nipple play and geto + choso
geto who teases them till all hell and choso whos got an oral fixation and weird fascination with them.
cleaver! geto x reader, choso x reader
warnings: pain in geto’s, nipple play, choso is the loml matter of fact.
geto is a monster. you suspected it before, but you’re sure of it now, chest rising sharply as you writhe. he’s got one of your tits in his mouth, tongue pointed against the nipple, lips squeezing around it like he’s going to pull it off. his other hand is fervently working, nails just so barely digging into your areola while he clamps hard on your bud.
“that hurt?” his tone is calm, monotone and aggravating as ever— and oh so sexy—, muffled against your chest. he pinches down harder, dragging a whine out of you.
“too much for you to take, pretty girl?” you don’t bother to answer as he goes back to sucking with a slurping noise, working diligently on what you can only assume is to hurt you. it’s twisted, you think, the way your pussy clenches from the contact, the wet you feel dripping down your thighs embarrassing you.
you can feel him, hard and angry, against your hip and you moan breathlessly. this is unfair. suguru is a vile man. he tweaks at you, twists in an ungodly way, and has the nerve to laugh against your skin when you whimper.
“sugu— can’t! no more, please!” it stings, sure, but it feels too good. you think, pathetically enough, you could cum from just this. and you can tell he knows that.
he pulls back enough to look up at you over your breasts and clicks his tongue in disagreement. “i’m not gonna be done any time soon, sweetheart.” and he goes until you physically can’t take it anymore— until your back arches, you push up into him as hard as you can, and then your body falls limp as you pass out. then he pulls back and places a series of slow and soft kisses along your pads. he’ll fuck you when you come to, he decides.
choso is too perfect for his own good. he is a man of great infatuation; to the way he counts all the freckles on your back to how he knows all your favorite nail shades and what stores you like to shop at. he’s also obsessed— obsessed— with your body.
when it comes to your nipples, he’s enamored, intrigued, beyond comprehension. he sucks lightly, as if it were a pacifier, other hand anxiously placed on your ribs. it’s hot, it’s heavy, but it’s not inherently sexual.
it’s a slow process, needy for your touch and skin and being. he suckles on you, tongue swirling around in slow circles. he grins against you as you gasp, pulling back just barely to ask a simple “are you okay?”
this is heaven to him, a blessing from the gods, and as he feels you clench up he knows he’s doing good enough. he knows, of course, you want more but he’s steady, calm with his touch.
spit dribbles down your chest, a sloppy and vulgar and pure mess. he thinks he was meant to be here and you’re sure he is.
choso is obsessed with you, and he shows it when he worships your breasts every chance he can get.