✦: cult leader!suguru x gojo x cuck!reader (1.6k words)
⟡: praise, oral (m. receiving), dick riding, voyeurism, not proofread 18+
description: you are a devoted follower of suguru geto who sees a bit too much when bringing him a snack one day...
Lord Geto was your everything. After he saved your life last Spring, you devoted every waking moment to him. You brushed his hair, trimmed and polished his nails, you even washed his feet when he returned from a long journey. You did everything you could to show your love and adoration.
And your work never went unnoticed. When you first started paying special attention to his well-being, he would reward you with a subtle smile — a simple upward twist of his succulent lips. Days of favors turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and his smile transformed into warm "thank you, my love"s or "what would I do without you?"s.
His voice all but paralyzed you each time he spoke. All you could do was mumble, "Of course, My Lord," in response before shuffling away.
You worked hard to push down all concupiscent thoughts that plagued your mind throughout the day. The way his amethyst eyes held your gaze as his sultry voice blessed your ears was enough to make your toes curl. But at night, you allowed your fantasies to hold you hostage. At night, you gave in to your deepest and darkest desires, picturing your Lord and Savior bending you over the cot and fucking you into your squeaky mattress for all servants and sorcerers to hear.
And Lord Geto was none the wiser. He continued to accept your praise and worship during the day as you plunged your fingers into your insatiable pussy at night while picturing him.
It was a Tuesday when you brought a charcuterie board to his chamber. You plucked the most luscious grapes from the vines surrounding the courtyard, traveled to the market and didn't even haggle with the butchers and milkmaids for the finest meat and cheese. You would accept nothing but the best for Lord Geto.
You ignored the looks of disdain and disgust from other sorcerers as you decorated a silver platter for Lord Geto's evening meal. Others have tried to talk you out of servant duties in the past, but you didn't care. This was your way of showing him your love. Every second spent waiting on Lord Geto was a second well spent in your eyes.
However, when you crept to his chamber just as the sun started to set and pushed the heavy door open with a loud creak, you were flabbergasted to say the least. Through the crack of the massive wooden door, you saw Lord Geto with his hair strewn about his beautiful face, obviously in disarray. His brow was furrowed and his gorgeous lips were slightly parted as he gasped for air. His chest heaved as pearls of sweat cascaded down his tanned skin. Your eyes ventured lower, drawing your attention to his loosely tied robes, barely covering his muscular form.
He looked divine. Comparing him to a painting or a sculpture wouldn't do him justice in this moment — for right now, he was too beautiful to have been crafted by a mortal man. As the late evening sun kissed the high points of his cheekbones and pecs, you were completely convinced that he was a God.
You were so awestruck by Lord Geto's beauty, you hardly noticed the man trembling beneath him. At Lord Geto's feet knelt a white-haired man of similar stature, adorned with a light colored blindfold. Although his eyes were covered, it seemed like his gaze was locked onto Lord Geto's face.
"God, I've missed you…" The white-haired man rumbled, pressing the palms of his hands into Lord Geto's backside and bringing him closer.
Lord Geto only hummed in response, allowing himself to be caressed and held by the other man. As he trailed his lips up the Lord's stomach, landing directly below his navel, Lord Geto moved his hands to the man's cloud-white hair and tugged — generating a whimper from the man below him.
"Yeah? You've missed me, Satoru?" The way Lord Geto addressed him sent a deep throb to the space between your thighs. You'd never heard him talk to anyone like that. Not even you, and you were supposedly his favorite. You gulped as Lord Geto growled, "Why don't you get on your knees and show me?"
Quickly, the man he called 'Satoru' firmly planted his knees onto the cold marble floor with a thud, taking no time to succumb to Lord Geto's demands. As Satoru opened his mouth, you could see his pink tongue already soaked in saliva.
"Please…" Satoru moaned, "let me taste you, Suguru."
Lord Geto never let anyone call him by his first name.
With a jostling of robes and the sound of fabric hitting the floor, you watched as Lord Geto got fully naked for Satoru. The light of the sun did little to illuminate their features as it had all but set behind their shadowy forms. Luckily, the moon illuminated Lord Geto's broad shoulders from behind and made him look all the more breathtaking. The silvery moonlight kissed the soft white hairs that clung to Satoru's head as you watched him rise and fall by Lord Geto's command.
It wasn't long before you realized Satoru's throat was occupied with the domineering length of Lord Geto. Your Lord bullied his cock past Satoru's swollen lips, moaning all the while.
"That's it…" Lord Geto groaned. You watched the perfect muscles in his ass clench and relax as he thrust into Satoru's mouth, filling the room with squelching noises and steam. "Take it like you always do, Satoru."
You were certain tears pricked Satoru's eyes behind the blindfold he wore, but you would never be able to prove it.
One strong thrust from Lord Geto left Satoru choking and sputtering around his cock, but your Lord was relentless as he sought out his pleasure. Despite the lewd chokes and dribbles of drool that escaped Satoru's pink lips, Lord Geto did not let up for even a moment. He chased his orgasm as though his life depended on it.
Satoru was working hard as well — he had his arms tucked behind his back and let himself be used by the Lord. After examining Satoru's build as his own clothes loosened and fell from his broad shoulders, he was more than capable of fighting back. But he chose not to. He wantedLord Geto to use him like this. And from the tent that steadily grew in his pants, he liked being used like this.
You couldn't stop the hand that steadily crept down your chest to twist and squeeze your pert nipples through your robes. Watching Lord Geto behave so intimately was enough to send you over the edge.
Lord Geto continued to thrust into Satoru's open mouth, making him gag and sputter with each shake of his hips. From the way he moved, you were certain he wouldn't last much longer. Lord Geto lifted a leg and wrapped it around Satoru's back and neck, holding him steady as he used his throat for cock warming. His breathing was ragged and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead as he let out a final whimper of satisfaction. "Fuh—fuck…"
Satoru behaved as he swallowed all of the globs of semen Lord Geto had to offer, not faltering in the slightest as he unloaded down his throat. Once Lord Geto caught his breath, he moved to pull away from Satoru, finally letting him gasp for air.
Ragged, labored breaths absconded Satoru's airways, but he somehow scrounged up the energy to beg, "More, please. Please give me more, Suguru — I need more of you."
A small sigh left your lips at his words, and you clasped the hand previously at your nipples over your mouth, silently praying for your sounds to go unnoticed.
Thankfully, both Lord Geto and Satoru seemed to be too caught up in each other to care about a small gasp from behind a door they assumed was closed. Once you were certain they wouldn't come and investigate, you watched on and saw Lord Geto lowering himself onto Satoru's stiff cock. Satoru's back was pressed against the marble floor, pants tugged down to his ankles, as your Lord arched his back and bounced up and down.
His beauty was breathtaking. He used his nimble fingers to tuck his silky black hair behind his ears as his lavender gaze stayed locked on Satoru's covered face. Even though the blindfold never left, you were convinced they could see each other perfectly. The look of love Lord Geto gave Satoru was all-encompassing. It was like they were made for each other.
You shouldn't be watching such an intimate moment. The longer you looked at them, the harder it was to turn away. The longer you looked, the easier it was to lean into temptation — the easier it was for you to move the hand tugging at your chin down to your covered heat.
Satoru was getting close now. You could tell by the nonsensical babbles that came from his lips. He sniffed back tears as he whined, "You feel so good, Sugu — touch me, touch me, please."
Lord Geto obliged, even though you had never seen him follow the commands of another man before. He ran his hands underneath the fabric of Satoru's covered torso, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.
Satoru let out another heady moan before he whispered, "You're gonna make me cum."
You dropped the silver platter. Grapes and cubes of cheese rolled across the floor as the platter clattered to the ground, creating a sound great enough for all to hear. Terrified, you left everything where it was and ran away as fast as you could. If you were caught by Lord Geto, there's no telling the horrors he would unleash upon you.
Days went by since the incident and you were sure you were in the clear, but you noticed the faintest hint of blush dusting his cheeks whenever you addressed him. Maybe he knew it was you that day, but he kept that secret to himself for the time being.
a/n: this was for a writing contest i participated in! (i lost but still wanted to post bc i liked it -- i might do a part 2 for this hehe) gonna be updating all of my fics very soon :) have a lovely day/night <3
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