alt!bf!geto hates PDA, yet without fail, he’ll show up at your door clutching a bouquet so obnoxiously colorful it clashes comically with his all-black fit (plus your favorite coffee order, sugar enough to make his teeth ache).
alt!bf!geto has got immaculate style, gathered through years of thrifting and vintage shopping, but he guards his expensive sweaters like a kid hoards candy. Except when you’re shivering. Then, and only then, will he “reluctantly” drape one over your shoulders (you’ve got 5 of his sweaters by now and he’s not asked for any of them back).
alt!bf!geto is a masochist through and through – loves when you catch his labret piercing between your teeth, or twist your tongue around his piercing until he winces, feeling pain and pleasure as he whimpers.
alt!bf!geto plays in a pop-rock band, and his members are slowly losing their patience with him pitching songs that are all about you. Every riff is a love letter of your times together and every lyric is committed to how beautiful you are.
alt!bf!geto has also been secretly burning through your Olaplex conditioners, because his hair has never felt this soft. Meanwhile, you’re oblivious, wondering why he suddenly looks like he stepped out of a shampoo commercial.
alt!bf!geto is a tattoo apprentice, and he loves his side-gig, but mostly because you volunteered your skin as his portfolio. Now every piece he inks is a claim over you as he designs pieces related to him on your body, as if he were branding you as his.
alt!bf!geto is a gentleman. He’ll drop to his knees without a word to tie your laces, or slip off your heels just to press a kiss on your arch, no matter how much you protest. Sometimes you genuinely question if he has a thing for feet.
alt!bf!geto's insomnia works in his favor while you’re asleep, as he sketches your face from every angle, doodling pages with your proportions like a devoted stalker.
alt!bf!geto is into knifeplay, too – tracing the blade along your throat just to lap at the beads of crimson trickling, swearing they taste sweeter than any dessert.
alt!bf!geto adores when you pull his hair while he eats you out, while he cries out in pain. He insists he’s growing it out *specifically* for that, so you can shove his face deeper and fist his strands harder.
alt!bf!geto only posts you on social media. He’s subtle, posting pictures of your hand with his bracelet, your eyes tattooed over his toned chest, two coffee cups side by side with your name plastered on one. No girl dares to DM him after seeing how obsessed he is with you.
alt!bf!geto's weakest hours are the mornings. He clings to you like a pathetic animal, buried in your warmth, letting out sleepy moans and pathetic little cries as his glazed purple eyes flutter, making your chest tighten with how badly he needs you.
Can i request domming alt!geto with piercings and pulling on his hair while giving him backshots 🥹🥹🥹♥️
Pegging Alt Geto Hours 😩
"What was that?''
"What was what, baby?" you asked, not looking at him, focused on what you were going to order on the menu. You were hungry, to say the least, thinking about what would fill your belly up the best. Maybe a burger with some fries? Or something from the vegetarian section. Decisions, decisions.
''He was totally flirting with you.'' He muttered, falling back against his chair, top hanging from one shoulder.
"If you say so-Excuse me?" You flagged down a waitress, who walked up to you with a smile on her face. "Could I have number 13 and some extra fries please, and-" you looked at your boyfriend, pouting in front of you.
The waitress stared at him expectantly, and he just shook his head, telling her he wasn't hungry. But you called his bluff immediately; he was just upset with you and throwing a fit.
And like the caring girlfriend you were, you rolled your eyes, ordering the same thing he ordered. You didn't need him stealing your fries. He rolled his eyes, and you sighed. "Baby, he wasn't flirting with me."
To that he scoffed. When you first got with Geto, you knew he could get a little jealous. With that came him being pouty and giving you the silent treatment. Nothing too bad, right? But you did not like his attitude. You didn't like it at all. He was being a brat.
"Come on, sweetheart..." You muttered, your leg touching his underneath the table.
And that got him. He took a deep breath, his shoulders finally relaxing. He'd behave for now. The evening went by smoothly after that. Your jealous boyfriend wasn't so jealous anymore, telling himself you couldn't do better than him (you couldn't).
When you got back to your place, and he started getting handsy with you, coming up behind you, softly blowing into your ear, wrapping his arms around you, letting his bulge press against you behind, you understood.
He wasn't really jealous, he was pent up. Horny. Aching for you. Well, aching for your strap. And you smirked, turning around to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
''So you're just a slut?'' You muttered teasingly, making him blush hard. He was so easy to read. Your arms fell from around his neck, wandering down his body slowly, making their way to his waist. His arms on the other hand, slung around your neck as soon as your hands slipped under his top.
He winced at the feeling of your cold fingers against his skin. And from then on, all ways lead to your room. He couldn't even take off his clothes before he was pushed onto the bed by you, followed by you straddling his lap and attacking him with kisses while you unbuttoned his shirt.
You were quick-witted. In moments, the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and your hand was on one of his pecks, squeezing it softly. Then, you leaned down, taking one of his pierced nipples into your mouth, letting the cold metal warm up on your tongue.
His other nipple wasn't forgotten. You tugged at his nipple softlymaking him arch his back off the bed deliciously. He was so cute. "You're so sensitive today, Suguru..."
Your hand let go of his nipple, sliding down his stomach, past his belly button piercing, slipping right into his hand. But you didn't touch him. You stopped right there, instead, looking up at him.
"It's no use touching you here.'' You muttered, with a smirk plastered on your face. You got off him, walking towards your closet to get your strap, alongside some lube. "We all know you prefer it from the back.''
He gulped.
You nodded at him, motioning for him to do the one thing he could do best. Get on his hands and knees.
Before he did, he took off his pants and boxers while you lubed up your toy.
He was ready for you.
When you walked over, you noticed you didn't even have to finger him open. He was already loose enough to push the toy right into him. Right past his rim.
He gasped when you slapped the tip against his hole, prodding at his entrance. He couldn't wait. He wanted you inside him already. But he knew you loved to tease him before pushing it in. You wanted every muscle of his to beg you to be filled.
And when he pushed his hips back against you, shaking his ass subtly, you finally pushed it in, drawing a whine from him upon bottoming out. He let his head fall forward, nails digging into the sheets.
Letting out ragged breaths, he looked back at you with that needy expression of his. That expression that let you know he wanted you badly. He needed you stretching out his walls, he needed you filling him up, he needed you making him cum over and over again.
He needed you.
You pulled out slowly, not fully, before pushing in gradually, watching his hole inhale your fake dick. And that's how you built a steady rhythm. Thrusting into his sloppy hole with ease, watching him clench down on it.
Slowly and surely, you increased your pace, bruising grip on his hips giving you leverage to fuck into him. He let out long whines and soft whimpers, choking on his very own sounds he was making.
"Are you okay?'' Pushing into him again, reaching very deep before you halted your movements, running a finger down his spine, you asked. The only thing he could do was look back at you and whine, pushing back onto your strap once again.
That was all the confirmation you needed.
You slammed your hips against his again, building up a steady rhythm. He loved it when you went at it at a medium pace but went deep and hard, making his cheeks bounce off your dick.
He shrieked when you grabbed at his luscious hair, hands tugging him back by his scalp, making his back arch deliciously as you continued fucking into him.
"Y-Y/n!'' He mewled, trying to hold on to something. Anything that would keep him grounded. Anything that would help him not completely lose his mind. Because he was a mess. And so, so close to painting your sheets white. ''I'm going to-''
You halted your thrusts, grinding against his prostate, making his toes curl. ''I'm not letting you cum that easily today.''
