U wanna put 'em in your mouth, pull 'em all down south
perv!Geto x perv!reader
ꨄ cont: perv!geto, unprotected, masturbation, p in v, oral f!receiving, panty shenanigans, dirty talk, breeding kink (if you squint)
ꨄwc: 2.5k
ꨄ a/n: dedicated to my muse @nanaslutt the inventor of perv!geto. The people yearn for him <3
Suguru just couldn’t get enough of you. The way you walk, how you speak, that light perfume you always wear, how you wear your hair when you’re at home.
He can’t seem to get you out of his head lately, your ass in those shorts you always wear plaguing his mind.
He thinks of you as he walks toward your bedroom, placing his ear on the door. He hears the shuffle of your feet and he exhales, thinking about all the things you could be doing together if you only knew.
The spout of your shower turns on, and he pushes your bedroom door open, socks padding on carpeted floors as he slips inside without a sound.
He thinks of you as his pants tighten, your little sigh as you step into the water going straight to his groin.
He can feel the steam in your ensuite bathroom seep through the crack in the door, and he can only imagine what you’re doing in there.
Are you touching yourself? He thinks, heading to the bathroom door. You’re filthy, he groans internally; you leave your underwear lying on the floor in your room while you shower. He picks them up, bringing the soft cotton to his nose. So sweet, he thinks, eyes rolling back into his head. His tongue darts out to taste the crotch, savoring the sweet and tangy flavor on your underwear.
And, he thinks of you as he wraps your panties around his cock, stuffed in his fist as he jerks himself off.
He groans, biting the heel of his free hand, as he pumps his fist, the black fabric woven around his fingers as his grip slips from the base of his cock to the tip.
He’s gotten pretty good at doing this quickly, letting his mind wander to what your naked body might look like in the shower, spurring him on as he fists his thick cock and grunts, muffling the sound with his hand. He’s getting close now, hips bucking into his hand as his hand slides around himself, the fabric of your panties adding just the right amount of friction.
How he'd love to see you with your legs up on his shoulders as he pushes the head of his cock between your thighs, your soaking wet panties shifting against his length. Just the thought alone has his cock twitching and begging to come into your pretty black panties.
He hears you make a sound in the shower and his head perks up, What was that? He wants to hear it again. You’re such a dirty girl, he thinks as he imagines you using the showerhead on yourself. Do you have one of those? You would… his filthy girl would be doing something nasty like that behind closed doors.
All the thoughts he’s having are driving him insane, and he grips his cock tighter, squeezing around the head to finish himself off. He comes, right on the crotch of your panties, fucking into the fabric as he spills himself out.
Carefully, he massages his seed into the fabric, leaving them wet and thick with his come. He sets them back down on the floor next to your shorts, tucking himself back into his pants.
The water shuts off, and he slips out of your room, closing the door soundlessly.
–
You find yourself in Suguru’s room. He’s out buying groceries, so you snuck into his room. You’re rummaging through his top drawer, looking around frantically as you find what you’re looking for.
Black boxer briefs.
You slowly step out of your shorts and underwear, leaving them pooled on the floor at your feet. You slide on his boxers and have to stifle a whimper as the heat in your center grows at just the feeling of the fabric touching you. You bite your lip, heading over to his bed with your vibrator tucked into your left hand. Laying down, you smell the fragrance of the expensive shampoo he uses leftover on his pillow. It sends you reeling. Long hair falling over broad shoulders, you imagine him in the kitchen, sweats hanging low on his hips as you click the vibrator on to the first setting.
Placing the bullet over your clothed clit, you moan, the sensation almost as good as you imagine Suguru’s fingers would feel, doing little circles over the bud. You’re soaking, the fabric of his boxer briefs dampening as you keep the pressure of the vibrator over your clit.
You left a crack in the door so you could hear in case Suguru got home, and you whine, thinking about him walking in on you. It makes your cheeks heat and your legs clench, juices pooling in his underwear.
You’re getting close, you can feel it. Just like how you imagine you feel Suguru’s hot breath on your neck as he’s pummeling into you, and you slip your vibrator under the waistband of the underwear. The direct contact has your head spinning, hips grinding into it as you chase your high.
“Suguru, Sugu…” you whisper breathlessly, begging the ghost of him you’ve conjured up to let you come.
Come for me, baby. You imagine him saying, and you’re right there.
You hear the keys jingle in the door and you cry out, biting your lip as you come.
-
Suguru hears you as his keys unlock the door. My filthy girl, while I’m not home… he thinks, pants growing tighter. When he steps into the apartment, he drops the groceries off at the counter before making his way down the hallway to your bedroom door, pressing his ear up against it. He needs to hear you panting as you come down from your high. But he doesn’t hear anything.
-
You scramble, sliding his underwear off and tossing them somewhere randomly as you hastily put on your own underwear and shorts. You stuff your vibrator into the back pocket of your shorts and sneak to his bedroom door. When you open it, you see his own form pressed against your own door.
“Suguru?” You ask, taken aback.
He turns quickly to face you, but then a confused look flickers in his expression.
“What were you doing in my room?” He asks, face unreadable.
“I was… looking for my shirt. I think our laundry got mixed up,” you lie smoothly.
“Didn’t find it? I’ll help you look,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips as he walks towards his room. Suguru knows what you were doing. It lights a fire in him.
You put your hands out to stop him.
“No, that’s okay.”
“I think I can find it.”
“No really, it’s fine.”
You’re suddenly very aware that you left his underwear out and you’d really like to stop him from finding those. You’ll just have to sneak back in to throw them in the laundry later.
“Let’s put the groceries away,” you say, backing him up.
“I’d like to go to my room, please,” he smiles, squinting his eyes closed. It makes you throb. Oh, he’s gonna catch me, you think, and it does something to you.
“...Okay,” you say, stepping out of the way. You follow behind Suguru as he goes into the room, eyes scanning for the discarded underwear. You spot them, quickly stepping to the side to retrieve them and you ball them in your hands and hide them behind your back. Suguru notices this movement and turns.
“What are you doing?” He asks, cautiously.
“Nothing.”
“What do you have behind your back?”
“Nothing. Why so many questions?”
“Let me see.” He comes closer to you, grabbing your arm.
“No.”
He pulls your arm, and you fight back against his grip for a minute, but he quickly overpowers you. His underwear falls to the floor in between the two of you and you hang your head in shame.
“...Why did you have these?” He asks, picking them up off the floor, running his fingers along the damp fabric. “They’re wet.”
“I…”
“Were you… wearing these?” He asks, grinning.
“No, I was…” You fail to come up with an excuse.
“Were you getting off on it?” His voice dips low, hand coming to tip your chin up.
“Pervert…” you say, shaking your head and closing your eyes tight.
“Maybe. But I’m not the one who masturbated in someone else's underwear.” He smiles that same unreadable smile.
You groan, heat flooding to your cheeks and in between your legs. Your eyes open and your gaze finds his, his face closer to you than you would’ve expected.
“You’re not denying it.”
“I…” the words catch in your throat, leaving you to choke out another sound.
–
How you found yourself under Suguru you’ll never know. He’s got his head between your thighs, tongue lapping and sucking on the cotton of your underwear.
“It’s so much better when it’s the real thing,” he moans into your clothed cunt, lips and tongue pressing against you.
“You fucking perv,” you practically sob, needing him closer.
“Says you, filthy girl. I heard you getting yourself off earlier when I came home. Didn’t know it was in my underwear, though.” He grinds himself into the mattress, pulling your underwear to the side.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice my panties going missing,” you try.
“Why didn’t you come get them, then?” He licks a stripe up your puffy cunt, moaning as you buck your hips up to meet his lips.
You respond with a moan, high and breathy as it leaves your throat.
“I knew you were fuckin’ dirty,” he groans against you.
“You’re n..nasty Suguru…”
“Say it again.”
You oblige, calling him every nasty word you can think of. His lips meet you again, tongue swirling around your clit. You feel yourself getting hotter, needing more and more. Your hands fly to the back of his head, pushing his nose into your clit. He pushes his tongue inside of you, moving his head as he breathes in your scent.
“Fuck, you smell like heaven,”
“You’re going to hell,” you whine.
“You’re coming with me, baby.”
You clench around his tongue as he calls you that, it sounding just like how it did in your fantasies. You grind your hips against his face, your orgasm nearing.
“Suguruuu…” you pant, hand gripping his hair tightly, “‘M close…”
“C’mon nasty girl, come in my mouth,” he groans, and that is not the same as what you had fantasized about earlier. Though, you listen anyway, letting go as your vision goes white and you're coming, so hard, riding his face as you do so. He laps you up, hips bucking into the comforter of his bed as you come, choking out his name and cursing him.
“F..fuck you, Suguru, you’re nasty…” you cry as you come down. He chuckles, his breath hitting your aching cunt and the sound low and reverberating.
“Should I remind you of what you did earlier?”
And he’s sitting up now, slipping your underwear back in place as he slides his throbbing cock over the fabric.
“Wanna fuck you with your panties on, baby,” he’s saying, both of you moaning as he ruts against you.
“Dirty freak,” you moan, clamping your legs shut as he fucks in between your thighs.
“You’re dirtier.”
He slips your panties aside again, the tip of his cock begging to be sucked into your cunt. As he pushes in, you moan, crossing your legs at the ankles where they rest on his shoulder.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groans, “better than I imagined, baby.”
He’s pummeling into you, leaving no room to breathe as his cock scrapes your walls. You just moan, the feeling of being so full making your stomach flip and your eyes squeeze shut.
“Your pussy is so much better than the panties of yours I’ve been fucking,” he says, panting as he drives himself back into you again.
“Fuck, always put my panties back on after you came in them, Sugu,” you babble, and he fucking moans.
“Shit, baby. You wanna hold my cum in this pretty pussy?” He’s stuttering, your words threatening an early release. “I wanna fill you up so bad, baby, please. Please let me.”
He’s begging, and who are you to deny him? Suguru losing it right now is making your pussy ache, and his cock is hitting so good inside that you think you might see stars.
“Yeah, Sugu. Gimme your cum. I want it,” you’re begging in return.
“Look so pretty in these panties, baby, I like these ones. I wanna fuck you in the black ones too, you know– the ones with the lace and the bows. I love those,” he babbles as he grips at your thighs, slapping against you as he drives his cock in further.
“Can’t believe you got yourself off in my underwear, you dirty girl. So nasty.,” he grins, pace getting sloppy.
“Sugu, gonna come again,” is all you have to offer him. His hand flies between your thighs to rub up on that tight little bundle of nerves and you're shaking, his touch all you needed to fall over the edge. You lose vision a second time, gripping his wrist with your hands as it’s all too much and you’re crying out his name.
He fucks you through it, but he’s sloppy as he does so. He groans, nails digging into your thighs as he comes, pumping you full of him.
You both still, panting in sync as you come down. He flops over, laying down next to you as you both stare at the ceiling.
After a beat, you speak, and you can hear him roll his eyes.
“Give me my panties back. All of them,” you say.
“Not a chance.”
