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serpentinewriting · 9 days ago

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MIND, MIND GAMES UNTIL YOU LOSE CONTROL

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Where Geto Suguru is obsessed with his boyfriend's cologne.

INCLUDES : Scent kink, slight asphyxiation (reader covers geto's nose and mouth with a t-shirt), top male reader, bottom geto.

NOTES : I tried my best not to describe the scent of the cologne so you can imagine it's whatever you like to wear. Also happy pride! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

THAT PIC OF GETO IS SO HOT PLEASE LET ME HIT

~1,800 words

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Strong thighs rest on top of your own as Suguru sits in your lap, hands roaming your shoulders and chest.

His face is buried in your neck, completely indulging himself in your sinful cologne. His eyes are closed like he's intoxicated as he inhales before sighing in satisfaction.

"You smell so good, baby~" he slurs into your skin.

Perhaps he really is drunk.

He wouldn't be surprised. It drives him absolutely crazy everytime you wear it around him. He's gotten so obsessed with it that anytime he smells one of its notes when he's away from you, his mind short-circuits.

So now, to have it absolutely overwhelming his entire being... Suguru thinks he must be in Heaven.

You chuckle, tilting your head up further to allow him to get even deeper.

When a particularly heavy note fills his nose, Suguru purrs in delight and subconsciously grinds against you.

Arousal sparks within you and you start to grow pent up at Suguru's unending rubbing of his nose into your neck.

You reach up and gently clasp his ebony hair, guiding him away and you manage to get a whine out of him. You bring his face to yours and are met with clouded, half-lidded eyes.

Suguru giggles, inebriated, and you brush your thumb over his lips. Like a tamed pet, he opens his mouth and lets you caress his tongue.

"I can't believe how needy you are just from my cologne," you tease.

The words fly straight past him and he doesn't respond, only closing his mouth around your digit and sucking on it.

You watch him with a cocky smirk on your face, enjoying how docile he is for you.

He moans around your thumb as your other hand slips under his shirt and begins playing with his chest. This seems to have brought him back down to Earth as he suddenly pulls back and teasingly takes his t-shirt off.

Instantly, you run your hands across his toned torso and he moans again as you begin licking and teasing his nipples. He grasps your hair, shoving your head even closer to him and harshly grinds into you.

Your teeth graze his nipple and he jerks, earning you a choked yelp as he yanks you away from his chest.

Your hands fall to his clothed ass, giving it a light squeeze and his eyes widen. He squirms in your lap, starting to get slightly flustered as he realises how submissive you've made him.

Before he can try and get back at you, you grab his waist and force him off your lap, now standing between your legs. He looks down at you, stunned, until you quickly pull his pants down.

"[N-Name]!?--" he gasps, going red in the face.

He shyly tries to cover his hard dick that's now in-line with your mouth, yet you're having none of it. You bat his hands away, a dark look in your eyes as you grab his neck and tug him down to you for a heated kiss.

He whines, your fatal cologne returning to him and making him desperately grab your shoulders. Hand still on his throat, you shove him away again to speak.

"Won't be so embarrassing if you're not the only one undressed, Suguru~” you hint, your voice deep with desire.

It takes a moment for the words to register in his blurry mind, but your partner eventually understands and his eyes light up in excitement.

He then gets to work taking off each article of clothing on your body, trying his best not to ogle at you.

When you're finally nude, he eagerly settles back down on your lap and smashes his soft lips into yours.

You both groan at the sensation of your dicks rubbing against each other and Suguru breaks the kiss to watch them with hunger.

You shift the two of you further up the bed so your legs are no longer hanging off and Suguru is hit with another wave of your cologne. Convinced he has hearts in his eyes, his head lolls onto your shoulder and he lets your scent take over his senses.

The trance your cologne sends him into doesn't break when you click open the bottle of lube (or in fact when you reach over for it), nor even when you slowly start to work him open with lubed fingers. He simply hums in contentment as the pleasure gets stronger.

As you scissor his walls open, Suguru wraps his arms around your neck and gets as close to you as he possibly can, planting small kisses along your skin.

He's so drunk off your scent that he barely registers you pulling your fingers out of his hole. It's only when your fat tip eases into him that he reacts with a long, breathy moan.

"Fuck~" Suguru sighs, his words slightly muffled by your shoulder as his head drops onto it.

Deciding your lover is too far gone to ride you himself, you hold his hips and gently push him further down your length. He whines the entire way until you're fully nestled inside him.

You keep your gentle manner as you lightly take him up and down your dick.

"M-More...More~" he slurs, completely taken over by you.

You obey his wishes and add more force to your movements, meeting him on the way down by snapping your hips up.

Suguru goes practically limp in your arms, your delicious scent keeping him dazed. You feel his nose gliding against your jaw as he tries to inhale more of you, his precious moans hot against your skin.

Wanting to see his pretty facial expressions, you bring one of your hands up to softly cup his cheek and bring him up to your eye level. You're blessed with Suguru's unfocused gaze on yours, his long hair all messed up and the slightest bit of saliva escaping his lips.

Suddenly, you hit his prostate, earning yourself a higher-pitched moan from Suguru as he jolts out of his haze.

"O-Oh, fuck! Fuck, [Name]!" Suguru almost yells as you pick up the pace.

The black-haired boy throws his head back as the pleasure intensifies inside of him. You grab the back of his head and quickly pull him in for a kiss, the faint linger of cologne on your wrist enough to send him into a spiral again.

"[N-Name]--!!" he cries.

He grips you tightly and just before everything unfurls for him - you pull out. He screams your name but you cut him off by flipping the two of you over and pressing him into the mattress, his ass arched into the air.

The drug that is your cologne is now replaced by the smell of linen from your pillows, causing Suguru to immediately push himself up and whip his head round to look at you in objection.

You pause.

"Yes?" you ask, confused.

Embarrassed, Suguru grasps your wrist and brings it to his lips, softly kissing it whilst inhaling your cologne again.

"Ah," you realise. "You really are obsessed with my cologne, huh?"

Suguru simply hums in response and kisses your wrist again.

You figure Suguru will protest if you retract your hand, so you scan the room for something that you could replace it with. As he nuzzles into your palm, your eyes fall on your discarded t-shirt that had been thrown carelessly to the side whilst you two were undressing.

Luckily, it had landed on the bed, making it easy for you to reach over and grab it. When you pick it up, it hits you with a vague smell of your cologne and you hope that it's enough to satisfy your boyfriend.

You offer it to him and he chuckles as he sees it, gladly taking the t-shirt and burrowing into it.

He arches his back for you and settles into a comfortable position.

You take a moment to cherish the way his ass is presented to you before pushing your cock back into it.

He moans deeply into your t-shirt as you give him no time to adjust, instantly getting into a rapid pace of harsh thrusts.

Suguru closes his eyes in ecstasy, getting pounded deeper and deeper into your shirt that he clings to.

His tight walls are warm around your dick, sending you into your own addicted haze.

After a while, you look down at your boyfriend's fucked-out face and notice he's lost the strength to keep ahold of your t-shirt.

That won't do.

You seize the ends of his long hair with one hand and yank his head up, shoving the t-shirt over his mouth and nose with your other hand.

The only reaction he can give is blown wide eyes which quickly cross over as your scent wholly infiltrates his senses. At this point, he swears it gets caught in his throat as he tries to breathe in through the fabric.

He holds your hand strongly, unsure whether he's trying to pry you off or somehow push your scent even deeper into him.

His entire being is overwhelmed by you as you continue to pound into him from behind, his once lost orgasm threatening to rush through him.

The room is filled by the sounds of your low pants, Suguru's muted cries and whimpers and the wet clapping of your skin hitting each other.

Suguru's starting to get light-headed from the lack of air, yet he can't bring himself to move away and free himself from your thrilling torture. His nails dig into the back of your hand and you hiss at the pain, retaliating by hammering into him even harder.

If it isn't for the cloth blocking his sounds, the wail Suguru lets out would certainly be heard throughout the whole neighbourhood.

Suguru feels himself teetering over the edge and when he begins to think he can't handle anymore, you pull the t-shirt away and he gasps the air in like a man drowning.

The repeated slams into his poor prostate bring his orgasm surging through him like a flood. His thighs shake, almost unable to hold his lower half up anymore and he paints the sheets under him white.

"F-Fuck! Oh my God, [N-Name], P-PLEASE~!" he screams, begging you to slow down and fill him already.

His desperate noises bring on your own intense orgasm, thick ropes of cum spilling into Suguru's tight hole.

As he feels your warmth coating his walls, he mewls. The last of your cologne leaves his brain and he swears the room spins around him for a second.

You also take some time to adjust after pulling out. It's only when you hear a small, "[N-Name]..." coming from a teary-eyed Suguru that you’re grounded.

You quickly move up and sit next to him, pulling him into your chest and tenderly stroking his head, Suguru weakly wrapping his arms around your waist.

"That was amazing..." he rasps.

He presses one last soft kiss onto the side of your neck and giggles.

You're starting to question if your cologne has some aphrodisiac properties in it…

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#top male reader #geto suguru x male reader #geto x male reader #suguru x male reader #bottom geto suguru #bottom geto suguru x top male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #bottom character

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serpentinewriting · 25 days ago

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I ONLY CALL YOU WHEN IT'S HALF-PAST FIVE

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Where Geto Suguru sucks his crush off in a fancy rooftop bar.

INCLUDES : Suits, blowjobs, oral sex (m! receiving), sex in public?, technically it's in public but nobody can see, Suguru and reader are like 19/20.

NOTES : Wrote this bc suits are hot.

~1,400 words.

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Suguru sighs as you both step outside.

The entire ground floor of the hotel, from the lobby to the restaurant, was flooded with people, making it almost impossible to breathe. The elevator was also packed with guests coming down to join the fun, making the stairs your only gateway to freedom.

You and Suguru ended up being paired on a mission to exorcise a special grade that was lurking somewhere in one of the grandest hotels in Japan. Unfortunately, there was some sort of business party happening at the exact same time you two were scheduled to be there.

After finally managing to deal with the curse, you and Suguru escaped to the rooftop bar which is, thankfully, empty.

You stretch your arms above your head and your partner glances at your exposed stomach. Flustered, he quickly averts his gaze to the neon city below him. It was late, and the lights of the bar cast a warm glow on the both of you.

You sit down on one of the sofas and lazily take off your suit jacket, throwing it over the back of the chair. The two of you had been forced to wear suits to 'fit in with the other guests', which you scoffed at when you heard it.

You slouch into the comfort of the pillows, uncaring of how unprofessional you look and close your eyes.

Suguru takes the opportunity to properly ogle at you. Fuck, you're so hot to him without even trying.

The way your legs are splayed open like you own the place, the way the first few buttons of your shirt are undone and your black tie hangs loosely over your chest, hiding what he desperately wants to see.

The way your hair is messed up from dealing with the curse and your chest rises and falls deeply as you recover from the stairs.

There's no way he can let you get away when you look this good, he tells himself.

"Tired?" He asks, trying to act nonchalant.

You simply hum back in response and he blushes. He needs you so bad.

"We could probably stay here for a little while," he subtly tries to persuade you.

"It is nice here," you state, adjusting yourself slightly to sink deeper into the chair.

Suguru bites his lip.

"What would you like to do?" he nearly punches himself for sounding so stupid.

At this, you open your eyes to look at him.

"Did you have something in mind?" You grin.

Suguru hesitates.

"No..."

You sit up, watching Suguru fidget anxiously and look down at the ground.

You're slightly disappointed at his lack of confidence.

You've liked Suguru for a long time, yet you always thought he was never interested in you. However, recently, you caught him staring at you a lot. You decided to chance it one day and 'accidentally' brush against his arm as you were standing beside him and you were rewarded with Suguru going red and avoiding your eyes.

Perhaps tonight is the night you get a bit more risky.

"I mean, nobody else is here," you point out. "We could do anything we want."

After a moment, Suguru meets your gaze.

"Anything..?" he repeats, a small smile on his face.

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The next thing you know, Suguru is sitting right beside you, grasping your shirt as you both intensely make out on the sofa. Your arms snake around his torso and he avidly pulls your tie off. As if testing how far he can go, his hands travel into your shirt and he begins fondling your chest.

You giggle against his lips and in return push his jacket off his shoulders and let it drop behind him. His heart skips as you undo each other's shirt buttons and practically grope one another.

Suguru groans into the kiss as your fingers brush over his nipples and eventually you two pull back for air. You take a second to admire his flushed face before reaching up and setting his hair loose from the bun it's held up in. He whines at the sudden pain of you accidentally pulling some of his hair then instantly shuts himself up, hoping you somehow didn't hear him.

If you did, you decided to ignore him as you slide his now undone tie off and discard it.

He presses himself closer into you and gasps as your chests rub against each other. You resume the kisses and he fumbles to remove your belt, shoving your clothes down just enough to free your aching cock.

He pulls back and nearly drools at the sight of it.

"Well?" you tease.

Suguru gulps and slowly leans down, flicking his pink tongue onto your tip. He hasn't done anything like this before, yet the slight gasp he draws from you beckons him to do more.

He moves to sit on his knees between your legs and looks up at you endearingly as he takes you in his hands. He makes a few jerking motions until you place your hand on the back of his head, gently tugging him forward.

Your dick throbs as Suguru maintains eye contact with you and takes your tip into his warm mouth. He struggles to accommodate your girth and quickly takes it out.

"Breathe, Suguru," you stroke his head as tears form in his eyes.

Suguru takes a deep breath before wrapping his lips around your cockhead again, making sure to inhale through his nose. He is more confident this time and closes his eyes, moving further down your length.

After reaching halfway, he pulls back again and licks up the underside of your dick. He's already becoming addicted to your taste and laps up your precum like a kitten. He opens his eyes to check your reaction and is pleased to see you watching him with hazy eyes, breathing heavily.

Eager, he lets you push him back onto your cock. He still can't quite take you all the way, so you offer some aid and bring his head back and forth. He groans around you as you get further and further into his mouth, nearly reaching his throat.

Eventually, you hit the back of his throat and he gags, staring up at you with wide eyes that now have tears falling from them. You grin at his submissiveness, before gathering his hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanking him off.

He coughs and you give him a moment to catch his breath.

"[Name]--"

His words turn into a whimper as you shove his face into your crotch, his nose now inhaling your incredible scent.

Instinctively, he mouths at your balls, a trail of small moans and pants leaving him.

"Yeah, just like that, handsome," you sigh in pleasure.

Suguru plants kisses all over, enjoying the praise and you tighten your grip on his messy hair.

You start to feel a certain heat forming in your stomach and Suguru hums at the thrill of feeling your balls tighten.

You pull on his hair again and he meets your eyes, his tongue hanging out as you had interrupted him.

"Where do you want it, baby?" your raspy voice sends a chill down Suguru's spine.

He answers by instantly taking you down his throat again, placing his hands on your thighs as he tries to manage your whole length. You help him move along your length again and he ends up slacking his jaw and letting you use him.

You tug him up and down your cock that's coated in his saliva and he moans each time you hit the back of his throat. The vibrations paired with his wet warmth push you over the edge.

"Fuck," you pant. "Swallow it all, Suguru."

You force him off and Suguru leaves his mouth open, your massive load coating his tongue. When you're done, he swallows it all down obediently.

You release your tough grip on Suguru's hair and he rests his head on your thigh. He watches you with glistening eyes as you tuck yourself away and zip up your trousers.

"Now it's my turn."

Suguru perks up at your words and lets you pick him off the ground and get him to stand, his hands grabbing your shoulders to balance himself.

It's safe to say those expensive suits of yours aren't going to last very long when you get back to your dorm.

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#top male reader #geto suguru x male reader #geto x male reader #suguru x male reader #jjk x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #bottom geto suguru x top male reader

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serpentinewriting · 30 days ago

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LET ME SEE YOUR RUNWAY WALK

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Where Sephiroth gets fucked in a black mini skirt.

INCLUDES : Cross-dressing, bottom Sephiroth, top male reader, established relationship, pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth.

NOTES : There are no bottom Sephy x male reader fics here...don't worry fellas, I'm here to change that ᕙ(‾̀◡‾́)ᕗ Also Sephiroth is probably ooc here as I've only played the og ff7 and don't know a lot about the character's lore outside of that.

This is also my first time writing ever, let alone smut so I rlly hope you enjoy!

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"Sephiroth..?" you call gently.

You're met with silence. You're sitting anxiously on the bed waiting for your lover to show himself.

You had miraculously convinced him to wear a mini skirt in an attempt to conquer some of his fears surrounding intimacy.

It was actually Sephiroth himself who had asked you to buy him some racy clothing to step out of his comfort zone. He wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he brought up the idea to you, but he certainly wasn't thinking about something so...feminine.

You had mentioned wearing a skirt when listing off many different items of clothing you thought he could try and, for some reason, it stuck in his mind.

So now here he is, standing hesitantly in the bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror.

"Sephiroth?" You call again. "Is everything okay?"

He gulps nervously. He wants to impress you, but the only word he can use to describe his current appearance is embarrassing.

"Yes," he responds quietly.

"Sephiroth, we don't have to do this," you reassure him. "You can take it off if you don't feel comfortable."

You're starting to feel guilty - maybe you've pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.

"No," Sephiroth states flatly.

"You want to take it off?" You ask.

"No," Sephiroth states again, more confidently this time.

"Oh, okay," you're slightly stunned at his unpredictability. "Don't worry, just take your time-"

You're cut off by the bathroom door suddenly opening and revealing the most gorgeous man you've ever seen.

You can't stop your jaw from dropping slightly as your eyes travel down Sephiroth's form.

He's standing timidly in the doorway with his hands in front of him in a poor attempt to cover himself.

He's wearing a white shirt that's unbuttoned just enough to expose a slither of his chest whilst leaving the rest to the imagination.

Then, of course, the star of the show - a black skirt that just covers his crotch and lets his thighs remain visible. The fabric tightly hugs his figure and rides up just a little bit when he shifts self-consciously.

"Wow," you gawk like a fourteen year old boy seeing tits for the first time (which, in a certain sense, you suppose you are).

"[Name…]” Sephiroth whines, turning his head away as a heavy blush creeps across his face. "This is humiliating."

"Come here," you tell him softly.

Without making eye contact, he makes his way over to the bed, awaiting your next comment.

"Turn around."

He nearly whimpers in shame as he immediately faces the other way, allowing you to fully appreciate his curves and the tiniest glimpse of his ass peeking out from the skirt.

You reach out and run your fingers up the side of his thigh and he shivers at the touch. Your hand slips underneath the fabric and you discover that he isn't wearing any underwear.

That'll be why he was so desperate to cover himself.

You grin before standing up and flipping your positions. You push your chest into his back, forcing Sephiroth to bend over and grant you a devilish view. His hands desperately grasp at the sheets below to steady himself as your own snake around his hips and carefully pull the fabric of the skirt up halfway.

Sephiroth gasps at the exposure and the feeling of your thumbs tenderly caressing his skin.

"You look so pretty, angel..." you whisper and he croons in response.

Your touch drifts up his ass before leaving. Sephiroth's head whips round in confusion, but he's relieved to see you're just removing your clothing. He relaxes and props himself up on his elbows instead of his hands, fighting the urge to arch his back and fully present himself to you.

He instantly loses that fight the second he feels your warm cock slide between his ass. He bites back a moan as he feels you tease his hole, steadily grinding against him.

He pushes back slightly, completely pressing himself against you. His soft skin paired with the added friction of the skirt makes you groan.

Sephiroth huffs impatiently.

"Enough, [Name]," he pants. "Please, I need more."

You pull back and reach into your bedside drawer and grab the bottle of lube. Whilst you're distracted, Sephiroth reaches back to pull the skirt up above his hips, fully displaying himself to you.

When you look back at him you freeze for a moment. Sephiroth smirks at you.

"Well?" He teases. "Don't keep me waiting, [Name]."

You chuckle, regaining your composure and positioning yourself behind him like before.

You pour a generous amount of lube onto Sephiroth's ass, cautious not to get any on the skirt. Tenderly, you push one finger into him and he mewls at the sensation.

"Please, love," he practically begs. "Not like this, you're being too cruel-"

"Patience, sweetheart," you soothe him, delicately running your unoccupied hand through his silver locks to ease him. "You spent all this time getting ready for me, let me enjoy myself, hm?"

Sephiroth turns to look at you again. His bangs messily cover his eyes, yet you know he's glaring.

After a little while, which felt like forever to Sephiroth, you push in another finger, then another and slowly push them in and out. Your lover makes small rocking movements, trying to match yours but it simply isn't enough.

"[Name]..." he breathed, need lacing his voice.

"Alright, baby," you pull your fingers out and pat his hip gently.

He wiggles his hips in arousal as you bring your cock to his entrance. You push the tip in and Sephiroth purrs with excitement. You stretch him so nicely as your dick fills him up.

Once you bottom out, you give him a moment to adjust and he eagerly rubs his ass against you.

Taking his hint, you begin thrusting into him and his eyes flutter shut. Tiny pants leave him and his own abandoned cock rubs against the fabric of his skirt. He reaches down and grabs his dick through the material, jerking himself off in a pathetic rhythm.

As you fuck into him faster, Sephiroth feels himself starting to reach his breaking point. There's something so erotic about him being in such a slutty outfit whilst you pound him. Eventually, he can't keep up with your pace and drops his hand back onto the bed, this time arching his back more to press his dick further into the skirt.

It's only now that you realise what he's doing and you cease your movements, earning a clueless cry from Sephiroth as his eyes snap open.

"Ah-ah," you scold. "We don't want to ruin your lovely skirt, do we?"

Wide-eyed, Sephiroth glances down and sees he's smeared precum all over said skirt. He tries to hide it with his hand.

Unimpressed, you pull out and manhandle him onto his back, dragging him fully onto the bed. You climb on top of him and lick up his jaw, trapping him between you and the pillows.

“I was hoping I’d be able to see you in this again,” you whisper into his ear. “But that won’t happen if you make a mess of it.”

You settle between his spread legs, the skirt now looking more like a belt with how far it’s ridden up, and begin undoing his shirt fully.

Sephiroth blushes even harder and hides his face with his hand as his beautiful chest is now on show.

Like a starved man, you dive in and immediately plant bites and kisses all over his pecs, earning several choked gasps from Sephiroth.

“[Name]…” he murmurs, struggling to keep himself composed.

Satisfied, you pull back and align yourself with his hole again before shoving your dick all the way in.

Sephiroth moans and quickly covers his mouth with his hand.

You let the action slide and instead focus on the delightful sight of your lover’s hole swallowing you fully. You know Sephiroth is embarrassed by his attire and don’t want to make it worse.

You hold his knees up to your shoulders as you slam into him, your arousal making it difficult to control yourself.

Quiet pants and whimpers from Sephiroth spur you on. His useless cock bounces between you, spurting more and more precum onto the skirt, much to your disappointment.

The man beneath you notices your staring and hastily moves to shield his cock with the skirt. You immediately shove his hand away and wrap one of yours around his base.

Sephiroth yelps and looks up at you with adorable, helpless eyes. As you jerk him off, you lean forward, keeping Sephiroth’s legs rested on your shoulders.

Your dick now repeatedly hammers into a particularly sweet spot inside of him and before he can stop it, tears start brimming in Sephiroth’s eyes.

He cups your face in his hands and you lock eyes with him, admiring his teared-up and fucked-out expression.

“M-My love…I’m c-close!” He stutters, hoping you won’t tease him any further.

And you don’t. You keep thrusting into him and continue moving your hand up and down and up and down and—

“A-Ah! Ah~!” Sephiroth lets out one final whimper as his body tenses, his hole clenching around you.

His cum lands all over his skirt and his chest.

You follow soon after and Sephiroth hums in pleasure as he feels your warmth spill into him.

You both lie still for a few moments, listening to each other’s heavy breathing.

Slowly, you pull out of him and have to restrain yourself as you watch your cum seep out of him. When you look up, you see that the skirt has been officially ruined as white stains cover it.

“What a shame…” you think aloud, gently lifting Sephiroth’s legs off your shoulders and bringing them back onto the bed. “You looked so beautiful in it, angel.”

Sephiroth’s sly smirk returns to his face as he calmed down.

“A shame indeed,” he says under his breath.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s already planning to buy another skirt. Or perhaps several.

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#top male reader #bottom sephiroth #sephiroth x male reader #bottom sephiroth x top male reader #ff7 x male reader #first post

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