Kinktober 2023- The album
ɜ: sᴏɴɢ two- size kink
ɜ: Feat; Getou, maybe a slight fear
(Sorry, this was supposed to come out wayy earlier!)
He didn't even know what to do to you. How he could crush your body with his hand turned him on through dinner. It was a first date, the prime time to get to know you and see if this was going to be a beautiful relationship or not. Though Getou, couldn't even focus on whatever the hell you were saying because his mind kept jumping to what it would be like to be on top of you. He was smart enough though to make up random responses that matched what you were saying to keep you into him and happy. He had hoped you'd be into him anyway.
Getou still hopes that as he sits with his hand on your thigh, listening to you hum the music as he drives you home. He knows he should drive you home and leave room for a second date before he tries something but it was just so hard to do. He knew he had to be a gentleman, women don't want men who want them for their bodies but how could he do that when you were just sitting there allowing his hand on your thigh as if you wanted him to do something. And confirming his theory, you squeezed your legs together as if you were trying trying to stimulate your clit. He noticed, even if just a small twitch, and flipped a switch in his head.
"Getou, you were supposed to make a left at the light, not a right." You turned to the man who seemed to be in a robotic trance. His nod was just as synthetic as the smile on his face you saw when he turned to you. "One detour and then you can go home." He turned his head back to the road and kept going.
Something was off with the man and you could tell. From start to finish, he was a green flag but when you got in the car with him and his hand had taken place on your thigh he just seemed cloudy. Especially now, when you two were the only ones on the dark road. It seemed weird, it made you scared.."Getou, can we just turn around? It's getting really late and I want to go home" Your mind raced with theories of what could go down in the next ten minutes. More so when he didn't respond to you and kept his eyes on the road. Tears began to fill your eyes as you frantically texted on your phone which was just a few percent away from dying. Noticing your frantic persona, Geto pulled the car over to the side of the road in a rather abrupt manner before turning to your teary face. And as much as that should have pulled at his heartstrings, his dick was pulled instead.
"What's wrong, Y/n? Did I do something?" He asked, his voice not coming off as worried as he wanted it to. Instead, it came off as if he was teasing your very existence. "Why are you crying?" As he grabbed your chin and gently made you look at him, his hardon grew. He wasn't even sure he could mask it anymore because you had made him so fucking hard. Just a cute baby that needed to be fucked into multiple things, a vehicles seat being one of them.
"Geto, you're scaring me. I don't know where you're taking me." Your voice wavered as you spoke, subconsciously moving closer to the door than sitting closely to him. But for some reason, you let his hand remain on your thigh.
"I seemed to have lost myself, the truth is.." Geto leaned closer, to whisper it to you even though there were only two people in the car and whatever he said would be heard anyway. "I'm doing everything in my power to not take you right now. You have been turning me on since dinner."
You kept silent for a minute after his confession, you were feeling just the same as him. Getou was scared; how was he supposed to face you when he basically told you about his lack of self-control? He was just about to start the car back up when you reached over and kissed the man like you were the only two on earth. From then, the kiss deepened as he pulled you on top of him. It worked for a bit but he needed to be inside of you, his cock was already leaking in his pants from holding you by the waist and being able to actually feel how small you were. Without a word, he roughly (but carefully) tosses you into the backseat and hastily puts his seat down in order to crawl back there himself and ravish you.
(ill finish the smut later ngl)