fucking you through your high. "I won't stop till you're done." He added, biting his lip between his teeth as he watched your body shake and jolt on top of him. Your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice, he had to take deep breaths in order to keep humping his cock into your warm walls and not spill his seed inside you.

Tears streamed down your face from both of your eyes as you came all over his cock, one of your hands falling from his wrist to catch yourself on his sturdy abs, your nails digging into his pale skin. Geto's heart sped up in his chest--of course, he didnt like seeing you sad or crying, but when it was from his dick? That was a different story.

"Ohmygod-" You whined as you started coming down, Geto noticing the way your cunt's spasms calmed down around you, his thrusts stopping in tandem. You gripped his wrist hard, signaling for him to stop rubbing your sensitive clit or you were going to pass out from the overstimulation.

Geto felt like he had come just from watching you, your expressions were so cute when you came, and the way your body was completely at his mercy while you were in such a vulnerable state made him feel high.

While you were busy catching your breath and waiting for your brain to start functioning properly again, Geto took the opportunity to sit up and wrap a strong arm around your body. His other hand came up to cradle your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you gasped and whined from the new angle, Geto's still hard cock was pushing against your most sensitive spots inside you like this.

"Did so good baby, how did that feel?" He asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You kept your eyes shut while you spoke, letting Geto pamper your face with kisses. "'S good Sugu, thought I died for a second there." You said, resulting in a giggle from the dark-haired man.

"Yeah? Guess I did something right then huh?" He asked. It was your turn to laugh at his words, his arm wrapping tighter around your body as he kissed your face, making your bodies press flush together.

You were about to let Geto know you were ready to go again when you felt something wet and hot press against your face, the soft feeling rubbing along the length of your cheek, sliding up to your eye before it was gone, a trail of cold, wet, saliva left in its wake--Geto had just licked your tears away.

You cracked your eyes open, the undersides of your eyes a slight pinkish-red color from your crying. You stared at him with raised eyebrows, your mouth open in a small o. Geto smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your lips, "Salty." He mumbled, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and landing on your thighs as he flopped back down onto the bed, his hair sprawling out around him perfectly. How was it possible for someone to be so handsome?

"You'll swallow anything won't you?" You asked him, faux disgust plastering itself on your face as you leaned forward over him, placing your hands by his shoulders on the bed. Geto's hands came to grip the fat of your ass, massaging the fat there soothingly. "If it comes from you I'll drink up anything.~," Geto said cheesily, making you scoff.

"So dirty." You said, referring to his mouth as you gripped his chin in your hand, shaking it back and forth to emphasize your words before you placed it back down on the sheets next to his head. His hands gripped the skin of your ass before he landed another smack, making your body jolt at the unexpected feeling, a gasp slipping from your lips.

"Only for you," Geto said, smiling as he slowly began thrusting his cock inside your hole. The two of you quickly got back into a rhythm, you shut your eyes and moaned into the room as you fucked your hips back onto his cock slowly, meeting his shallow thrusts. "How are you even softer inside? Huh?" Geto asked, tipping his head to the side, trying to get a view of your pussy that was being obstructed by your body so close to his.

"Was it from how hard I made you cum? Or maybe it's so soft from how good my dick is at loosening you up." Geto babbled, making you clench around him. You felt yourself drip at his words, his slow teasing thrusts working you over so well. "S-stop talking." you chastized, squeezing your eyes together tighter as you focused on how deep he was inside you.

Geto giggled, his fingers sliding down to where the two of you met to tease around the entrance of your cunt, rubbing the opening of your cunt and the base of his cock with V-shaped fingers as he collected some of your wetness there. "Why? My words make you too horny?" He teased, keeping his eyes on your face as he watched your expression screw together as he rubbed the outside of your pussy.

His fingers were gone as soon as they came. One of his hands stayed on your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his cock while the other; covered in your cum; pressed itself to your pouted lips, the unexpected feeling making you peel your eyes open to look at him. "Open," Geto spoke, the teasing tone that was just in his voice long gone as he instructed you to suck his fingers coated in your wetness.

You obeyed his words, your mouth splitting and your tongue falling out as you let Geto slide his fingers inside your mouth. "That's it.. taste yourself for me." He whispered, fucking his hips into you harder, feeling himself throb at the sight and feeling of your lips wrapping around his thick fingers.

You moaned around them, your tongue sliding around the digits and simultaneously licking off the liquid around them as Geto watched you with an open mouth, groaning at the sight. "Don't swallow." He instructed, pressing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth, watching with furrowed eyebrows as you gagged around them.

Geto's body jerked when he felt your body react, your throat squeezing around the tips of his fingers as he continued thrusting them inside your mouth. Drool had started to leak from the sides of your lips, sliding down his fingers and creating quite a mess on his hand. One that made his balls clench with the need to fill you this instant.

"God I love how fucking messy you are with it." Geto praised, keeping his eyes glued to your mouth, his hips fucking into you harder, making you release frequent moans and whines around his fingers, vibrating them. "Suckin' them like you suck my cock, they taste that good? Huh? You like the taste of your sweet pussy?" Geto teased, biting his lip harshly between his teeth, his own words riling him up.

He groaned when you nodded, his fingers popping out from between your lips as he pulled them back unexpectedly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his thick fingers. You watched as Geto brought the messy fingers down to his lips, licking off your remnants.

You cringed slightly at his shameless display of the need to drink up everything that came from your body. He really was a nasty nasty man. A deep blush spread across your face as he pulled his fingers from his mouth after cleaning them off, the hand going back to join his other in helping you fuck yourself on his dick.

"Let me taste you pretty. Cmon, give me a tatse." Geto begged. Tipping his head back, he stuck out his tongue, his hips thrusting into you harder as he waited for you to understand what he meant. The dull taste of your pussy on his tongue from his fingers wasn't enough, he needed more, he needed to taste exactly what you did--and instead of scooping some more up directly from the source, Geto thought of a better way to taste you, a filthier way, one more fitting for him.

"Spit in my mouth mama, dont keep me waiting." He begged, his cheeks dusting pink as he felt himself get closer and closer to his high--waiting for the final thing you needed to give him to push him over the edge. "You can't be s-serious-" You moaned, getting cut off by a groan when he made you roll your ass down against him harder, his cock drilling into your sweet spot from the new angle.

"So fucking serious, I need it, spit in my mouth pretty cmon, cmon, just once, please. He begged, sticking his tongue out once more as he waited patiently to feel it. You felt your entire body heat up at his request. Sure, he had spit in your mouth before, but never the other way around. You were shocked he wanted you to do something like this, you knew Geto was dirty but this felt.. extra dirty for some reason, especially with the way he was begging.

"Y-you're so disgusting Suguru." You whispered, and with that, you grabbed his chin and leaned forward. Geto stuck his tongue out further, moaning shamelessly as he waited for you to spit in his mouth. You wadded up a glob of saliva in your mouth, hyping yourself up you took a deep breath before you just--did it.

Geto moaned a drawn-out moan when he felt your spit hit his tongue, the saliva immediately being swallowed by the man under you before he stuck his tongue back out to show you he had swallowed it, a fucked out smile on his face.

You whined, your lip pouted out in embarrassment before you leaned forward to crash your lips with his, tasting exactly what he just had on your tongue. The two of you moaned and whined into the other's mouth, the kiss being so full of teeth and tongue as he humped his cock into you at an inhuman pace, his balls ready to fill you full of his cum.

"Thank you- thank you fuck- cuming baby- cum- nghhh-" Geto's groan was cut off when you pressed your lips back on his, his mouth opening slightly into the kiss as his cock shot hot ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips thrusting his dick to the hilt inside you, pulling back he fucked the entirety of his cock into you over and over again as he came, his cock hitting your cervix making you whine and cry in painful pleasure as you milked him of everything he was worth.

You broke the kiss, hiding your head in the crook of his neck to whine and gasp into the skin there, the puffs of your rapid breaths tickling his skin. Geto's eyes were squeezed shut as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, holding your body tightly against his, your hearts syncing up to bead rapidly with one another, sounding like you had just run a marathon.

Once Geto's cock started softening inside of you, he started rubbing his hands over your back soothingly, scratching his nails over your skin as he listened to you hum in appreciation into his neck. "You did so well for me baby, you feelin' okay? Anything hurt?" Geto whispered, tilting his head agaisnt the side of your face.

You shook your head, wrapping your hands over his shoulders, keeping your face buried in his neck. "I'm a little embarrassed though." You mumbled, feeling your face heat up with the realization of what he had made you do.

Geto burst out in a laugh, his body shaking yours on top of him. He pressed a kiss to the side of your face between giggles, a heavy hand coming to pet your hair. "I'm so glad you put up with my requests, I love you." He whispered, pressing another kiss to the side of your temple. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you wrapped your body tighter around his, still not ready to come back to reality just yet.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

knight!suguru is more than glad to drop to his knees for his beloved princess.

his rough hands bunch up the skirt of your dress with haste, his pruple eyes blown wide with lust as you try to grab onto his shoulders for support. your knees feel weak, your body shaking with a mixture of excitement and pure adrenaline – this is improper, you shouldn't be doing this.

but oh, how good does it feel.

how good the knight's fingers feel as they dance on your skin, the tips of them ghosting over the soft material of your soaking undergarments. with his face hidden under your skirt, you can only imagine the hungry look he's wearing as they prepare to eat their heart out after a long, tiring day.

you rest against a bookshelf in the dark library, letting the wooden planks press into your upper back, into your soft skin. candlelight flickers across your flustered face, it being the only audience you could ever possibly allow.

what you're doing is risky, it's dangerous – but neither of you can fight the need any longer.

a quiet gasp echoes through the empty library when suguru presses a gentle kiss your core, his fingers tugging on your underwear. he can feel your legs tremble, he can feel the goosebumps on your skin; just like you imagine his expression, suguru does the same – how dark and low your eyes would be, how swollen your pretty lips. he'll get to see it all later, the masterpiece that is your blissed out face after he're done devouring you.

as his tongue lays flat against your needy cunt, the room gets flooded with hushed mewls; taking a hand from suguru's shoulder, you slot it in front of your mouth but the palm does very little to contain the sounds of pleasure that suffocate you. alongside with those, the noises that emit from under your skirt - your body feels as if its on fire.

suguru's hands knead your thighs – the very same hands that have killed, that have taken lives, are now caressing your skin with the utmost care and tenderness the knight could ever possibly muster up. this is his job afterall – to take care and to proctect, in every way imaginable; whether it's him on his knees as they get a taste of the woman they have swore to protect, or it's him dying at the end of a blade for the woman they love – it's the suguru's desire to serve.

he sucks on your clit, he tongues at your folds, drowning in your scent as he pushes you closer to your high with his skilled mouth. your nails dig into his shoulder, with most of your weight now leant against him as your body threatens to go limp, your brain turning into a mush. cries of suguru's name fall from your lips like a waterfall, with the letters coated with sickly sweet honey that reel him deeper and deeper into her core.

the obscene sounds grow louder by the second with suguru now lapping at your cunt like a starved dog, his good manners long forgotten in his clouded mind. there's a whine on the tip of your tongue, a shy and embarrassed one, but suguru doesn't falter even a bit – instead, he moves to raise your thigh up onto his shoulder, the new angle making your eyes roll back into your head with a loud gasp.

with the other hand, suguru guides you to grind against his face, his nose catching your clit with every roll of your hips and all it takes for you to finally let go, is to hear your beloved knight moan into your sopping cunt.

the back of your head meets the wall behind you with a soft thud and your eyes screw themselves shut as your whole body tenses up; you try to close your legs by pressing your thigh into the suguru's face but it's of no use because he simply digs his fingers deeper into your plush flesh and forces them apart again, so he can keep burying his tongue inside you. suguru can't let any of it go to waste – not the moment, not the saccharine slick that fills his mouth.

you clutch onto your knight as he let you ride out the high, your mumbles of 'thank you's' not going unheard in his keen ears.

before he pull away, suguru places one last kiss to your clit, gentlly as ever; his calloused hands glide over your calves and thighs when he places your leg down onto the wooden floor. with his finger hooked under the material of your underwear, he tugs them down instead of up and taps on your foot for you to raise it.

finally poking his head out from under the skirt, both of you need a moment to collect yourselves; completely disheveled, sweaty and fucked out, panting and heaving – your eyes are still heavy with a flicker of something tender inside them.

you watch the knight pocket the ruined undergarments with a kind of sly grin.

for later.

suguru stays there down on his knees, staring up at you like you're the one that hung the stars in the sky. in his head, you did.

when you try to shove his face to escape the wave of embarrassment that's creeping up your throat but when your fingers meet the slick that's covering the entirety of suguru's lower half of his face, you can't help but cringe at yourself.

and suguru falls for you more. deeper, harder.

"can— can i kiss you?"

your words are but a mere whisper, afraid to see the light, but suguru welcomes them with open arms nonetheless. the corners of his lips tug upward, his hands itching to hold her.

"of course, sweetheart."

you hold each other's gaze as he stands, the rhythm of your chests rising and falling matching in pace.

delicate fingers play with the material of suguru's shirt, a certain nervousness flowing through you despite the fact that you've done this many times before. but you always get like this – a bit shy, a bit timid, wishing to nuzzle your face into the his chest to hide from his fond eyes, the attention suddenly too much. it's the effect he has on you. but you still wants the kiss, you still want the love.

so you push through.

suguru's hand raises to his mouth, his eyebrow quirks up when he sees your eyes grow wider. "don't you want me to wipe it off?"

burns, it burns.

your skin burns.

"no..."

and it burns even stronger, even brighter, at the sight of his wolfish grin, shis sharp canines glinting at you inthe soft candlelight.

"no?"

a tease.

a shake of your head.

a searing kiss. a touch of love.

[peppertoastuniverse]

chameleon – geto suguru x reader

contents: geto suguru x gn!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, lots of internal conflict, suguru calls you love, it's complicated lol summary: still crippled by suguru’s defection 10 years ago, you’re conflicted when he appears out of the blue. after all these years, is he still the love of your life? wc: 1.2k

“so, you don’t get to ask me that question,” you whisper brokenly, resolve crumbling. “i had to leave. I couldn’t just stand by and watch while they –“ you scoff. when was it this hard to talk to him? why was he trying to explain things that you already knew?

you hesitantly swallow the lump in throat. how.. why was he here? he carried himself in the same confident manner, his stride echoing in your empty cavity – a place he once called home, the crime scene of his theft years ago. his smile was different, but in his domineering presence you think that you see something that you’ve forced yourself to forget.  he coos your name as he moves closer to you, emerging from the shadows with a greeting dancing on his lips. the same lips that you memorized.  the sound of your unsteady breathing invading your mind. why was he here? he couldn’t be here.

blinking rapidly, you made a point to avoid looking into his amethyst eyes. if you showed a moment of weakness, if you dared to look into the eye of the storm you knew that there would be no chance for you. you would be swept up in his chaos and you were afraid that you would be tempted to walk in his rain. he easily broke down your walls ten years ago, and deep down you knew that he could carelessly take a sledgehammer to the new ones you’ve build because of his absence.

his cold slender hand finds a way onto your face, gently caressing your chin before using his thumb to force you to look up him.

“ah, have you forgotten about me already?”

he looked so different. his cheeks hollowed out, losing the baby fat that adorned his face when he used to smile down at you under your covers. dark hair once tied up so neatly, now fell in waves behind him. you wondered if he remembered the time where you begged him to braid his hair, suguru giving into you easily as he always has. his frame easily slotting between your legs, your warm fingers combing soothingly through his shattering thoughts, how he’d shyly smile as you’d chatter on about your day. looking at the man in front of you, his frame grew wider, shoulders stronger, body filling out his once lanky height. perhaps his shoulders remembered when you’d cling to them at night, how he would instinctively take you in his arms where you imprinted your heart on top of his.

he looked so different and yet you still recognized him. it’s hard to forget someone when they were once yours.

“hm?” he asks, waiting for an answer, moving to stroke your cheek. suguru always played dirty and with you it was no exception. he flexed his power when he could. the familiar action snaps you back into reality, reminding you of the sound of what was left of your breaking heart.

“you fucking left, geto,” you spit out, slapping his hand away from your face, not missing the way his eyes widen ever so slightly.  geto. he was never geto to you, never. even when you fought, it was always suguru, or baby. he didn’t know a geto when it came from your lips. he frowns in displeasure.

“you left.” lightly shoving his chest with your shaking hands, control dissolving into the night air. “without telling anyone –  even satoru!” moving to beat his firm chest, as if to distract him from the hurt in your voice. “do you even know what you put him though? what you put us through?”

 “all because you left in the middle of the fucking night.” another weighted punch, echoing in suguru’s empty chest. reverberating years of hurt into the dark sky.

“without me.” slap. he has the decency to let his control slip, breathing out a subtle shaky sigh.

“…and you show up, what?” you scoff incredulously, bitterness lacing your words, catching on your tongue, a tough pill to swallow. “ – years later! years. asking if i’ve forgotten about you?” you laugh humourlessly. suguru thinks that the cold sound doesn’t suit you, to him you were his favourite song. the sound of the cicadas in the morning, the sound of mimiko and nanako's laughter, the sound of you confessing your love to him on that night when –

“– like you’re the only thing I think about – that I’ve thought about –  for the past 10 years? even though i’ve tried everything to forget you –“ your voice betrayingly breaks, adding to your frustration. you were breathing heavier now, years of repressed anger running through your veins, possessing you to force out the messy words that you aggressively carved out on your heart every night.

suguru effortlessly catches your shaking hands before they get a chance to land another weak blow to him. holding your smaller hands to rest on his chest, he savours your familiar touch.  ­­­he wasn’t a fool, he knew that you could easily kill him if you wanted to and he would gladly let you – it would have been deserved. “so, you don’t get to ask me that question,” you whisper brokenly, resolve crumbling.

“i had to leave. I couldn’t just stand by and watch while they –“ you scoff. when was it this hard to talk to him? why was he trying to explain things that you already knew? you didn’t want to hear his thinly veiled excuses –  didn’t he know you anymore? you were the last person who would’ve stopped him from his goals, didn’t he know that? you couldn’t help but be offended by his gross oversight. “it would’ve ruined your life if you came with me. you –”

“you don’t get to make those decisions for me –!” “– you don’t deserve that.” “what and you do?”

“that’s different.” “don’t fucking lie, suguru,” you spit venomously at his audacity. “you can lie to yourself all you want, but not to me.”  

“no,” he breathes, “never to you.” his eyes meet yours for the first time. in his eyes, you see it. you saw every emotion that flickered through his mind, years ago he was easier to read but in the dim moonlight there was a diluted familiarity that made your heart lurch. was he still there? you weren’t strong enough, afraid of making decisions in his presence. afraid of your own thoughts, afraid of betraying yourself. you didn’t know that the boy who kissed you so sweetly in the rain had the capacity to be this cruel.

you feel his thumb brushing away tears that you didn’t know were falling. as his arms wrap around you, you close your eyes, afraid that he’ll remember that he could drown you in his breathing. you sigh as you feel him pushing your body flush to his. a waking memory. you relish in the way he feels around you, a perfect fit then. there was a time in the not so distant past where you hoped and prayed for this very scenario, to be in his arms again. you wondered if the space that you created together remained untouched right where he left it. “i thought about you every day, you know? every fucking day.” he mumbles, more to himself than you,an airing of an admission. your breath hitches. he couldn't do this to you. “i needed to see you.” he says, voice barely above a whisper, thick words hesitant to flow, as if he was weighing them carefully. he was already chastising himself for his greed, but he needed this. he neededyou.

it wasn’t good enough, and part of you thinks it never will be. you were an idiot, this you knew. but you couldn’t help but melt at his words, despite everything, despite all the death and destruction, he came back to you. he found his way back to you.

suguru sighs in relief has he feels your hesitant arms wrap around him in return, gripping his robes tightly, as if to strangle him. you didn’t accept his apology, but you accepted him – just like you always have. you meet his eyes, though physically changed by time, he was still yours. was he? “ I hate you, suguru.” “mhm.. i know, love. i do too.”

a/n: missin' my princess! i feel like im always screaming when i write for suguru lol -- dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[nanamisbbygirl]

"how was your day su?" you ask him, hands trailing down his vestments, slowly unraveling. you hadn't seen him since the morning, he'd been so busy with the congregation and different appointments. he was exersizing curse after curse, dealing with all those stupid humans. you could see it written on his face, the tiredness, the exhaustion.

"it's better now," he hums, letting you undress him. your bedroom is dim, and you're wearing nothing but a frilly little night gown that would be so easy for him to rip off you. as his own clothes hit the ground, he meets your lips for a kiss halfway.

his body guides you to your shared bed, carefully laying you down, treating you as if you're as delicate as a flower. his body is glowing, radiating his lust for you in that moment. he cautiously grips his hands onto your calves, keeping your legs wide, kissing them gently. he eyes your bare cunt, groaning at the smell of your perfumed body.

after a long day of being treated like a god, he says to you: "let me worship you, my love."

he kneels as if he's at an altar, tracing the tip of his nose on your inner leg, grazing his warm lips over your sensitive thighs. his mouth pressing against your warm folds, kissing and pecking at your clit while his arms continue to pin you in place.

his tongue works feverishly, laced with passion as it laps up your sticky juices. his face is nuzzled between your legs, his moans vibrate on your sex. you can feel yourself coming to a breaking point, as he continues to draw circles with his tongue.

the repetitive, pleasurable motion only sends you closer to the edge, as all you can hear is the sloppy sounds that echo in the room. he eats away like he's been starving, like this is his death row meal.

"sugu..." you whimper, reaching for his hair, trying to ground yourself as you cum on his mouth. he drinks it up, letting his tongue creep into your hole, getting every sweet little drop.

"i love your fucking pussy so fucking much." he declares, sinking his face in, desperate to see how many more orgasms he can pull out of you.