aww pls can u do a fic w geto abt the reader running her hands through his hair while he sleeps? shes prolly thinking abt how beautiful he is and how soft his hair is😭
i got this idea from the portuguese word cafuné 🤭
the climax of the movie begins, and you know the next lines off by heart. her heartfelt words, his confession of love, the scene itself is etched into your soul.
you glance over at getou sitting beside you.
it might be your millionth time viewing this movie, but it's your boyfriend's first. his eyes are completely trained on the tv, arm thrown lazily behind you and he doesn't realise you're poking his side until you do it a second time.
he reaches over to pause the tv. “hm?”
“want some popcorn?” you ask, smiling softly when he looks over. “a movie isn’t really a movie until there’s popcorn.”
he places a hand on his stomach as if to gauge how empty it is. “i guess i am hungry. but i was looking for popcorn earlier and i didn't find any. it's okay, i'm enjoying the movie already, even without popcorn.”
you whine a little but if there’s no popcorn in the house, then there’s no popcorn in the house.
“i could cook something.” you offer.
"you can't cook." he denies quickly. "and please do not try again. i don't think our kitchen can hold up if you make another attempt of cooking pasta."
"it should be so simple." you mourn. "it's just pasta, but why does it taste so bad everytime i make it?"
he smiles at you sympathetically, holding your hand in comfort. "there, there."
"do not patronise me."
“i wasn’t.” he reaches over and places your connected hand over on the coffee table, right over your phone. “let’s order uber eats.”
you stare at him, eyes neither an answer of yes or no. "we've been ordering uber eats everyday now, for the past week."
“well, what can we do? neither of us can cook."
you're humbled by his words so you nod. "can you order? and charge it to gojo’s card. you still have his bank details saved on your phone, right?”
he grins, already reaching into his pocket to take out his phone. “yeah, i do. what do you want?"
there's a face getou makes when he's scheming something and you watch as his eyes switch into that mode. he lets go of your hand and rubs your stomach tenderly. "remember, you're eating for two now."
"what?"
"tapeworm."
you make a face. "you're not as funny as you think you are. just order two of what you're getting, make it a surprise."
he doesn't say anything, and a silence elapses over the room only temporarily broken by the sound of his nails against his screen.
you pass the time by staring at him intently, taking in the slight furrow of his brow as he concentrates, the upward quirk of his lips when he catches you staring and the conceited hand he runs through his hair. he winks when you don't immediately look away.
you smack his arm with a smile. "don't be a douche."
"okay, the order's been placed." he shakes the phone in the air. "seven seconds until it's been confirmed, let me know if you want to change the order or forever hold your peace."
you don't answer.
"three, two, one—"
"wait!"
the alert from getou's phone tells you you're a second too late and your boyfriend looks over at you in surprise. "did you actually want something?"
"nah, i was just playing."
he scoffs, leaning forward to throw his phone over to the coffee table. when he sits back, he tilts over towards you, pressing his entire weight against your side.
"move over." you try to nudge him but it's like budging stone.
the two of you compromise, and his head ends up in your lap, facing towards the tv. his black hair spreads out across your thighs and you wonder how he keeps it so smooth and silky despite its length.
your fingers find purchase combing through stray strands.
"let's wait until the food gets here before we start up the movie again." he murmurs.
you try to peek over to look at him. "are you sleeping?" in doing so, your hand stops playing with his hair and he twists around slightly, placing a hand over yours to mimic the action of caressing.
"don't stop." getou mumbles and your heart melts at his cute act. "i'm just going to close my eyes."
you bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot, but you doubt that it works.
getou's hand drifts back to his side and you continue running your fingers through his hair, twisting it around your digits and unravelling it so it stays curly.
you tuck a few strands behind his ear, tidying up his bangs. the pads of your fingers lightly skim over the tips of his ears and getou exhales softly at the sensation. he mumbles something incoherent and it makes you giggle when you realise he's trying to tell you to continue.
he might not be asleep, but he was certainly drifting away under your light touches. he rarely sleeps in front of you, rather, he rarely sleeps in general, so your heart warms seeing him so vulnerable.
his eyelashes flutter gently against his cheek when your breath gets too close, and his breathing is soft and deep in the silence. you want to cherish this moment, unblinking, taking in this simple, domestic moment when you get an idea.
the next few minutes is encased in silence, concentrated on your side and dreary on getou's end.
your attention is only pulled away when his phone vibrates on the table, waking getou up from his slumber. he groans as he straightens, rubbing his eyes to look at the screen.
your hands reluctantly leave his head.
"is it the uber driver?' you ask.
getou nods and sighs, standing up. before he heads out, he turns to you, yawns, rubs his eyes again, scratches at the skin that peeks under his white shirt, and mumbles a, "i'll be back."
you bite your lip, trying not to smile. "okay. see you."
you aren't notified that he's back by the sight of him, instead, it's his angry stomping that does. even before you see him, you giggle.
getou appears around the corner, eyes beelined on you. his hands hold a bag and the scent of food fills the air but neither of you are focused on that right now. "my hair!"
you stifle your laughter as best as you can behind your palms. "you're beautiful."
"what did you do?"
"my little princess." you coo, making grabby hands. "you looked so pretty when you were sleeping! it's difficult to make you more beautiful than you already are but i figured i'd give it a shot anyway. so i braided your hair."
getou gaps at you, rushing to pat at his head. he feels the bumps, the unnatural direction of his hair that ends just above his shoulder. it's tied with a hairtie and when he looks down at his wrist, he realises his usual tie is missing. "i showed up like this at the door!"
“i’m sure the uber person would have enjoyed the sight.”
“that’s why they laughed at me!”
“my beautiful little princess, come back to the couch!”
“you are dead to me.”
sorry for the wait ☹️ and thank you for the super cute prompt! i had no idea cafune had such a sweet definition!
it's the type of sadness that makes you want to stare at the wall for hours. the type that makes the silence loud enough for it to echo through your ribcage. after all, what can you do? it's only fitting considering the given situation.
they say some truths only tragedy can teach. maybe you should have understood that when he came your way, with his long hair and that grin plastered on his face. the doom that he brought along with him when he came in with his blood stained hands and you felt your lungs close, your heart drop. you wondered if he had always been like this.
“why did you do it?” you ask. getou doesn't reply. he just falls back into the couch. “i’ll have to report you,” you continue, thinking it's better to lay out the truth.
“i know,” he mumbles. he's been so selfish hasn't he? he didn't think about you for a second. he didn't think about the future you two were going to share. he did what he wanted to do.
“you could have told me, suguru,” your jaw tightens. “we could have done something together–we could have fought together!” your voice raises and suguru just stares at you.
how could he tell you that he didn't want to entangle you in all of this. the blood on his hands is solely his. his treachery is not your responsibility, no, he could never let you take the fall for it.
“i don't want you to take the blame for all this. for my wrongdoing.”
“then tell me how's this any better?” you respond. “i’m losing either way. I report you–i lose the love of my life. I don't report you–i become an accessory to murder,” you continue. “and don't even get me started on the innocent people that are dead,” you cry out.
love is so short, isn't it? and forgetting, so long, so painful. it latches itself onto your skin like a parasite, eating you up from the inside. you only ever find out when you begin to lose your humanity and attack everyone else.
suguru watches the tears slide down your face, bringing his finger to wipe them. “i’m sorry, love,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to yours. “i should have thought more about us,” he admits. “but when I saw what they were doing to our kind, i couldn't stand to see it anymore.”
greeted with silence, he presses a kiss to your lips. a fleeting reminder of your shared love.
“but you didn't,” you whisper. and getou knows, he's lost it all.
## synopsis. GETOU knows you can take his cock fully well but somehow, you’ve been complaining a lot about “it’s too big” lately and he was not happy about it.
## warnings. brat tamer!geto, fem! reader, orgasm denial, slight edging, use of: slut, whore and master, geto mega schlong, overstimulation, squirting whew, nipple play-ish, cunnilingus, spanking, pussy job, pushing the blame onto y/n???, fingering, brainwashing????? idk how to tag it
## a/n. am i really geto’s whore if i did not have geto as my first full nsfw content????
## w.c. 1.3k
DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH HEAVY NSFW MATERIAL
+18 BELOW — MINORS PLEASE DO NOT READ
“a-ah, fuck…master, y-you’re too-ngh-big.” you whimpered when merely his tip passed through your entrance. GETOU SUGURU grunted in response as he slowed his hips, trying his best to accommodate for your situation. “i c-c-an’t, master please… t-t-oo much-“
“then don’t fucking take it.”
emptiness consumed you as getou slipped his cock out of your cunt, forcing you snap out of your pain-stricken reverie just when he was about to thrust his cock to allow your warmth to envelope him. before you could question what he was about to do, you felt his hand wrap around your neck, shoving you onto your back before flipping you to haul you onto his lap, ass up in the air to present your drooling cunt to him — so empty and twitching with the desire to be filled.
“since you want to continue being a brat and complaining about my dick being too big for your little pussy,” hot breath fanning your ear, sending shivers to your empty wetness that is exposed to the cold air, “then let’s make this slutty cunt wet enough to take it, yeah?”
you were fucked, to say the least.
you felt him insert a finger into your entrance, caressing your walls as he attempts to reach as far as possible within your walls. “for a slut, you really aren’t wet enough. did i not train you well enough, hmm?” getou murmured as he shook his head in disappointment. while you may not be wet enough for him, your shaking legs and ragged breathing were testament to the fact that you were close to cumming all over his fingers that are scissoring and stretching your little hole which definitely does not go unnoticed by your master. you were literally suffocating his fingers by clamping down on them while your whines were at a higher pitch. before you could release your warmth all over his fingers, he pulled his digits away from your entrance. it wasn’t fair, it really wasn’t but neither was it for him when all he simply wanted was to savour your tight pussy.
you trashed your legs around, jolting when he slaps your cunt which only resulted in your nipples getting harder. “remember, only good sluts can cum. again.”
he manoeuvred you such that you are now splayed across the bed. a meal just for him.
“p-please eat my p-ngh-pussy. i-i want y-you, master” you whimpered as you used your two fingers to stretch your lips open as wide as you can to invite him.
getou darkly chuckled. kneeling on the floor, his thumb ghosts over your throbbing clit that peeking out of your folds before flattening his tongue against your seeping entrance. he had you as putty in his hands — or rather his tongue, as he rubbed harsh circles around your clit while simultaneously lapping at your cunt. obscene slurps fills the room along with your whimpers and shaky gasps, only encouraging getou to apply more pressure and speed in his purpose of abusing you clit. your legs gave out under your weight at getou’s ministrations but getou only took you by the hips to pull you closer to his mouth.
“suguru-fuck!” you yelped when he pinches your clit to remind you to address him properly, “master, i-im close”
“then cum for me, kitten”
you could barely hear his muffled reply as firstly, he has buried his entire face into your pussy, devoting his being to worshipping your dripping cunt that is in need of a release. and secondly, you were basking too deep in pleasure to comprehend simple thought. the only two things in your mind is your desire to cum and to have your master’s cock in you — just like you were made to.
finally, the ache deep in your stomach slackens as came all over his mouth, perhaps a little too much. a shower of white liquid spouted out of your pussy as getou disallowed you from relaxing in his hold by increasing the frequency as which he is licking, prodding and rubbing at your poor pussy.
“beautiful.” he whispered in awe at your release. “do it again for me, beautiful”
and he continues, again and again and again. getou wants the imagery of you — head tossed back due to the overstimulation, breathy moans escaping your lips while your hands attempt to grab his to slow his fingers, ingrained in his head. his tongue would dive deep into your hole as he rubbed harsh circles on your clit. his fingers would pound mercilessly against your sweet spot, curling to prod at it. he would continue his ministrations over and over again to pull every single orgasm out of you until you are left with nothing but the desire for his cock in you.
you were at your…third? fourth? orgasm. you couldn’t really keep count as you were exhausted to the bone. lust heavily hazed your conscience to the point where you couldn’t feel getou finally separate himself from your cunt. with his hand messily jerking at his cock, he moved closer to you to rub the angry tip at your slit, up and down to gather your white slick. a strain of wetness connected your opening to his cock, eliciting a moan from him. he just can’t resist playing with your pussy a bit. grabbing your thighs, he pulled your closer and rolled his hips to rub against your lower lips. you were just so divinely wet, his cock was able to slide along your lips without any resistance. so wet that he easily slipped in with a soft ‘pop’.
“m-master, y-you’re finally in me” a lazy smile played at your lips, your hand unknowingly snaking down to your clit to rub at it.
“i know, kitten. you’re doing so well for me” you really are a good slut for him. you fed him praises as he continues to piston his cock deep inside your cunt. getou hunched over you, his long tendrils tickled your face as he pistons in and out of you endlessly. his tip started to abuse your cervix when getou rutted his hips against yours in desperation to chase his high. even when he did, his hips continued to move at an even faster pace, his semen trickling down at your thighs at every thrust into your cunt. it was not everyday that your pussy was this wet and this tight for him so he was taking every chance to be in it.
you had to make your master feel good because he was too kind and worked so hard to make you ready for his size. hooking your legs around him, you used your momentum to flip the two of you around. he grunted when he felt your small hand wrap around his cock, positioning it at your entrance before you sank down on it, making the two of you moan. you rocked your body against his at a pace of which you are in control of. his cock was too much but it was too good. your walls are basically a mould for his cock at this point. only getou’s dick could satisfy you now.
“c’mon whore, say it till you remember it. you are a good slut for your master’s cock.”
“i am a good slut for my master’s cock. i-i ah am a good slut-hiccup- for my master’s cock. i am…”
you chanted to yourself at every plunge of his cock along your velvet walls. in tandem, as you would drop your body to allow his cock to spear your hole, getou would thrust upwards. both of your skins gleaned with sweat as you worked together in chasing your release. heavy pants and strained moans of nearing climax and praises filled the room along with the rhythmic slap of getou’s hands at your ass that spreads your cheeks wide as he guides you on his cock.
“you’re going to come, kitten?” he hisses, digging his fingers deeper into the plushness of your ass. “come on, be a good little cockwhore and cum on my cock. i know you want to.”
without warning, he held you still and plunged his cock harder into you, splitting your pussy for him one more time. you started babbling incoherently as his cock leaves you gasping and hiccuping as getou’s hips stuttered again yours, cursing before he groans your name as his hot and thick cum fills your squelching pussy.
his hands mindlessly traced its way to your tits, squeezing your nipples lightly before you collapsed onto his chest. even with his cock still in your warm entrance, his seed continued to seep through your hole. it doesn’t matter because getou can just fill it up again when he needs to.
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Warnings: female reader, pet names (sweetheart), 'sir' used, spanking, oral (both f and m receiving), vaginal penetration, kissing, biting, softdom!Getou, inexperienced reader, fingering, lap sitting, traffic light system, orgasm denial, blindfold used, needy!reader, messy oral, Maki being a troll (lol)
Another 10 days passed since you saw Getou again, your last encounter plaguing you mind and replaying over and over again. The way his hands felt all over you, his firm body under you and the way he kissed you, stealing the breath from your lungs like he was a man starving. Your usual shift at the bar coming to an end, you watched as his driver walked in with a small box, holding it out to you expectantly... but before you could even attempt to grab it Maki did.
"Ooh, you kinky bitch. A blindfold?"
"What the-"
"Mr Getou would like your company offsite today and has requested for it to be a surprise."
"I-"
"He also said to give this card to Miss Zenin for your safety. It has the name of the venue, his direct number and the number for the phone in the room."
You glanced at Maki, hesitant to even consider it until she took the card and had a look at it (hiding it from you, of course). You watched as her eyes widened, a huge grin on her face as he let out a loud squee that you had to mute with your hand.
"Girl, if you don't put that on and get moving I'll happily go in your place."
Hand reaching for the blindfold, you hummed when the soft silk touched your skin, tying it around your head you let the driver and Maki walk you around the bar and to the car (so you assumed). The soft leather under your legs, rich woody scene surrounding you as he drove, you could feel the thrum of the engine under your legs and the warmth radiating through your body. It must have been a few minutes before you were guided out, a warm hand in yours as you walked a bit before the room became very warm again, there was some classical music playing in the background and you could hear the faint clattering of dishes that made you a little nervous.
Could everyone see you?
The hesitation must have been detected before you stopped moving, warm hands on your bare midriff making you jump and turn before the blindfold was lifted you and you were greeted with a crooked grin. You couldn't help the small poke to his chest, meeting hard muscle as he fake pouted in pain, clutching his heart dramatically before tugging you even closer to him. The smell of his expensive cologne, the sharp lines of his outfit and the way he looked at you like you owned him make you smile inwardly.
"How long have you been there?"
"The whole car journey."
"Suguru! That's mean."
He shrugged, leaning in to kiss your forehead before skimming his hands all over you with a sound of agreement. "Maybe. But you looked so beautiful and I just couldn't help myself."
Barely having a second to formulate a sentence, you let yourself be guided to a table only realising now that the whole restaurant was empty for you. Sitting on the chair that was pulled out for you, looking around at the fancy decor and shining surfaces, you watched as Suguru sat opposite you, pouring some water in your cup before taking a sip himself. He wore another dark suit, hair plaited on one side against his scalp and tied back in a low bun, you could see the glimmer of his earrings and cufflinks in the low light, dark purple shirt and black tie to match the suit. His eyes locked on yours with another boyish grin making you stutter and look away.
"Stare all you want. I don't mind."
Let's change the conversation, shall we?
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Change of scenery? I didn't want out first time together in your place of work, not sure how loud you'll be and I'd rather be the only one to hear that."
You were sure you looked like a fish, mouth open in shock as he spoke nonchalantly as if he was discussing the weather. Just as you were about to say something, the table began filling with small plates of food, a variety of dishes covering the spread as staff surrounded you one by one, the clatter of utensils on the table next to you and more water on your glass before you were left alone again, eyes wide in shock.
"I wasn't sure what you liked so I asked them to do a buffet style, eat what you want. Don't worry about the ones you don't like."
A nod, not trusting yourself to speak, before using a small fork to try some of the small canapés on the table, humming in pleasure at the taste bursting over your tongue until you looked up to see him staring again. Suddenly becoming self conscious and deciding to reach for the napkin, his hand stopping you with a small shake of his head as he reached for the same one with his bare hand and pressed it against your lips. The action to intimate, so tender, that you felt your cheeks heat and body react to him. His fingers lingering on your lips a second too long, swiping through the crumbs before pulling away and taking one for himself.
"So beautiful."
"So are you, Suguru."
He chuckled, reaching over to pop some food in your mouth again before wiping the excess with his thumb, this time popping it into his own mouth and sucking it clean. Your eyes darting around, embarassed, but no one seemed to care. The meal continued like this, small tidbits of pleasant conversation about your day and his, your plans for the week and random facts about each other. Again, nothing sex related and definitely not BDSM related and you were hit with confusion once again. You had been with him for almost two months, dates at the club where he would see you and pleasure you until your legs shook, mouth and tongue running across your skin in a hot trail. His fingers pumping in and out of you, curling and stretching you, your walls clamping on his digits while he held you in place. Nothing extraordinarily kinky, quite tame and vanilla really, leaving you a little disappointed and wanting.
"I... we..."
"Breathe." A finger on your chin, tipping it up to look at him. "Deep breath for me ok?"
"I want you to spank me."
A pause, a beat, far too long for your liking as he looked around the room once before leaning in to speak in your ear.
"Here?"
"What?! No, not here."
A low rumble as he chuckled, sitting back and wiping his mouth before signalling to the staff to clear the table. His eyes creasing in amusement, scanning your face as you tried to avoid eye contact with him, but his gaze felt like it was burning holes into you. Dark eyes, glinting like onyx as they stared into yours and held you suspended, his legs under the table as he rubbed his calf against yours to gain your attention again.
"Dessert?" You shook your head, unless they were serving him on a plate you didn't want it. "Home?" You shook your head again, biting your lip as you leaned forward, pressing your breasts together and drawing your attention go them purposefully.
"You, please... sir."
The elevator ride up was quiet, his hand on the small of your back as he guided you past the keycard doors and security. No wandering hands, no kissing, no pinning you to the wall... nothing. You wondered if he was regretting it, worried that he didn't want you anymore, that you had put him off by being too forward. He was a dom, right? And you hadn't behaved very sub-like when you spoke earlier. Your thoughts and inner monologue interrupted when you felt yourself tugged forward into him, warm hands holding your face as his lips mets yours in a frenzy. Tongue licking into your mouth, the most uncontrolled that you had ever seen him, hands hiking up your dress as he gripped the soft flesh with a groan.
"Stop. Thinking."
You nodded, lips feeling bruised as he pecked them again gently, hand holding your neck gently as he made you look at him. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"OK... I mean, yes sir."
A click and ping as the door behind you opened, the room was lit dimly and had a huge bed in the middle with a tray of water and roses set on the side. The windows were open slightly and you could see the curtains billowing with the force of it, it smell fragrant not overpowering but sweet and subtle. A tug on your hand made you jump a little, watching as he shrugged his jacket off and loosened his tie, hanging them up before taking your hand and guiding you to the bed.
"Give me a colour."
"Green... kinda."
"Why 'kinda'?"
"Nervous."
His hands pulled you closer until you were stood between his strong thighs, your hands on his shoulders and rubbing circles into the muscles there. His mouth landing a small kiss on your bare chest, moving up slowly until he reached your neck and throat, teeth sinking into the soft flesh making your legs shake a little.
"Still want that spanking?" You nodded, letting out a gasp when one landed on your clothed ass. "Words."
"Yes, sir."
"Strip for me then. Fold it all neatly and place it on the bed, lay over my lap when you're ready."
Taking a deep breath, two more when you looked at him, gripping the hem of your top and pulling it up over your head and unclipping your bra. You folded them, hands a little shaky as you leaned over the bed to place them there, bending to drop your skirt and underwear at once and repeating the motion until you were naked, bare and wanting for his attention. Leaning over his thick thighs, you placed your hands on the floor before closing your eyes, the feeling of the fabric against your skin made it feel so much more erotic.
"Safeword?"
"Red."
"Good girl. Fuck, I love this ass."
Fingers running down the unchartered skin, you moaned when his fingers rubbed across the sensitive hole before palming your ass. Your head dropping low when he landed one slap, the sound so much louder in the quiet room and making you rise on your tiptoes. He repeated this a few more times, slap and rub, slap and rub, your skin feeling hotter and hotter each time until it felt like it was on fire. After each one he checked in, asking a colour and confirmation before continuing, his free hand rubbing your cheek and across your lips gently.
"Colour?"
"Amber, it kinda hurts now."
Getou kissed the skin lightly, lips trailing across the warm flesh before lifting you up and onto his lap, your legs either side of his and wet pussy leaving translucent, sticky trails in his dark suit. His fingers running over your well-spanked ass before moving to your empty, wet pussy, eyebrow cocked when he felt how primed you were.
"Liked that, huh?"
Nodding, you leaned down to take his lips in a deep kiss and rubbing yourself all over him with a moan. Hands undoing the top buttons of his dress shirt, exposing the hard planes of his chest to you, pushing it down until he helped you remove it and lay it on the end of the bed. You shrieked when he pinned you under him, hands tugging you into position until your knees were pushed back to you chest and you would feel the cold against your wet folds.
"Suguru... stop."
Back arching when he licked from your wet hole up to your clit, your hands finding purchase in his dark hair and pulling him closer until you felt his nose against your clit. Tongue pushed inside you, lapping at your wet walls while his fingers reached up to tweak and pinch at them until you were reaching for his hands to gain any sort of momentum. Back arching, chest heaving when he pulled away to look up at you, fingers moving to press inside and curl in a way that made you see stars as you came.
"Wait... Suguru... stop."
"Stop? Or red?"
"No, don't stop. I mean... oh god."
Whining and kicking your feet when he pulled them free to lick them clean, you watched in rapt fascination as he shucked his clothes off leaving him just as naked as you. Hard cock bobbing against his stomach, tip red and leaking leaving small trails of precum on his abs. Propping up on the pillows, you reached for his hand and tugged him until he was sitting on your chest with his hard dick pressed against your lips. He wasted no time in stroking it to full hardness, gathering the beads of precum and smearing it all over your lips until your tongue came it to suck it clean.
"Think you can take my dick in that pretty mouth?"
Nodding, you let the same hand open your mouth and holdyour jaw as he fed you his long length, tip pressing against the back of your throat for a second before pulling away. Repeating the motion a few times until spit pooled in your mouth, making you gulp and swallow when he pulled away again, tip smearing across your lips before he pushed in and himself you there. You let him hold your wrists as he fucked your throat in shallow thrusts, pulling out fully each time before pushing back in. The last one making you gasp, breath ragged when he leaned back to kiss you, the taste of both your arousal mixing together. Moving down until his hips met yours, thick cock pressed against your stomach and smearing the mess of fluids all over you both.
"Suguru, stop teasing."
Arms pinned above your head, your eyes wide as you saw the man above you. Hair come undone, chest flushed and rising with each breath as his thick digits opened you up again, scissoring them open before he replaced it with his cock. Your hips tilting to meet him half way, pushing yourself down the bed to take him further until he moaned at the feeling. He filled you up so perfectly, his fingers had prepped you well but this was just something else.
Getou couldn't believe how good you felt around him, wet walls squeezing him tight and even though you were open and ready, the feeling of your gummy walls pressing against his dick made him growl against your lips. He could feel your feet digging to his back, pulling him in further until his balls were flush with the curve of your ass. Your eyes staring up at him, so full of desire and need, so trusting and he recalled the first time he met you.
You had been serving drinks, smiling at the customers until someone had come over and got up into your face, unfortunately security were short and the drunkard had managed to get over the bar to you before Satoru could do anything. He watched in rapt fascination as you picked up a bottle and smashed it over his head, watched him fall in a heap before landing a high five on the other waitress. He couldn't help but grin, completely enamoured with the way you handled the situation and the way you held yourself.
Moving himself so he had more leverage, Getou began moving inside you with long, deep thrusts. Each one pulling a gasp from you, making sure he was seated inside you fully before pulling out until the tip was left. Your head thrown back, the delicate column of your throat inviting him to lean down and bite it, skin littered with heated marks as he sucked the sensitive skin of your breasts. Hands holding your lush ass as he slammed into you again and again, forehead leaning against yours as he watched the flutter of emotions on your face. Eyes screwed shut, mouth open on a silent gasp when he thrust in especially hard. He felt your walls spasm around him when he paused, making you whine and buck up.
"I'm close. Don't stop."
"Hmm?"
"Suguru..."
Nothing.
"Please?"
Still nothing.
"Please, sir. Let me cum?"
Flipping you both over, you couldn't help the low moan that left your mouth when he was seated even deeper, splitting you open as his hands held your knees apart. You were sure you looked obscene, legs spread showing your stretched pussy for him. Breasts bouncing up and down with each movement, leaning on his chest as you moved faster and fast, taking the little control you had in this position before he snatched it back again. You could feel the telltale signs of your orgasm creeping up again only to have them stolen when he held your hips in place.
"Noooooo... why?"
"Because it pleases me."
Looking down at him, his hair a dark halo on the pillow, one arm slung over his head as he moved the hand to your throat gently. Thumbs rubbing along the pulse point in your neck before he pulled you down, you felt yourself shift before he started moving. Heels digging into the mattress as he fucked up into you, breath knocked from your lungs as you screamed his name. This time he didn't stop you, your orgasm fast and hard as he fucked you through it until you were twitching above him. Nails leaving long scratches down his chest, whining and whimpering when his long fingers rubbed over the stretched flesh where you were still joined.
"Colour, sweetheart."
"G-green. So, green."
A low chuckle as he moved you to look at him, eyes scanning yours before he pulled you in for a kiss.
NNAAAAURRR I LOVE THE EVENT LET ME REQUEST SOMETHING.
may i have a timestamp plss 🙏🏾🙏🏾 female reader x getou at 3:29am w telepatia by kali uchis (Or up late by ari lennox 👀👀) i wanted to ask for an angsty one but i might cry. so i want fluff 😌😌😌 and congrats on 1k again 😭💞 you deserve it!!!
「 3 : 29 AM + UP LATE 」
tags... fluff, mentions of an injury and a suggestive line
note... nicoooo yk i had to do up late that's my song right theraurrrr, I hope you like this baee and tysm for requesting 💖
ORISHA'S 1K EVENT :: CLOSED
lids heavy with sleep, you drape your covers farther up your shoulders. you were completely exhausted. training with mei mei had taken a toll on your body.
your lower abdomen still throbs from where she'd landed an unmerciful hit. with it, a shiver racks your body as you envision her curling, red smile and a flock of feral crows in her stead.
you stare at the dim ceiling, awaiting for the tendrils of sleep to pull you in it's grasp. you ruminate– geto flashes through your mind and your heart pangs. you hadn't seen your boyfriend much today, he'd been even more busier than you. you dearly missed when you both had the time to bask in each other's presence but you couldn't do a thing abou–
"hello there." you’re not given much time to process who or what would be outrageous enough to barge into your room at three in the morning before a body comes barreling towards you.
you let out a yelp, the air knocking viciously out your lungs. even in a state of disorientation, you recognized the person immediately— geto smells like your body wash anyways.
you don't know whether to jump for joy or punch him in the gut so he could feel the same searing pain that you had. he must've seen your face of disgruntlement because he's pulling away, taking your face into his hands and asking away. "are you okay?"
"no." and almost immediately, his face falls. a curtain of hair tickles at your cheeks as he looks for any injuries. you break silence with a giggle, his serious expression too much to handle. "i'm kidding." you pat his shoulders and his serious expression melts.
you notice that he's clad in his sleepwear. "how long have you been back?" he falls by your side and wraps an arm around your middle.
"an hour. had the worst mission ever." he sighs, you give a sound of sympathy.
"can't sleep?" you turn on your side, swiping a lock of his hair from his face.
"i'll spare you the details, but today i learned some curses can still fight with their head's cut off. won't be able to sleep for awhile."
"oh." you blink, threading your fingers with his. "doesn't sound fun." he nods, pressing closer towards you. his warmth envelops you in an addictive kind of serenity.
he finds your eyes in the dark. "i wonder what this is all for." you purse your lips, a bitter taste layering on your tongue. the answer should be easy but you don't bother to think.
"me too." it isn't exactly a lie. "we can just stay up – you know, since you can't sleep. "
"and do what?" he wiggles his eyebrows.
you roll your eyes and kick at his shin."talk."
with a pained expression, he agrees. "yeah, let's do that."
tw/cw: major character death, murder, implied jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers, non-sorcerer reader, bath tub sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie/ breading, thigh riding, slight edging, asphyxiation (not in the sexual way), porn with plot (is that even a tag?)
for @cxssiopeiia deadly sins collab
a/n: this is a bit longer than my usual fics, there's a bit more plot beforehand, not to mention it's my first smutty jjk fic!!
the day had passed by quickly, you'd barely even noticed how the clock struck ten, making you sigh and decide it was time for a shower. your apartment building was extra lonely these days, though suguru promised you that once he graduated he'd join you. only a month or so left until that could become a reality.
you had slipped into a robe, the water still heating up as you thought to find a speaker, to amplify your relaxation. it was as you were rummaging through your things that you heard a knock at your door.
at first, you were skeptical, was it worth answering? though you figured that it could be suguru, he oftentimes did stop by, sneaking out of the dorms to spend the night with you.
peaking through the eye hole, it in fact was your boyfriend. smiling, you opened the door, engulfing him in a hug the moment you could. you felt him tense up for a second, wrapping his arms around you in return.
"hi baby," you giggle, pulling away from him. you didn't question his reason for the visit, knowing how stressful things could get for him. "i was just about to take a bath, do you wanna join me?"
he gave you a weak smile, a soft laugh leaving his lips, "that sounds lovely." you held onto his hand, leading him towards the bathroom. bending over the tub, you could feel that the water was at a perfect temperature, pouring in bath salts and a good amount of bubbles.
the two of you made small talk; casually asking each other about your days, your weeks, things you saw on the television, the new chapter of your favorite manga. it was enough for you to forget about your worries as you stood in front of suguru, both of you naked.
his eyes lingered on your body, stepping closer to your, bringing you into his arms, "you're so beautiful." you felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment, breaking free from his hold and dipping your legs into the bathtub.
suguru wasn't far behind you, as the two of you sat in the water, your back pressed against his chest as you sat in between his legs. though, it only took a few kisses and lingering touches for you to end up straddling his thigh, rubbing your clit against his soft skin.
you groaned, tilting your head back and arching your back, trying to get any sort of relief. suguru held onto your waist, focused on your movements, the water splashing around the two of you.
"please su'" you could barely get his full name out, so needy for him, craving his touch with every humping motion your hips made. suguru only clicked his tongue, "i want you to cum on my thigh first, okay doll?" you whimpered, nodding slightly, dragging your hips forward and backward with the help of his strong hands gripping your waist.
it didn't take long, your body twitched as your felt your legs tremble, coming down from your first orgasm. you fell back against his chest, running your hands up and down his forearm. catching you breath, little ‘i love yous’ leaving your lips.
suguru now, was getting just as antsy, turning you to face him while holding your waist even more tightly and lifting you up so you could hover over his cock. you felt the tip against your folds, feeling needier than ever yet still so sensitive.
“that’s it baby,” he said so kindly, letting you enjoy the stretch. “fuck, you’re tight.” you only moaned in response, eyes shut, feeling how the veins of his dick rubbed against you gummy walls.
the bath water was still splashing around, some even spilling over the edge but you didn't care, too occupied with suguru and the way his lips attached to your skin, sucking and leaving love bites. his hands grabbed your ass, moving you up and down, grunted at the way you squeezed around him.
"oh- ahh- god," you practically screamed, gripping onto him, eyes rolling to the back of your head, too high on pleasure to form proper sentences.
suguru could tell by the way you clenched around him that you were close, slowly down to tease you even more. you eyes squeezed shut, pawing out him, begging him to keep going.
"no, please, please su," you sniffled, "keep going. i need you." you begun rocking back and forth, even bouncing a bit to get any sort of friction, but it didn't feel as good as it would if he was doing it.
suguru laughed a bit, placing his hand against your jaw, bringing you in for a kiss, continuing to watch you squirm, desperately trying to get off.
"you want me to fuck you?" he taunted into your ear, leaving you to whine and whimper. "you wanna cum all over my cock?"
he held you with such strength, you were sure were going to bruise the next day. suguru hammered up into you, leaving you gripping the edge of the tub, not even bothering to hold back your moans. there was a flash of anger in his eyes, that you were too fucked out to see, as he proceeded to pound his frustration into you.
suguru left bites all over your body, making you scream out, legs shaking and mouth hanging open as he showed no signs of stopping. you always liked it rough, though he'd never done anything like this, making you wonder if something was up.
in the midst of your sinful activity, you heard your phone vibrate from the counter top, groaning, knowing it was probably important.
"leave it." suguru grunted at the first sign of you getting distracted. he held your jaw in place, making you look into his almost manic eyes, "i want to see your face when i fuck my cum into you."
you felt your stomach swirl at his words, making the cord in your gut snap for the second time, heading falling back as he fucked you through your second orgasm.
feeling overstimulated, you couldn't help but babble incoherently, you tongue lolling out of your mouth, your mind buzzing, missing the degradation suguru was whispering into your ear.
"fuck, i'm gonna breed you like a bitch in heat, you want that? yeah, i bet you do—filthy whore." like he said, ropes of cum filled your cunt, making your body spasm at the warm sensation.
huffing, you lay against his chest, feeling his arms wrap around you. the two of you came down from your highs together, taking a minute to breath. suguru planted a cold kiss against your forehead.
"i love you," you told him.
"let's get cleaned up again, i'm exhausted." too dazed to notice he hadn't said it back, you nodded, nuzzling towards him, letting him take you off his soft dick and back against the tub.
it didn't take long after that, and you and suguru found yourselves heading to bed; you already under the covers, waiting for you boyfriend. you hadn't bothered checking you phone or what the earlier call was about.
suguru said your name from the threshold of your room. he was wearing one of his old shirts that he always kept at your place, hand resting on the top of the door frame. you hummed, raising an eyebrow, confused at his distressed state.
it looked as if there was something that snapped inside of him, like he was a different person. his lips pressed together, eyes starting at the floor and then darting towards you resting form.
"yes, love?" you smiled, seeing as he stepped towards you, not stopping until he was at the edge of the bed. he sat down, turning his face to you, letting you see the intense look on his face.
"i did something bad," he admitted, voice low and quiet. you frowned, not knowing what he was getting at. you didn't get a chance to inquire as his hands rested on your shoulders, his palms feeling colder than usual.
"and i have to keep doing bad things-" "baby, what are you-"
"let me finish, fuck," he cursed, "i can't make exceptions." you'd never seen a more angry expression on suguru's face before, he'd always been soft and gentle with you. now, though, it was like looking at a completely different person, like something had possessed him. it was only natural that your fear intensified.
in a blink, his hands wrapped around your neck, staring down at you. you could see a single tear brimming in his eyes. you clawed at his hands, your breathing becoming more and more shallow, feeling your head become light and spots playing in your vision.
“su-” you choked out, your own tears streaming down your face, “su! stop!” you gasped, hoping that maybe, just maybe he’d ease up. you were wrong to hope as you felt him press down harder.
you kicked your legs, squirmed around, but your boyfriend was much larger than you, trapping you under him and pinning your limbs down to the bed.
“it’s for a better world, y/n,” he grunted, “i have to do this, i can’t make excepts,” he repeated and as your eyes closed, life leaving your body you heard him. “i’m sorry.”
you have 1* message
from gojo satoru:
y/n, if you see suguru do not let him in. we don’t know where he is right now but he’s dangerous and we have reason to believe he might want to hurt you. i know you love him but please don’t open the door for him if he comes by.
let it be my thing [i'm not appropriating it, i'm just saying] - spoiling you with little imagine/scenarios while I'm writing the work.
imagine - getou suguro. smut!
you just woke up, lazily walk to the kitchen to make yourself and your husband a cup of coffee, yawning. a morning snooze engulfed you, causing you to straighten your arms above your head - morning stretching. suddenly, you felt on your hips man hands - your husband.
'good morning, sugar' he kissed the back of your neck. you feel one more thing - his morning wood. right on your ass as he wiggles his pelvis from side to side, exhaling into your ear. 'please, bunny, take care of my cock'
