NSFW - Minors do not interact!
TW: alcohol, oral (m), unhealthy obsession,
not a huge Geto fan, but I like the way this turned out. Hope you enjoy!
Geto tried to move on, he really did.Â
He stopped texting, stopped showing up wherever you were, stopped talking to your friends, stopped stalking you socials, even stopped posting pictures of himself with girls you didnât know, but were sure to be jealous of.
But by two weeks, he was suffering. Nothing he was doing was getting your attention. Or if it was you were hiding it extremely well.Â
So, when the opportunity came, he took it.Â
In all fairness, it was your fault. Had you expected him to go all night without saying something? You were dancing up against that nobody for hours. Looking better and better with every drink he downed.Â
The way your hips swayed? Mocking. The way your hair flicked? Taunting. The way you held onto that guyâs shoulders, as he led you away from the dance floor to somewhere more private? It was almost an open invitation.Â
He followed behind, watched as the idiot led your drunken self into a room on the third floor. Enough to still hear the bass, not enough that people could see. Except he wasnât people. He was Geto. Your Geto. Â
The door was slightly a jar when he made it to the top of the staircase, as he silently took his place beside the door frame to listen. Not creepily, no. He knew you were really doing this for him. Weren't you?
Within moments he could hear the sound of clothing tossed aside, the movements of your body he remembered down to a point, and heard the groans of the guy you were with. In his mind, it was him in there with you, he wasnât a pathetic ex, no, you were coming back, he knew it. You just needed a little persuasion.
Within twenty minutes, the guy slid from the room, still doing up his zipper as he hurried downstairs away from you. What a fool. What a perfect chance.Â
A few moments later, Geto swung the door open and there you were, half dressed, panting, still sobering up, as you were practically passed out on the unmade bed. What a state heâd left you in.Â
âGeto? What are youââ
âSo you still remember me then? Iâm not completely erased from your memory.âÂ
âI wish you were.â You spat back, attempting to somewhat cover yourself.
âCome now, donât lie to yourself. You know you were only dancing with him to get my attention. Tell me you miss me, I know you do.âÂ
âAlready been sweetheart, I much preferred it in your arms.â He smirked as he said the words. Coming closer, as he dropped to his knees, pressing his hands to the outside of your thighs, as he stared up at you through his thick lashes.Â
He was on his goddamn knees for you.
âYeah? Well maybe you shouldnât have slept with thatââ
âThatâs in the past. Come on, donât bring that up now. Iâm back arenât I?â
âI don't want you back.âÂ
âWellâŠnow youâre just lying to both of us arenât you sweetheart?â He dips his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your inner knee. You suck in a breath, and he smiles at that, the front of his teeth scraping against your skin.Â
âYou know you missed my mouth.âÂ
âI missed it more when you were using it for something else.â
âSemantics sweetheart.â His soft mouth shifted to the other knee. âSemantics.âÂ
âGeto, I really canât.â
He doesnât answer, only moves his kisses further up your thigh, then to your hip, then heâs slipping his nimble fingers up your side, and taking your shirt with it.Â
His hand slides higher, half your shirt is off now, as his hand slides gently against your skin, causing fire wherever he touches. Itâs addictive.Â
His mouth is moving with his hands, as he kisses over your stomach, his face so close you can see the little glints of lust hiding in them. As he moves higher and higher up his fingers lift your shirt off entirely, and you end up topless like you were ten minutes ago.Â
âYouâre so beautiful.â
âWe both know I canât.â
His soft kisses continue, his hand discarding your shirt, as it slides back down your sides to caress your hips, whilst his mouth makes its way to your neck, and finally, just in front of your mouth. Your breaths mingle, his heart is practically palpitating.
Youâre both panting, as you stare into his eyes. You see every ounce of regret heâll never admit buried deep in them, that deep purple boring into you as his hands continue to move seductively.Â
Heâs never wanted anything more in his life than to just press his lips against yours. To taste your mouth after being deprived of it for months. This is his chance. This is his moment.Â
As he moves forward, so do you, covering his mouth with one of your hands, his confusion is clear, his brows furrow desperately, as he attempts to free himself from your grip.Â
âI told you. I canât.â
You mutter the words as you stand up, your gaze now hardened with the memory of the things heâs done, why you ended in the first place. And as you finally let go of his mouth to walk towards the door, his facade cracks.Â
âLookâ waitâ Alright! I know I screwed up, please. Iâ please donât leave. Iâll do anything, donât go back downstairs to that fool, you know I can treat you better, come on sweetheart you know I can.â
â...Get on the bed Geto.âÂ
Heâs momentarily stunned, as if his begging finally worked, his eyes widen slightly, but he covers it, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and watching eagerly as you walk towards him.Â
As if the bulge in his trousers wasnât already half there, as you sink to your knees it only grows. His Adam's apple bobs, as he watches his mouth slightly agape, face dazed by your movements and whatever heâs consumed earlier in the evening.Â
âYou, you donât have to.â
âOh, but baby I want to.â You respond, reaching for his belt buckle, as he jolts back, and lets you do whatever you want. He truly is weak for you.Â
As his buckle comes undone, he lets out a slight groan, his cheeks painted a gentle pink which is only darkening with every passing moment.Â
Your mouth is on him before he has the chance to react.Â
âIâ shitâ slow down, Iâ I canâtââ You donât respond, only pull back slightly and run your tongue over the tip gently, causing another moan to fall from his lips as you then take him whole.
âI donâtâ I canâtââ His begging continues as you fasten your pace, bobbing your head as his legs begin to shake slightly.Â
Finally. Geto thought, his pants becoming more ragged as he slowly got closer and closer to the edge. It had been months. Months of dreaming about you on your knees for him, months of desperate nights fighting himself to call you just to hear your voice. All his nights of yearning, finally coming to an end.
He was so close, so mind blowingly close thatâ
No more heat. No more edge. No feeling at all other than his aching self. As he lifted his head from the bed he only saw you wiping your face as you readjusted your t-shirt back onto yourself.Â
âYou know, Iâm not as easy as you think. And since you wanted her so much last time? Iâm sure sheâd be happy to finish the job for you.âÂ
But you were already gone, door slamming behind you with finality.Â
And now here he was. Sat again, alone. Aching, tired, yearning for you to come back. To admit this was all some cruel joke and tell him you missed him just as much as he missed you. But alas, you never did.Â
Like I said, Geto was having a really hard time getting over you.Â