cult leader!geto helps you with your sexual frustrations ♡ warnings: 18+, SMUT, DARK CONTENT, teasing, MANIPULATION, noncon -> dubcon, god complex, power play, religion play, virgin!reader, evil suguru geto, edging, filthy… NOT PROOFREAD
⋆˚꩜｡suguru geto, the man you’d hear all over your village. a name spoken so often about a man who others deemed “a miracle worker”. the supposed “healer” of all of your relatives. the ones that have always referred you to contact master geto whenever you have troubles with physical illness, mental grief, sorrow… all of the sorts. every recommendation felt more like a command if you think about it, your relatives make it seem like suguru geto personally had saved your families lives.
you’d brush off the suspicion because you know there was really no other way to remove the pain of yours. there was only one thing to do.
now here you are, alone in a room with him— he who is “the blessed”. he sits comfortably atop the raised platform, head rested against the knuckles of his hand, regarding you with quiet amusement. below him you remain on your knees, pressing your skin upon the cold floor.
“do not get shy on me… i’ve got to attend a meeting in a few,” he says with a lighthearted tone and a convincing smile, it almost makes you open up easier. unfortunately, you never knew where to start. or even how to describe it.
“you went out of your way to meet me, as i did to you, so we shouldn’t be wasting both of our times should we?…” he’d mumble something right after that, his lighthearted demeanor showing a hint of annoyance for a second, you swore you heard him say the word “monkey” out of his mouth. he returns his smile as he looks at you straight in the eye, you turn away and gather the courage to speak.
“your majesty… i… i just feel a little down, troubled breathing, h-heart palpitations…” he gives you a hum in response, making sure you know that he understands your situation to the fullest.
geto chuckles, and gives a sigh you could only consider that is of disappointment. “tell me how it really is, sweetheart.” your heart falls out of your chest. how could you possibly create the wrong answer at a situation like this?
he sees your hesitation now. but he knows you are right. he can physically see the curse restricting your body, one he’s excited to consume for his own, and not for your own good, but he also knows the reason of a curse like that tangling you.
you give him a confused stare, there was nothing else you could say… that is what you were feeling… that was the appropriate response to a deity, your relatives say, such as him.
“confess.” he stands up and you’d further bend your neck to look up at him. “confess, or shall i do it for you?” you were still dazed at his words, giving you no time to process, he steps down the platform and stands in front of you. he gives you a small grin, “your problem requires a little force does it?”
he’s now got you spread out on a table to discard your mid-length skirt, “how modest” he mumbles, and panties onto the ‘sacred’ floor.
“m-master geto! what are you doing..!?” you’re too shocked to cry, forcibly closing your thighs together to cover yourself. “keep them open.” his hand dives in-between the spot where your thighs meet. “let me explain your problem for you,” he leans over, his hot breath tickling your skin, “since that’ll be much more arousing, wouldn’t it?” his calloused thumb circles gently against your clit.
a feeling you had done to yourself countless of times. it’s just much different when it came from someone else. “hnnh— what are you talking about—?” you try so hard not to moan. you fail.
“i know how you have trouble sleeping, how you have that heavy weight of your chest, as if you couldn’t breath.” his thumb continues to circle over the sensitive bud as a digit of his slowly eases its way inside your embarrassingly soaked hole. tight like the perfect vestal.
“and sometimes.. most times.. you dream about being forcefully shoved of a cock.” he lets out a boisterous laugh. the finger on your cunt curling against the spongy muscle. “you feel like you’re missing out on your youthful years, so you won’t say no to the next person that’ll ask , no force, to touch you.”
you cover your face with your hands, now you’re really crying! though… you can’t bring yourself to deny it.
“you have two hands that work perfectly fine, and you don’t stop me.” his other hand decides to take off the hands that cover you. “i’m so sorry…” he appreciates your embarrassment.
“don’t worry, sweetheart. i’m here to help those in need remember? i’ll take up your request. you don’t have to feel ashamed at all.”
he positions himself back up to get a perfect vision of your body, tilting his neck towards your pussy as he slowly spits out a glob of saliva to count as lube when he adds another finger. “take all of this as a blessing.” your own two fingers have never made you feel so full. your back arches to chase his hands, “master..ge—to…”
you feel it… the tightening that was described in erotica, in movies, the build up to the feeling of pure ecstasy. your moans echo across the room, he didn’t lock any of the doors, but he sees that you’re just fine with the fact. “m-master geto- thank you- thank yo—“
he feels the way you were close. feels the way you will explode of pleasure because of a man you met only now.
he discards his fingers from your sopping hole. licking his lips as he stares and revels the reaction of you being treated soso… unfair. something he was an expert at doing.
and … you didn’t know if you reached your climax or not, you just knew you wanted so much more. you felt heftily betrayed despite the situation that you are at his disposal. “mast-master geto- fingers- please—“ the feeling you had felt seconds ago was so delicious… so freeing… of course you’d be sad.
a suspicious man who’d offer to help you with your frustrations and make you forget the shame that came with it … has now unsurprisingly betrayed you.
you’d watch his darkened eyes through your foggy vision, blurred from your tears, and hear the same disingenuous chuckle he’s been using for the past hour. “another greedy monkey.” he scrunches his face as if he was physically repulsed by the idea. you’d tear up again. it was like there was a switch that had been flipped. master geto seemed so soft and giving at first…!
“wasn’t that enough? i never said i’d make you cum.”
”b-but—“ he sighs. “don’t continue fighting your case. me touching you is enough.” he pinches your clit, you yelp. “you’ve never been touched before, i’ve made you moan,” he mocks the yelp you had just released, giggling to himself. a laugh that lasts for a moment before he switches back to his unsettling attitude that for some reason makes your cunny tighten against thin air!
“do you want to be touched by the others?” you don’t question who “the others” are, you just wanted him!
“n-no-! no! m’not- like that— not a whore-“ you immediately shake your head, stumbling upon your words, “sweetheart, you are exactly that.”
suguru geto thinks nothing of you but a pathetic slut.
he lifted the hand that was previously on your thigh to be in line with your vision, kneading the sticky liquid between his fingers. “this is the incense i have let stain my holy hands.” the sight of the whitish discharge up against your face made you drown in guilt, and it made you even more hungry for him to take more out of you.
“fucking wet and pathetic. you still ask for more?”
he’d look at you all disgusted, and before you make a pathetic whine, his hand shoots forward, spreading your sticky juice all over your face, pressing intently hard across your lips. you’d almost part it to let his digits in, and of course, he notices. “sorry mast—“ he slaps your lips. “i am cleaning, silence.” you’d purr in fear, the scent of your own pleasure making you dizzy. your legs exposed to the cold air of the room doesn’t help so you’d press them together, his other hand would smack your knee too. “tsk. follow my orders, keep them open.”
“if your master is presenting you a lecture, you should listen and abide to their rules, no?” the hand on your mouth would now drag down to your neck, your chest, your stomach, and your clit again. you moan in relief, and yelp right after. the sting of the sorcerer’s slap on your cunt catches you off-guard. “mph-!”
“if you can’t even listen, are you even worthy to be a part of my world?” the previous burden he had promised to ‘exorcise’ has now returned, and your tears start to pool and drip down to your chin. “i pro-promise! mast-master geto— i know- i know you’re the only one who can save me!” every assurance you gave him he’d graciously flick your clit,
“master geto, you are my saviour! m’lord— p-please-“ every beg and crying shame, he flicks it faster n’ faster, “please- fuu— i give my body to you—! you’re the only one who c-could save it!” he smiles at your efforts and rewards you with pleasure. isn’t he a simple god? “that’s more like it.”
you feel it again, … the tightening… the pleasure building up … the reward…
he pulls his hand away, and if he sees you trying to rock your hips for any sort of contact, he moves it farther. “our time here is done.”
“n—noo! master getooo—!” you whine as loud as you could, frustrated by the second time you’ve been duped. “let me cum!”
“i tell you when you cum, okay? not you to decide for your body. you’ve given it to me.” he edges you again, smudging his hand on your thigh to clean the sticky incense from his fingers as he tuts.
“my meeting’s now, put on your skirt and use your panties to clean up the mess you’ve made. you don’t need to wear your underwear, right?”
you were dumbfounded. and just like that, he leaves, you don’t expect much more for him, but it was way different in fantasies.
he does not kill the cursed spirit trapping your body. just so that their would be a sure-fire way you’d come back and be on your knees to ask for his help again. a problem a god could only solve.
a problem he could only solve. <3
shud i write mean gojo ? andd hi im back and will flop to the ground bcuz theres already a hell ton of great jjk writers hehhe,, am taking requests btw :))
