First ever smut fic wooooo (might be buns my fault)
I’ve been thinking about Suguru riding reader with his hair down.
Maybe it was a long day of seeing non-sorcerers, dealing with cult affairs, and tending to each of his daughters’ needs and wants. All he needed was some stress relief to help him wind down for the night.
He lured you to bed without any doubt of what he wanted, eyes even more siren-like.
He kissed you hungrily but not in any rush, just dipping his toes in before bathing in you— undressing you both as you kissed.
Things got serious when he got you to lay down, straddling his hips over yours.
He’d had this subtle headache all day, one he thought would go away when he finally got into your arms, but it was still whispering to him even as he prepped himself for you. That’s when he brought his free hand up to untie the half-updo, and he felt the relief almost instantly as his hair cascaded down his cheekbones and shoulders.
Your pupils dilated at the sight. Your husband was so gorgeous. Velvety, black strands falling in front of his face but allowing enough room for his eyes to peek out through them.
His dark eyes were cloudy, already fogging with desire. His lips were parted just enough for his pants and ragged breaths to break through. All while he kept strict eye contact with you. God. He was a dream. He couldn’t be real.
When he finally stretched himself out and lifted himself over you, grinning down and even connecting your hands before sliding himself down your length.
Your muffled groans— attempting to feign nonchalance —only egged him on further. Nothing turned Suguru on more than your resistance to the effect he has over you. How futile each struggle always was.
He exhaled shakily as he sat down on you fully, your length snug within his heat. His head was tilted back as he adjusted, steadying his breathing before a grin grew across his face yet again.
He looked back down to you soon enough, keeping eye contact firmly as he began rolling his hips, gradually picking up the pace until he got to steady little bunny hops.
He had your hands pinned beneath his own, using the leverage of the mattress to bounce back on your cock.
By now his soft hums had turned into low moans. His melodic, bass-y voice rendered all the more intoxicating when expressing pleasure. You wished you could record the sound for later.
Your favorite part was when he was working so hard he’d start sweating, skin glowing gorgeously. But it wasn’t just that, it was how he had to move his hair the hotter he got.
He’d slip a free hand out of your own, not halting his movements as he lifted a hand to the back of his neck and swept his long locks over his shoulder. You almost wished he wasn’t riding you. The sight of his hair being curled to the side was always hotter when he let you do it from behind.
He was his hottest as he reached his climax. Chin lifting inch by inch toward the sky with each desperate moan. Each one like prayers to you for release.
It was moments like this that you realized the real reason for his cult’s success. His beauty was unmatched, his charm even more so.
You couldn’t wait anymore, you had to paint his insides with you yet again, make sure he really remembers the feeling when he sits down for meetings with ‘monkeys’ the next day.
You couldn’t wait, fuck, you couldn’t wait. Neither could he, but you wouldn’t let go without him.
It was when his voice subtly pitched up, his brows furrowed, and his entrance squeezed you so desperately that you knew he was seconds away from spilling.
He only lasted a handful of bounces longer before crying out and spilling over your abs, a beautiful painting.
With his release clear, you bucked up into him a few more times before emptying inside of him, letting him feel every hot drop of your love for him.
He rolled his hips a few more times, riding out both your highs, before finally ceasing his movements.
When his breath was caught, you already knew what Suguru wanted.
You carried his sculpted body up and over to his large bath, dipping him in once the water was filled and heated.
As graceful and mature as he was, Suguru still pouted until you joined him in the bath as well.
hey guys, i know i said part 2 of the gladiator geto fic would be out soon but tbh life has been so busy for me that i don’t know when i’ll have time to work on it.
i’ve also had a huge drop in motivation to write, and i don’t want to post half-assed fics.
sorry if i disappointed yall, but i’ll see you whenever i post next!!
gladiator! geto suguru x emperor's son! male reader
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includes: bottom gladiator geto, top reader who is the emperor's son, oral sex (reader receiving), ass jobs, dub-con/power dynamics
notes: this ended up being more plot than porn but i'm working on a part two which will be more focused on the freaky stuff. also this probably isn't completely historically accurate, but i don't think anyone is reading this for the history.
~5.8k words.
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All that Geto can register is how hot it is.
The fiery sun beating down on him, threatening to burn each piece of skin exposed by his loose tunic.
Sweat is practically pouring from all over his body, his once shining black hair now sticking to his forehead, cheeks and neck.
His vision is blurring, his head aches and he feels as though he might faint any second.
A faded voice barks something from somewhere and Geto gets a sharp push on his shoulder.
He looks around, dazed, locking eyes with a short old man dressed in robes that were obviously unnatural on him.
The idiot shouts at Geto to move forward, shoving him along to catch up with the person in front of him in the unending line of men.
As Geto walks, he observes the others in the lines next to his. Each man is completely different to the one before him - some are thin and stalky, others bulging with muscles and towering over everyone.
Geto wonders how these behemoths had gotten tangled up in this situation with him.
The majority of the men in these lines have all been captured from some foreign place that was unfortunate enough to be overpowered by the same brutish, greedy army that Geto had faced.
Some of the men are impoverished natives to the land Geto currently stands on, clinging to a tiny thread of hope that they might be able to prove themselves in whatever horrific trial awaits them. Geto empathizes each one he walks with.
Geto himself is already a warrior. An adept soldier for his homeland with a strong and agile body, which already places him above most other people here. But he knows that whatever trial awaits him in this small, over-crowded arena is going to be much worse than anything he's used to.
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A gladiator.
That's what he's called now. He's no longer Geto Suguru, he has to earn that name back.
He's exhausted, on the brink of collapsing, and the same old man from earlier is yapping in his ear as he's ushered out of the arena. He physically can't focus on what the man is saying, he's only gathered that he's being taken to a much larger place to fight.
He did well in his battles today. The majority of the people he entered with in those lines this morning can't say the same.
He lets himself be manhandled into a jittery metal cage atop a cart, alongside a few others. They all seem to be in a similar state to Geto, which reassures him slightly.
He passes out for the bulk of the journey, stirring when masses of shouts and cheers flood in around him.
"Good morning, handsome," a youthful voice teases at him.
It earns laughs from the others he cooped up with.
Geto's tired eyes fall on the jokester - a young man, who must be around the same age as him, with a tall, lean frame and pure white hair that's been tainted by dried blood. As if this wasn't unique enough, the man's irises are a sparkling blue, far too bright considering what they've witnessed in the past day.
He observes the others sitting with him, whose appearances are dull compared to the white-haired boy. They also seem to be the same age as Geto, possibly slightly younger, with one possessing flat blond hair and a gloomy expression and the other having dark brown hair and matching eyes.
The brunet beams back at Geto as if he's not just been through the most horrific scenes.
"You've been knocked out the whole way!" he states cheerily. "You're lucky, you're just in time to see the parade!"
Geto blinks, confused.
"Parade?" he mutters, throat dry and stinging.
"Yeah, apparently the emperor's son is coming back from a visit from far away." the man with sparkling eyes explains, his tone indicating that he has little respect for said emperor's son.
"The people love him, they say he's gonna be an even better emperor than his father!" the brunet pipes up again, his claims making the other two roll their eyes in disdain. "By the way, what's your name? We haven't had the chance to get to know you yet."
Still quite out of it, Geto has to take a moment to think about his answer.
"Geto," he eventually replies, voice cracking.
The others introduce themselves - the brunet being called Haibara, the blond Nanami and the one with white-hair being Gojo.
Geto twirls his thumbs as the cart falls silent, feeling as though there is little point in trying to become friends given their likely futures.
He shifts to look through the metal bars and, sure enough, he's met with a bustling city. Exquisite banners and ribbons decorate the streets, with commoners and elites alike clapping and yelling excitedly.
When Geto takes a closer look, he notices that many of them are cheering at them and the multiple carts in front of and behind them, rather than one particular cart. The emperor's son must not be here yet.
The deeper they're led into the city, the more trumpets and voices fill Geto's ears, making it hard for him to focus.
The cart carries them further in until eventually it rests. The door to the cage is yanked open, with the young men inside being shouted at to get out.
Geto steps out first and he's instantly hit with dust attacking his eyes and throat. As he's coughing and frantically blinking the dust away, he hears a close voice behind him.
"Holy shit..."
It's Gojo. Geto turns around to ask him what's wrong and he, too, is left starstruck at the sight of a giant amphitheatre, adorned with statues of gods and goddesses, dominating the city's skyline.
As impressive as the sculpture is, Geto shudders imagining the size of the arena this building must hold, and the terrors that he'll have to fight in it.
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The living area in the gladiator school is not as depressing as Geto thought it would be.
He has his own bed, which he's thankful for, though he doubts he'll be able to get much sleep each night.
The training area would have been his favorite place if it wasn't for the fact that members of the public were able to spectate the gladiators inside.
That's currently happening. Geto stands in the corner, watching as groups of gladiators spar with one another. There's a distinct tension in the air and everyone seems to be acting overly-aggressive, as if they're performing.
Geto wonders if there's someone special in the audience. He glances up to the rows of people. He can't identify anyone by face or name, however his gaze lingers on a young man dressed in a white toga with purple lining. The man is slouched in the chair, legs spread wide in a manner that must be disrespectful, compared to everyone else sitting up straight and proper.
While he isn't familiar with the local dress codes, from these details Geto supposes the young man must be important in some way.
From here, Geto can feel a sort of charm exuding from him, typical of a young noble. Even those sitting around him seem to be uneasy. Though it has little effect on him and he concentrates back on the sparring. He has no reason to care for such people.
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You hate gladiator fights. Each time you're forced by your father to attend one, you're reminded of how wearisome they are.
You much prefer attending plays and banquets or visiting bath houses and brothels. You know, things more suited to the emperor's delinquent son.
However, your father has stressed how important it is that you start taking interest in the fights, especially since he is eager to make you his heir. You have proven yourself as worthy to hold the title of emperor, regardless of how little you wanted it.
So here you are - sat watching filthy, sweaty hunks of men uselessly swing swords at one another. Each gladiator looks the same to you - at least six feet tall with too much muscle to do them any good. That's partly what makes you hate the games so much.
With the fighting men losing more and more of your interest, you scan the idle gladiators filling the rest of the training area. Perhaps you can find someone you'll look forward to seeing in the arena later. Not because of their brawn, but more so because of how pleasing they are to look at, which is really the main reason you attend gladiator fights.
It just so happens that you clock a pretty boy with jet black hair that falls past his shoulders, hidden in the corner. Like you, he's surveying your fellow audience members. Even from afar, his toned body is apparent. The brown tunic he has on is hideous and you'd like to see what he'd look like in something a bit more flattering.
You make a mental note to keep an eye out for him in the arena before going back to viewing the gladiators duking it out.
You do so a second too early, just missing your pretty boy's gaze landing on you.
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A day later, Geto and hundreds of other gladiators are locked in the grim tunnels under the amphitheatre.
Geto’s heart is racing beneath his thin tunic as he paces at the bottom of the steps leading to the arena.
He’s next to go out.
Just him. Out of all of the gladiators available, Geto is the sole opponent to whoever, or whatever, is waiting for him.
He thinks he’s going to be sick.
His companions that he arrived with push through the others to encourage him.
“Don’t worry about it, Geto! You’re strong, we know you can beat whatever’s out there!” Haibara exclaims.
While Geto gives a slight nod in gratitude, Haibara’s encouragement doesn’t work that well.
Gojo opens his mouth to offer some more comforting words, but he is cut off by the crowd suddenly erupting into cheer. They even begin chanting something Geto can't quite make out.
"What's going on?" he asks, nerves building.
“It’s alright,” Nanami reassures him. “It’s likely just the emperor arriving.”
As if the thought of the emperor himself watching Geto risk his life is reassuring to him in any way.
The crowd’s chants get louder, Geto can now make out what they're screaming.
"[NAME]! [NAME]! [NAME]!"
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, desperate for the event to just be over with.
A booming voice pierces through the noise. Geto struggles to hear what the voice is saying, however he is able to figure out that his name is being announced when the heavy metal doors leading to the arena are hauled open.
With a bone-chilling screech from the metal echoing throughout the tunnel, Geto can barely acknowledge a sword being thrust into his hand.
His heart drops and he immediately looks to Gojo, who stares back at him with wide, almost scared eyes.
Gojo gives him a sympathetic smile before Geto walks up the stairs. He receives several shouts of 'good luck!' and 'you got this!', which do little to soothe him.
At the top of the steps, Geto takes a deep breath and steps into the arena.
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Immediately upon laying his feet on the beige sand, Geto is overwhelmed in every sense.
The light blinds him as it reflects off the sand and the screaming crowd rattles his eardrums.
After taking a moment to adjust, Geto looks around at those above. Thousands, no, tens of thousands of people are seated around him, applauding and hollering at him like he’s a circus animal.
He hears the metal doors slam shut behind him, a wave of claustrophobia running through his veins as he realises he has no escape.
He clutches the sword in his hand, both now coated with sweat.
When he looks up into the podium, his gaze fixates on the emperor - a ruthless and intimidating man who, despite his grand lifestyle, is clearly physically fit and commands respect. Geto resists the urge to launch his sword right at him.
Then Geto’s eyes fall on the younger man sitting next to the emperor. His uninterest in the upcoming game is evident in the way he’s slouched in his chair, his head resting lazily on his palm. Geto's eyes widen as he notices the striking similarity in this man’s posture to the man in the training arena.
What gets him the most, however, is the fact that everyone in the stadium is currently cheering for him. For Geto Suguru.
His feelings are mixed. These scum of the earth believe they have the right to cheer him on when they're so thirsty to see him get slaughtered? Pathetic.
Though at the same time, the sound of thousands of people all shouting his name, cheering down at him out of all the gladiators available, makes him feel like some sort of champion.
A small smirk tugs at the side of Geto's mouth.
The name of his opponent is announced, but Geto is too far away to properly make it out. Instead, he watches intensely as another pair of giant doors opposite him begin to open.
He has to swallow down the bile that rises in his throat when he sees a huge, muscular man walk into the sun. The man's hair is the same colour as Geto's, however is much shorter and falls down his face like ink.
His experience over Geto is evident as he leisurely makes his way to the centre of the arena, each step taken with an almost rehearsed confidence - like the man knows he's going to win.
Geto doesn't let the man get into his head, readying himself for the fight.
However, nothing could have prepared him for the speed at which his opponent darts towards him. Geto only just manages to block what would've been a devastating slash to his chest, jumping backwards with wide eyes.
The larger man only tilts his head, almost in curiosity, before chuckling smugly.
"No need to try too hard, kid," he taunts, voice low and menacing. "I won't be too hard on ya."
His belittling words enrage Geto, who swings at his shoulder with all the power he can muster. All it takes is for the man to quickly step sideways for Geto to miss. The younger boy has no time to prepare for his opponent's powerful leg smashing into his stomach, knocking him back and onto the ground.
What makes it worse is the humiliating "Ohh!" from the crowd as Geto goes down.
As the fight goes on, the heat begins to work against Geto.
Each movement becomes a blur and the loud audience gets drowned out by a shrill ringing in his ears.
Eventually, he ends up on his back on wet crimson sand with no more strength to pick himself up. The last thing he remembers is a distant call and a tough foot colliding with his face that knocks him out cold.
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Geto wakes, sore and dazed, surrounded by grey.
There's someone hitting him-- No, they're...patting him?
He lifts his head, which feels like it has weights attached to it. His vision is still foggy, though he can make out the shape of a person, much smaller than him, sitting beside him.
As his brain clears a little, he can feel them repeatedly pressing his arm with something. Something that scratches against his skin.
He looks down, blinking away the fuzziness, noticing that there's a thick bandage around his chest and stomach.
"What..?" his voice is small and rasped - he almost doesn't recognise it.
"You're awake?" the person next to him speaks.
He looks to them, able to see clearer now, and sees they're a young woman, close in age to him.
She has short brown hair and holds a damp cloth, which she is using to wipe away dried blood on his skin.
At the sight of his own blood, memories of the day flood back to him.
He lets out a shaky exhale, struggling to believe that he's actually alive.
"I lost...didn't I?" he asks, throat dryer than the sand he passed out on.
The medic halts her movements for a beat.
"I wouldn't call it losing," she answers, continuing to clean his arm. "You fought a much more experienced gladiator and survived."
Geto considers her words.
"You're lucky [Name] was there, otherwise your opponent probably would have kept beating you."
He looks back at her, confused.
"[Name]?"
The young woman finishes up her work and folds the cloth, holding it in her lap.
"He ordered the fight to stop, much to your opponent's disappointment. It caused a big commotion, you’re real famous now."
Geto can barely understand what is being said to him.
The son of the emperor stopped the fight? Right before Geto would have been killed?
"Why?" he asks again.
She simply shrugs, standing up to leave.
"Maybe he's taken a liking to you," she comments before leaving the cell and walking away.
Immediately, a guard locks the cell door and follows the young woman to accompany her out.
He stares at the empty space she had occupied, pondering what she said. He clutches a thin shirt that has been left for him to wear, though with how weak his body feels he doubts he's able to lift it over his head.
Instead, he opts to use it as a depressing pillow to sleep on as he lays down on the unforgiving stone seat in the cell.
He falls asleep in agony and discomfort that night. Regardless, part of him hopes that if he was lucky enough to avoid death, he'll be lucky enough to get out of this nightmare.
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A few hours later, Geto is awoken again, this time by someone battering against the door of his cell.
"Get up, crazy bangs, you've got a visitor!" a rough voice calls to him.
Limbs still burning in agony, Geto sits up, eyeing the guard that's unlocking the cell door.
It creaks open and a figure clad in heavy robes enters.
Something in the air shifts, like the stone walls are holding their breath. It's too dark to make out the features of the figure, but Geto can tell from the silhouette that it's a man.
The man signals something to the guard, who hands him a lantern. The soft glow illuminates the man's clothing, a toga with gorgeous purple lining and accents - a dead giveaway of the importance of this man, and something he’s seen before.
Geto can tell who you are before even looking up at your face.
You hold the lantern still, taking your time to admire this gladiator's beauty in complete silence. You bring a hand up to gently hold his chin between your fingers, tilting his head up towards you to get an even better look.
Geto tries to pull away from your touch, yet your grip is strong and his lack of strength makes it easy for you to harshly tug him back. There's nothing he can do.
“Just as I thought,” you murmur. “Pretty.”
Geto shifts anxiously, face heating up. For the first time, he gets a proper look at the son of the emperor. Your features are sharp and strong, yet exude a certain elegance fitting for the heir to the empire. Your perfect, unmarred skin nearly shimmers against the light of the lantern. Geto physically can't bring himself to look away, no matter how much he might want to.
"You did well against that savage," your voice is smooth, firm, nearly lulling Geto back to sleep.
You take another moment to analyse his beauty. Despite having the body of a warrior, his face is gentle. Almost beautiful.
The way he glowers at you, acting all scary when in reality he can't do anything to overpower you right now, makes your heart skip a beat in excitement.
"You're too pretty to be a gladiator," you speak again, not breaking the eye contact between you two.
"You think you can handle me like an animal just cause you're the son of the emperor?" he hisses, his eyes glowing like wildfires beside the lantern. "I'd like to see how you'd cope in the arena."
His words are coated with venom, yet they hardly intimidate you. In fact, you're tempted to coo at how cute you find his pitiful attempt.
All it takes is a single strike to the side of his face for the gladiator's confidence to melt away.
"Don't talk back to me."
Your voice is monotonous, as if you have no reason to suspect Geto will defy you. Such is the power that comes with being the heir to an empire.
Geto's face burns, both from the impact of your hand and from embarrassment. He can no longer bear making eye contact with you, even when you take hold of his jaw again.
You crouch down, kneeling between his legs, face inches away from his. He keeps his eyes fixed on the floor.
"It'd be a shame for this to be wasted..." you whisper. Geto's sure you're talking to yourself, but he can clearly hear the seductive intent.
He now realises that his survival was no act of divine intervention, but instead a result of your curiosity. Your interest. Your lust.
You tenderly guide Geto's head up once more, signalling that you want him to look at you again. Feeling hopeless, he has no choice but to adhere to your wishes.
When his eyes meet yours, you don't say anything. You only offer a small smile to him - one that contradicts the poisonous things you've said to him.
You let him examine you like a frightened stray to a kind passerby that felt sorry for it. You don't rush him to do anything, though it's not like you're giving him a choice to make.
Your hand traces up his jaw and down his neck, carefully tucking some of Geto's ebony locks behind his ear. The medic you'd sent in did a decent job of cleaning him up with just a wet cloth, but the poor guy looks a mess. It saddens you to see such alluring beauty be spoiled by the stains of violence.
Dark circles frame his tired eyes that still haven't left yours. Eyes that seem to be trying to read your expressions, determining whether or not you can be trusted.
But you're not quite here to make friends with the young gladiator. Not today.
"I'd like to find a better use for this pretty face."
A pit forms in Geto's stomach as you withdraw your hand and stand up. This one is much larger than when he was about to enter the arena, possibly due to the complete uncertainty around what you're about to make him do. Or rather, what you're about to do to him.
You turn to the guard who's still standing awkwardly at the door of the cell. Geto had forgotten he's there.
"Are you expecting me to let you watch this free of charge?" you snap.
At this, the guard hurries out of the cell like a little mouse.
You wait until you hear the door at the end of the hall slam shut to turn your attention back to Geto, who catches the way your eyes immediately soften upon laying on him.
"Don't worry, your neighbors are still cooped up in that arena," you reassure him, sensing his apprehension. "So you can make as much noise as you want."
The lantern flickers.
Geto stares back at you, thinking through his options.
If it truly is just you and him in this hallway of cells, what's stopping him from pushing you away? From throwing you against the wall and beating the shit out of you? Even though the guard from earlier is likely posted outside the hall, surely he would be more concerned about your wellbeing than Geto escaping?
He knows you know this too, from the way you're motionless above him, hands planted at your sides. Waiting for him to make his choice.
So why can't he do it? Why does he find himself glued to this unbearable stone seat?
At his lack of movement, you smile gladly. You take a step towards him, his nose now nearly buried in your robes, and still Geto doesn't move.
You cup his warm face in your hands, smiling down at him like a proud parent.
"Don't worry, pretty. I won't be too rough."
You move your hands to grasp the hair on the back of his head, silently beckoning him to act. But Geto remains frozen in place, looking up at you, dumbstruck.
You cock your head slightly.
"Do I have to do all the work myself, Geto?"
The sound of his name shocks Geto into action and he shakily reaches for your toga. He slowly bundles up the fabric, staring at your muscled legs that are getting more and more exposed.
He bites his lip to stop himself from salivating when he sees the bulge underneath your loincloth. You offer him a hand and hold the bundled fabric to keep it from falling, allowing your partner to get to work.
He pulls your undergarment down and audibly gasps when your manhood is revealed.
He wraps one hand over your length, a deep blush coating his cheeks when he sees you harden. He timidly begins stroking up and down. Geto can't stop himself from letting out a small moan at the sight of your sex growing heavier and more erect each with each motion.
Regret fills his mind with each pump of his hand. He shouldn't be doing this. He should be running out the cell and away from this life, into the freedom he once had.
But fuck, something about you keeps him entranced.
He keeps going until you're fully hard, his own dick twitching when he sees drops of pre leak from your tip.
Just as he's about to lick them off, one of your hands returns to the back of his head and shoves him towards your heat.
He yelps cutely in surprise, with no choice but to nuzzle into your balls. He whines at your musky smell, lapping at your base and gradually getting closer to your tip.
"Don't keep me waiting, Geto," you tease, arousal coating your voice with a dangerous growl.
Not wanting to risk angering you (though that would probably turn him on more), Geto takes you in his mouth midway, sighing at your dick's weight on his tongue.
He starts to bob his head along your length, maintaining his hand movement on the area he can't fit. Without even registering what he's doing, he brings his other hand up to stroke your balls.
You sigh in satisfaction, scratching the back of his head in praise.
"That's it Geto. I knew you'd be good at this~"
Pleasure drips from your husky voice, spurring Geto to go faster. The makeshift scalp massage you're giving him makes him hum around you, sending vibrations into you that only make his mouth feel a hundred times better.
Wet slurps mixed with your pants echo through the chamber.
Geto picks up the pace more, taking more of you into his mouth until he's able to fit your entire girth inside. It's nearly too much and he whines around you as tears fill his eyes.
"Shh, not much longer, baby~ You're doing so good for me..."
Your praise goes straight to Geto's dick, which is now throbbing against his clothes. He desperately ruts against the hard stone, which manages to bring him some relief amongst the pain.
As his brain starts to go mushy from your thick scent, you take over and start pistoning your hips. Geto immediately goes limp in your hold, gagging and moaning like a whore as your dick repeatedly slams into the back of his throat.
He hangs on to your robes for dear life, squeezing his eyes shut as he braces for your climax.
When it does rush through you, you pull out until just your tip is left in Geto's hot mouth and watch in delight as he takes your load down his throat.
Soft whimpers escape him as it becomes slightly too much, your release dripping out the sides of his mouth as you pull out.
“That’s it, swallow it all, Geto.”
His face scrunches up at the taste but he eventually swallows it all down. He peers up at you, almost wanting your approval.
You tuck another tangled piece of hair behind his ear. He squirms, clearly agitated from his throbbing boner.
You chuckle softly at the sight, stroking his cheek with your thumb.
“Get up,” you mutter, but it’s more than enough for Geto to listen.
He rises from the discomfort of the stone seat.
Your arms snake around his waist, gently turning him around so that his back is facing you.
Anticipation transforming into panic, Geto grabs your wrist tightly and whips his head round to look at you.
“N-No, wait—!”
“Shh…” like you’re hushing a kitten screaming and swiping its claws at you, you press yourself against Geto, trapping him against the wall.
The protrusion of the stone ledge makes him lean forward, his round ass now perfectly settled against your crotch.
“Not like this! Please, my lord—“ Geto babbles, still not thinking to push you away.
Your soft hand travels up his spine, giving delicate rubs to his back over the bandage. Geto winces at the sting. As much as you'd love to ruin him here, you pity Geto just enough to decide not to shove your dick inside of him right now. That likely wouldn't have a nice outcome for either of you.
You do, however, opt to snake your other hand up Geto's side, then push his bottoms down. You tug his undergarment down as well and relish in the perfect view you have of Geto's sweet ass.
His well-built muscles provide a delightful size and shape and you massage one of his cheeks.
He whimpers at the feeling of you groping him yet continues to do nothing to object. He would be lying if he said he didn't like it and the raging boner swinging between his thighs is enough evidence of that.
"My lord~..." he gasps as he feels your hot length slide between his ass-cheeks, fully erect again just from the sight of him presenting himself to you.
You grind slowly and deeply against him, his supple flesh providing blissful stimulation to your dick. His warmth completely envelops your sex and you rest your head against his shoulder to listen to his lovely sounds.
When he senses you close to him, he subconsciously turns his head towards you, bumping his nose against yours. His eyes are shut, likely since he's too embarrassed to make eye contact. You aren't happy with that.
You place your hand that was groping him onto the side of his face, cupping it and bringing it even closer to yours.
"Eyes on me, pretty," you purr, delighted at the way he swiftly opens his eyes and locks onto yours.
More fresh tears threaten to spill from the compromising position he's in.
You want to make him cry even more for you, so you move your other hand from his back around to his angry dick, continuing to grind against him.
He lets out an open-mouthed moan at the pleasure your heated hand gives him as you jerk him off, uncaring about starting slow.
"Doesn't that feel good, baby?" you hum against him when he nods frantically. "Mmh~, tell me how good it feels."
"Ah! F-Feels so good, m-my lord~!" he pants, breath fanning against your skin and filling your ears with loud moans and gasps.
You grin. It seems Geto has made the decision for you about whether you should keep him in your quarters and bed him.
The image alone of him writhing and screaming in your bed from the pleasure you're bringing him is enough to edge you closer to your orgasm. Or perhaps he'd look better bent over your balcony, releasing moans for all the city to hear?
You suppose there's time for all of that later.
Right now, the only image that matters is Geto clinging to the rugged wall in front of him as your wet dick slides between his ass, your precum coating his gorgeous mounds in glistening stickiness.
You lick your lips at the slick and dirty sounds produced by your motions. You lift your head off Geto's shoulder, looking down at your dick disappearing between Geto's thick ass. Your dick throbs, ready to paint it in your cum.
Geto isn't faring much better either, knees shaking as he desperately ruts into your hand like an dog in heat. When your cock throbs between his cheeks, Geto whines in excitement, waiting to feel your hot semen spurt onto him.
At a particularly heavenly grind, your orgasm crashes into you, causing you to completely pin him against the wall as cum coats Geto's backside.
Geto moans into the stone as he joins you in your high, cumming all over the wall as he spasms in your hold. He presses his hips are far back into yours as he can, trying to get every last drop of your release onto his body.
Even as you both come down, you keep grinding shallowly against each other, like you don't want this moment to end. To be honest, that's quite true.
Before he's fully caught his breath, you grab Geto's chin and pull him in for a messy kiss over his shoulder. He moans into it, grasping the fabric over your chest to steady himself.
After you pull away he gazes up at you, eyebrows furrowed as he worries over what you're going to say or do next.
He watches silently as you reach over and pick up his shirt that's been lying on the stone seat for hours. He's about to be thankful that none of his release got onto it until you dab it against his behind, cleaning the cum off. You keep the image of his soft ass jiggling with each pat in your mind for later.
When you meet his eyes again, he's glaring at you.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll get you a new one," you chuckle, moving a piece of hair over his shoulder and onto his back to see him better. "Maybe even something better."
You back away, taking his shirt with you and leaving him frozen, naked, in the cell.
He quickly pulls his remaining clothes back up and wipes away the evidence of your activities before the guard returns to lock his cell again. Although, he's pretty sure the guard is aware of these activities from the way he avoids looking at Geto.
The next day when Geto's training, he makes sure to put extra effort in. He has to win his next fight to see how you'll reward him.
Hi, not sure if you're already aware of this but the links in your masterlist aren't working (at least for me, they just say 'post not found'). Just thought I'd notify you just in case. Love your works btw ❤️
hellooo, i’ve updated all the links so hopefully everything should be fine now. if not then tumblr’s just being annoying and idk how to fix it :(
Suguru’s at his prettiest when he’s cross-eyed. Whether his head is shoved into the pillow that he’s now covered in his drool or he’s bouncing in your lap, head drooped against your shoulder.
I think it’s so sexy when you can’t see his face, yet you know he’s got his tongue lolled out and his golden eyes are dazed and crossing over.
When he goes all dumb for you, that’s his favorite place to be.
Geto Suguru’s at his prettiest when he’s cross-eyed. Whether his head is shoved into the pillow that he’s now covered in his drool or he’s bouncing in your lap, head drooped against your shoulder.
I think it’s so sexy when you can’t see his face, yet you know he’s got his tongue lolled out and his golden eyes are dazed and crossing over.
When he goes all dumb for you, that’s his favorite place to be.
includes: bottom gojo, top male reader, soft sex, gentle sex, crying (gojo)
notes: this one's a bit short but i promise i have some good ones on the way (and maybe a theme change if i can be bothered). also why am i so ass at writing orgasms
~700 words.
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Gojo Satoru’s porcelain skin never cracks.
His blindfold never stains with tears.
He's the strongest after all, and the strongest doesn't break.
Gojo Satoru is supposed to be a perfect doll - made to fit whatever standard the Jujutsu world creates for him.
That’s why he always expected to live a solitary life. He’s too old for friendships, having outgrown his school years and left them in the past. He’s an adult now, there's no room to accommodate anything but the special grade programming in his head.
But when he’s clutching so desperately onto soft linen sheets, his hips high in the air and steadied by a warm hand, Gojo Satoru forgets what he’s supposed to be.
When his snow-white skin is painted with dark bruises and red handprints all over, Gojo Satoru is no longer an object for use. Instead, he’s a delicate piece of art, one that should be handled with care and love.
You lean forward, nearly lying completely on top of him, your securing body weight pressing the white-haired man into the bed below.
And fuck, he's never felt so safe in his life.
You gently thrust into him - not hard enough to make him wail but enough for tears to silently fall, each one kissed away by your careful lips.
"Please...please..." he softly begs, his words almost illegible from how muffled they are. "Feels so fuckin' good..."
His crying continues in your embrace and you lull him with sweet praises and more kisses.
Pleasure isn't something Satoru is used to recently. In a sense, he feels as though he was never allowed it. That it's something real humans are allowed, not machinery.
It's only in your loving hold that the jujutsu metal is discarded, dropped like armor as your warmth revives him.
Your pace picks up slightly - Satoru's acutely aware of each of your movements, seemingly more tuned into your actions than you are yourself.
His wet eyes open for the first time in a while. Your faces are so close together that all he sees is your own calming gaze, easing his overstimulated brain.
From the start of your relationship, Satoru has always found intimacy difficult. He figured you would get fed up waiting on him to be ready and eventually leave him for someone better, yet the opposite happened.
You taught him every aspect of love, guided him through each and every step in its long journey. From holding his face in your hands tenderly when you gave him his first kiss all the way to the present moment, where you hold him just as tenderly as his face is buried in the pillows.
There are no words exchanged as you look into each other's eyes, save for Satoru's whimpers and whines.
In moments like these, you don't need to speak. Just admiring each other's bodies and appreciating the love between you.
Satoru's eyes squeeze shut again as your warmth repeatedly slams into him, his orgasm building with each movement.
You pull back slightly and kiss Satoru's bare shoulder, basking in the quiet whine it teases from him.
You speed up your movements again, determined to bring both of you your highs.
Satoru's precious noises get slightly louder and you can tell he's getting close.
Instinctively, his hand scrambles for yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips to prepare himself.
"P-Please, [Name], I need it..." his voice is small and cracks from the intensity.
He lets himself fall into the blissful escape of your sex, pleasure taking over him as he completely lets go of all apprehensions.
In one final push, you slam into Satoru's hole like an animal and he shoots up, his back arching into you.
His orgasm rushes through him and you follow soon after.
Satoru whines your name and his hips grind against the sheets that he's now stained in release. Your own spills into him and he pushes his hips back like it's his lifeforce.
Eventually you both come down and are left trembling against each other, your chest fully pressed onto Satoru's back.
"Love it so much..." your partner slurs, half-asleep. "Love you so much..."
You chuckle in response and press a loving kiss onto his forehead.
You stay like that with him for a while, listening to his breathing get deeper and deeper. As Satoru falls asleep, he thanks whatever divine power that exists for bringing you into his life.
In this wretched jujutsu world, Satoru knows that he will always be safe in your arms.
sephiroth can't resist the siren in shinra's labs...
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includes: bottom sephiroth, top male reader, monsterfucking, siren!reader, monsterfucker!sephiroth, possible ooc sephiroth, implied loss of virginity, slight dub-con (Sephi passes out for a moment)
notes: i had to google if dead fish sink for this. also oiled up sephi is NOT safe from me.
~2.8k words.
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Sephiroth has seen you once before.
It was only a glimpse. He barely managed to make out your figure.
Your silhouette loomed over the rest of Hojo's lab, a void in the luminous blue water of your tank, like a statue watching over the room.
He froze when he saw you, mesmerised by just your featureless outline, yet Hojo had dragged him away after only a moment.
Ever since, he's felt urged to return to you - as if you're calling his name on a wavelength that he cannot hear but only feel.
You take over his mind every night, occupying his thoughts before he falls asleep and haunting his dreams. He imagines what you might look like. You could be hideous and will tear him to shreds as he stands in fear. Or perhaps you're something divine, something that will lure him in before sinking your sharp teeth into his unmarked neck...
He knows what your life is likely to be. He knows that Hojo will be carrying out wicked experiments on you each day, violating and damaging you. He curses that stupid man and has contemplated multiple times whether he should simply barge into the lab and set you free.
He knows he shouldn't. He knows Hojo would try and kill him for it. He knows that after himself, you're probably the scientist's most precious creature.
But that just convinces him even more. He pleasures himself every night to the thought of Hojo's greatest experiments fucking like wild animals - the thought of Shinra's greatest soldier getting ruined by a filthy beast.
And when everything breaks down for Sephiroth, he finally lets his desires take over him.
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Nibelheim is in flames behind him.
Sephiroth is no longer the hero he was perfectly molded into. He has replaced that man with a murderous monster and he wants to meet his cursed kin. He wants to meet you.
He easily struck down the dozens of Shinra workers that tried to block his path to you and when he reaches the door to the room you're kept in, he barges in like he's about to raid it.
Hojo's not here, but Sephiroth hardly cares right now as he slams the door behind him and locks it, throwing various items of furniture in front of it. He is not risking any Shinra scum interrupting his time with you.
The only light in the room is the harsh blue lighting of your tank, which appears absolutely massive. The cylindrical cell takes up nearly half of the entire back wall, spanning the floor to the ceiling.
His eyebrows furrow as he notices your lack of presence, so he slowly walks over and peers into the glass. The interior descends into complete darkness, yet something tells him you're secretly curled up at the bottom, looking up at him.
Now that he's up close, he realises your tank isn't actually as big as it seemed. It's tall, yes, but quite cramped with limited space for you to move around. It saddens him to think that this has been your 'home' for at least the past few years.
Not wanting to tap against the glass, Sephiroth looks around for something else he could possibly entice you with. He spots a bucket of fish sitting on one of the tables and rushes over to it. Beside the bucket lies a clipboard with a single piece of paper attached to it. He's not in the mood to read any of it, but he catches the line that states, 'Feed time: 12:00 pm daily'.
His nose scrunches, appalled. You're only being fed once a day? Poor thing.
Without even thinking about the obvious risks of this act, he takes a handful of fish and heads up the steps leading up the side of your tank.
He takes a deep breath in preparation, then opens the lid of your tank and drops a fish into the water. He hurriedly closes the lid and peers around the front of the enclosure , watching the fish sink agonisingly slowly into the shadowy depths below.
He pouts, his goal having been to get you to swim up so he can see you.
So he tries again and watches the second fish head into the darkness on its own... then the third... and then the fourth.
He holds the last fish desperately in his hand, closing his eyes and saying a small plea to himself, before lifting the lid once more.
However, before he can drop the fish in, a large webbed hand breaches the surface and locks onto Sephiroth's arm. In shock, he lets go of the fish and it drops down the stairs as he tries to break free.
A second webbed hand takes hold of his other arm, claws scratching at his skin.
Sephiroth's instincts overpower his lust as he pulls back in fright, yelling and kicking at you, yet your grip is too strong.
"G-Get off! Stop!" he screams, tears building up in his eyes as panic sets in.
This was a terrible idea.
With a solid hold on Sephiroth and the lid of your tank open just enough, you pull yourself up, your back crashing into the lid and sending it flying backwards.
From the waist up, you're now out of the water, giving Sephiroth a decent idea of your size. You tower over him, your broad frame engulfing him. Slimy scales on your arms and neck shimmer against the glow from the tank and Sephiroth's terrified eyes follow them up your body until he reaches your face. His breath hitches.
You're absolutely beautiful.
Your eyes mirror the depths of the ocean, their mesmerising hues hypnotising Sephiroth and making him relax in your arms as he admires them.
Your majesty calms him, reminds him why he came here. It was to see you - to let you devour him as you were the only kin he feels he has.
He no longer struggles in your hold. Instead, he slowly takes off his gloves, careful not to make any sudden movements, dropping them beside him.
He then gently runs his fingers over your broad, soft chest.
A confused sound leaves you as your eyes follow his hands and he chuckles.
His touch trails down, ghosting over your waist where skin and scales meet. He takes your hands in his and guides them to his belt.
There’s a small click as the buckle is undone and Sephiroth lets the garment fall.
He looks up at you as he takes your hands to the clasps of his coat, watching your unreadable expression with eager eyes.
When they both pop, his coat opens to reveal his SOLDIER belt resting on his stomach.
He catches the way your eyes widen slightly with hunger and the thrill it gives him goes straight between his legs.
As if you're watching an oyster reveal its pearl to you, you sink back into the water until your lower half is submerged and watch intensely as Sephiroth undresses fully for you.
Each movement is slow as Sephiroth tries not to visibly shake from his nerves. Every so often he'll glance over at your still frame, his arousal pulsing as your dark eyes burn into him.
Once he's fully nude for you, he hesitantly reaches out for you with an unsteady hand, wanting you to come back to him. The pure, unmarked skin of his palm immediately tempts you and you surge towards him.
Your body weight pushes him down onto his back. The breath is knocked out of him and you tug his jaw open and force your tongue inside.
Sephiroth groans into you, letting you have your way with him as you settle between his splayed legs.
As you indulge in his delicious taste, you start to subconsciously grind yourself against Sephiroth's heat. The white-haired man whines at the feeling of scales rubbing up and down his dick, the sensation so foreign yet somehow so right.
You finally pull back, relishing in your little pearl's submission. He meets your gaze and wraps his legs around your waist.
"More...Give me more, my love..." he pants, practically humping you like a dog in heat.
He doesn't know if it's his words or his actions that you understand, but one of them gets through and you take hold of his sculpted hips and flip him around.
He moans loudly as your slick body slides between him, feeling completely helpless in this moment.
Your hands lie on his ass, roughly toying with the soft flesh. You never knew humans could be so...alluring.
Unable to resist your feral urges, you dive in and begin gliding your long tongue along his hole.
Sephiroth jerks up and yelps, yet you instantly shove him back down again with a strong hand on his back, hissing in his ear at his disobedience.
His heart races in fear and excitement, whining when your tongue finds his hole again and pushes its way inside.
Your strength surpasses his - Sephiroth can only wriggle about under your unbreakable hold, crying and gasping at the new sensations his body is experiencing.
"P-Please, m-mmph~!" he babbles, his words slurred like he's dreaming.
His legs kick up behind you as you continue to knead his thigh with your other hand.
Your tongue slithers against his walls as it stretches them wide open, only just missing a certain spot that Sephiroth is crying for you to hit. Your prey desperately tries to arch his hips up to give you easier access, but you're having none of it and press your hand into his back.
Sephiroth screams in frustration and you only stop when his frantic kicking makes it a little too difficult to carry on. As soon as your hand leaves his back, he pushes his ass up, his thick thighs quivering.
He glances back at you anxiously, as if anticipating you to pounce on him, and is met with you flashing your terrifying fangs at him in an evil grin. His dick twitches and you lean in, using that same tongue that just devoured his asshole to lick all the way up from his tailbone to his neck.
You push your hips onto his, driving his back down as you lie fully on top of him. He moans erotically as your tongue runs up the side of his neck.
"Oh, my love~" he sighs. "I've waited for this for s-so long..."
He reaches up and cups your jaw with his hand, biting his lip seductively when you make eye contact with him.
"Waited for you..." he whispers, before opening his mouth and letting you slide your tongue back in.
Despite the filth of the situation he's in, Sephiroth finds this action romantic. Almost as if it's your version of a kiss.
As you devour him in it, you both gently rock your hips together. The longer you continue this movement, Sephiroth notices the scales rubbing against his ass becoming smoother, like they're disappearing.
Just as he wants to part from the kiss to see what's happening, something hot and wet pokes the inside of his thigh.
He jumps, breaking your kiss and whipping his head around to look behind him. He nearly cums from what he sees.
He stares in awe as a pink tentacle-esque appendage, similar to your tongue only much longer and thicker, slides out from a slit between the crotch area of your scales.
You watch, amused, as his eyes widen with shock, blush covering his cheeks. Your cock slaps against his ass, smearing a mysterious slimy substance all over it.
Sephiroth gasps at the lewdity of it all and when your dick prods at his hole, he looks up at you like a lost puppy. His hand falls from your jaw to your chest, which he buries his face into when he feels you enter him with ease.
You lower his upper half back down and wrap your arms around him, essentially hugging him from behind as you start thrusting into him.
At this, Sephiroth tears up and reciprocates the hug as best he can.
This is everything he needed, everything he longed for.
The slapping of your scales against his wet skin is the only thing he can hear right now, his own cries unimportant as your warmth envelops him.
"M-My love..." Sephiroth sobs into you.
Despite being inhuman, you can feel his emotions and hug him tighter, lifting his hips up slightly to get a better angle in him.
Your dick now slips against that spot he was dying for you to hit earlier, making him roll his eyes back as he sees stars. The loud whines and whimpers he lets out are muffled by your powerful arms.
Everything about this experience is new to him - the pleasure, the comfort, the protection. All his life Sephiroth has been made to believe that he's undeserving of these things, yet you of all people have shown him otherwise.
With you, Sephiroth is not Shinra's most powerful soldier, a weapon used for war. Instead, he is vulnerable in a way that makes him feel wanted. Loved.
He's so lost in how incredible your dick and your body feel that he doesn't realise that you feel the same way. Sort of.
Your pace picks up and the man beneath you starts squirming as a different kind of heat begins to swirl inside of him.
"Oh~! A-Ah! I'm gonna-- Oh, my love I-I'm gonna--!!!" his words are nearly incoherent.
As you hammer into him, the only words he can get out are various pet names for you alongside the occasional "Cumming~~!".
And that's the only warning you get before he shudders in your arms, pearly cum gushing out of him as his orgasm takes over.
With your limited interactions with humanity, you've never seen this behaviour before, so you cease moving and loosen your hold on him, peering over his shoulder.
After who knows how long, his orgasm fades, leaving him trembling beneath you.
You push the hair out of his face to check if he's still conscious. Even if he's not, you're too impatient to wait for him to wake up, grabbing him harshly and dragging him halfway into the water.
This throws him out of whatever state he was in as he cries out in surprise.
"W-Wait, my love--!!"
He stutters as you pull out and spin him round to face you, his flushed face stained with tears.
He weakly manages to wrap his legs around your waist as you shove back into him. He hurriedly grasps your shoulders, struggling to adjust to your speed as you pound into his abused hole.
His cries and shouts fall on deaf ears as your dick pistons in and out of him. His tight ass squeezes the wet tendril, a choked 'Ah!' being punched out of him each time it rams into that same spot.
"Too much~~! 'S too much my love--!" he rambles.
Faint colourful patterns start to dance around in Sephiroth's vision. He no longer has any strength or energy to move on his own, completely relying on your body to keep his head above water.
You bask in his desperation, softly lapping and nibbling at his earlobe possessively.
This pathetic man walked into your enclosure and opened your tank like a naive child trying to feed a lion at the zoo. He has made his mistake and you will not let him back out of it.
He's given you a taste of something you have been denied for years.
You will make this man your mate whether he likes it or not.
The thought alone is enough to send a thrill down you, clinging onto his toned waist as you slam even more brutally into him.
You let out a pleased trill next to his ear as your hips stutter, ready to fill your mate up.
"W-Wait-! Ah~! A-AH?!"
Sephiroth's noises are cut off by the feeling of your hot sperm releasing into him, his own overstimulated cock weakly spurting out more small drops of white.
His nails dig into the scales on your shoulders as he clenches around you tight, focussing solely on the warmth spilling into his stomach.
"Love..." he whispers, dizzy.
Sephiroth physically cannot carry himself and his head falls onto your shoulder in exhaustion.
You peer down at him curiously, before scooping him up in your arms and lying back in the water, letting him rest on you as his own personal lifeboat.
He falls asleep within minutes, so worn out he doesn't stir when you later jump out of your tank, carrying him with you in your arms.
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Shinra SOLDIERS finally manage to break into your cell, hours after you escaped with your lover.
All they discover is your empty tank with the top wide open and a rogue dead fish lying on the floor.
geto being obsessed with his boyfriend's cologne...
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includes: bottom geto, top male reader, scent kink, slight asphyxiation (reader covers geto's nose and mouth with a t-shirt)
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
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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…
geto sucks his crush off in a fancy rooftop bar...
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includes: bottom geto, top male reader, 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.
~1.4k 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.
includes: bottom sephi, top male reader, cross-dressing, bottom Sephiroth, top male reader, established relationship, pre-Nibelheim Sephiroth.
notes: there are no bottom sephi 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!
~1.7k words
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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.
