SUMMARY → where getou can not stop talking about the beautiful future sorcerer he shares his classes with
PAIRING → getou suguru x fem!black!reader
GENRE → fluff, drabble
MASTERLIST→ if you want to read other works of mine
A/N → because you can not fucking tell me he would not like black woman, we are fucking gorgeous. all of them wouldAND they would write poetry about them!
“NO, YOU DO NOT understand! She is so perfect, it makes me want to cry.” Getou sighs out, not being able to hold it in anymore.
Humming, his friend takes his eyes off the training fields and glances at his friends, “Yeah?” he asked.
“She is smart, her technique is fucking crazy and this is just the start of her journey. I could bet money on her being one of the greatest sorceres ever.” he says, unconsciously a smile takes over his features as he thinks about her.
Holding his hands up, he tries to find the words to make his friend understand how perfect this one person is, “And it is all packaged in this beautiful body. The way the sun touches her skin and it just observes it like nothing I have ever seen before.”
“And when she smiles…” he throws his head back. Leaning on the stairs, spreading out his lips as a grin takes over his face, “it’s… It’s like the whole world smiles with her.”
“She is so gentle, and soft. Kind… and easily scared. It gets wounded just like all of us, and when I see it I just.”
Having Gojou hum, he tilts his head to wait for what he has to say, “Want to be a simp?” he teases. Receiving himself a kick to his leg, “There are more women in the world than just ( Y/N ).”
Ignoring his friend, he looks up again. Letting out a dreamy sigh at the mention of her name, “I would do anything to protect her. If there was a way for me to make sure curses could never hurt her, I would take it in a heartbeat.”
Faux whipping noises ring his ears, making him sit up. Glaring softly at the blue-eyed sorcerer, “She was right, we should bully people with blue eyes.”
/…fluff, cuddles, satoru got a large sweater for you to slip underneath and cuddle
Playing with Suguru’s hair as he lays his head on your stomach. His chest resting on your legs, while you sit on Satoru’s lap. You twirl a long strand of Suguru’s hair which is reaching his butt.
Bits of Suguru’s large tattoo if half decayed dragon show through his long hair. And he shivers when you trail your fingertips along the inky lines. You open your mouth expectantly right before Satoru touches the tip of a chocolate covers strawberry to your lips.
Suguru slowly pushes himself up, making your hand slid up his toned back to his broad shoulder. As he looks up at you, you tuck long strands of his hair that hang in his face behind his ear while he says, “Must the two of you always bring out the large oversized cuddle sweater?”
Satoru grabs another strawberry and holds it out to Suguru as he says, “I think Suga is jealous that I have your skin pressed on mine and I get to hold you closer.” Suguru grabs Satoru’s wrist and softly bites into the fruity sweet being offered to him.
You lean down to kiss Suguru’s forehead before twisting in the large sweater to kiss Satoru’s cheek. While he reaches for another strawberry off the sidetable pushed in front of the sofa for easier access to the plethora of sweats Satoru brought home.
Suguru’s scoffs, “Please, she would slip out and come cuddle me without the sweater if I asked.” He leans in and gives you a sweet, slow chocolate flavored kiss. Before he pulls away and kisses your nose, as he slips his hand under the sweater to softly message your soft belly, which is one of his favorite parts to lie on.
Suguru pulls away and grabs a small cookie as you suggest, “Or we can get a bigger sweater for Suguru to fit.” Satoru underneath you jolts with excitement and he goes,
“Mmmm!” before he swallows his food and finishes by saying, “this is why we married this woman.”
Suguru smiles up at Satoru and then looks down at you, the two people in this world that keep his head on his shoulder and make him forget about the workday. Your soft smile, and warm eyes, alongside Satoru’s large goofy grin and being able to see his bright blue eyes after he had his blindfold on all day.
Suguru wants underneath the sweater, but he didn’t want to admit it, so he says,“We could just wrap a blanket around the three of us.” Satoru slides his hand down your side softly squeezing every time his hand drops, going down to your hips before sliding his hand back up. They always gave the best cuddles.
Summary: Sometimes happiness means Geto Suguru’s Happiness
Characters: Geto x reader
cw: angst, reader is crazy in love with geto, mention of death, minor manga spoiler
A/n: uhm, help me with the title pls?
“I trust him more than I trust myself.” At long last, you said it. The truth you have been holding that feels like ages. You always wanted to proclaim it, shove it to everyone’s face, and scrape it on your skin but what’s stopping you? Fear? Abandonment? Condemnation? Maybe, but now you won’t have to feel that. Not when you are ready to give up everything for him, ready to throw everyone else for him. For the scraps of his love and for the declaration on yours.
“Do you realize how crazy you sound right now y/n? he’s a goddamn serial killer wake up!” You said nothing but silence, unwary of the rage and disgust that your friend is offering you right now. Unhinged and stupid enough to understand the words she utter is reality. Unable to think properly whether the love of your life is a serial killer or a dejected son of God. It is a fact that he is a ticking bomb, a heartless mass murderer that killed hundreds-no thousands of people. He’s willing to kill everyone, even killed his own parents for his twisted morals. He signifies death, stinks of misfortune, and bleeds ruination but that didn’t matter because it didn’t scare you. He didn’t scare you, not a bit because you saw him differently. You saw him more than his violence, you saw him beyond his transgressions. They never saw him the way you saw him so they didn’t realize that those dull melancholy eyes were suffocating in pity. Those loneliest nights were his mind was destroying him doing the unthinkable and that of he’s just yearning for someone’s touch, someone’s warmth, and someone’s affection. Someone to tell him that he’s not alone and it will be okay. Those guilty hands and thorn heart that shouted truce where he wanted to stop but he couldn’t. How can you be truly scared of him when you saw him stripped naked with wounds covering his whole body, soul shattered to pieces, and mind covered in a vast darkness. He wanted to be saved but couldn’t. He just wanted to be free. Free of pain and free of terror and so he did.
“Your right, Maybe I am crazy, cuz I fucking love him no matter what you say and no matter what I do.”
“He’s just using you, you know that after he gets what he wants he’ll kill you. He’ll do it without a second thought.”
Your mind began to wonder at the thought of him, Geto Suguru, your master, the love of your life. You saw him at his lowest that facades his glory and you know what he feels inside. He wanted the truth. Freedom of fear, abandonment and death. He wants to be strong and to do that you’ll have to die. God, would you really deny him? Deny his will and candor? Can you say no to his glistening black eyes that cry out peace and unadulterated joy as he witnesses your dying body on the cold ground chasing the last second of your life with an imprint of his genuine buoyancy as he walks towards his eternal truth leaving you behind?
Your heart throbbed, soul faltering, just the slip of his genuine joy makes you weak and restless. If that gives him his freedom, his true happiness, and fulfillment then you’ll do it. You’ll do it in a heartbeat.
“I know and I’ll die on that day with a smile on my face because the person I love the most had at last reached his heaven thus, I did.”
Geto seems like the kind of guy who would be very nice to the person he likes. Despite his dark personality, he’s polite and caring towards the object of his affection.
That is until he’s rejected.
“I’m sorry, I can’t accept your feelings.”
He’s still all smiles, he’s still the nice Geto you used to know. You don’t even notice that slight twitch at the corner of his lips and the glint in his eyes as you walk away after you apologize.
Days pass and he’s still nice to you, although there’s already an invisible wall between you. Understandable. It would be shameless of you to keep wanting his attention after you rejected him.
You just aren’t ready for a relationship and it would be unfair to him to be responded with such half-assed feelings. But you can’t help but feel a bit bad.
It’s alright. You did the right thing. Everything will be okay.
But as days turn to weeks, you only feel more and more miserable.
For some reason, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of tightness in your chest, the sudden melancholy during odd hours of the day or the deep longing you feel. You have trouble sleeping and when you do, the scene of you rejecting him always plays on repeat. You don’t even know why.
And the face of Geto always appears in your mind.
Who knew rejecting someone could feel this bad.. this miserable. And you could only imagine how he feels about all of this. You saw him this morning. He seems fine and thriving well.
But why are you feeling so empty?
Perhaps you actually like him back?
Now you feel regretful. How stupid of you. If only you could turn back time and take back your words, maybe you won’t feel as sad as you are right now. And you wouldn’t have hurt poor sweet Geto-
That’s it. You have to see him. You need to take him back.
When you appeared in front of him face flushed with tears in your eyes and begging to be taken back, he couldn’t suppress a smirk.
As he thought…
Rejection ain’t nothing a little black magic can’t fix.
geto suguru came and went before he found you, so why does it feel like he’s not taking you with him this time.
warnings : f. sorcerer reader, slight angst, sex as a means of comfort, slightmanga spoilers,aged up!jujutsu tech sorcerer geto, exhibitionism (sex in a classroom), breeding, fingering, very minor marking.
word count : 2.8k
note : i’ve never written for this man before and then suddenly wrote this, sorry in advance :,)
he’d seemed out of it the last few days—he’d started taking his own missions lately, and the time you’d been spending with suguru was beginning to wear thin. you still seen him but the brief encounters left you feeling unfulfilled, he seemed more closed off than he usually was—like something was on his mind, like something had rooted itself within the thoughts that made you fall in love with geto suguru in the first place and began to take shape, corrupting him along with it.
something had changed that day, after their mission—even satoru wasn’t the same because the last time your gaze locked with his you remember thinking that diamonds had never looked so transparent, not that you ever found out why, but this was the one instance where you didn’t mind that, because as much as truths felt like beginnings, by their own right, something that crept inside of you told you that this one may signify an eventual end instead.
you still loved him, ofcourse—it wasn’t instant but rather gradual when you first realised and it was unlike the expectations and fantasies that you’d first imagined, and if you really thought about it hard enough you’d be able to recall the days spent together. all the in betweens from the first, sleepy good morning’s in class to the shared lunches and inside jokes with him and satoru as they fought over your leftovers.
geto suguru always had you, your love, your vulnerability, your truth and your certainty. he was sweet, all playful jokes and an easiness that he carried along with him despite him being a little fragile—he kept one of his sweaters in the corner of his bedroom, on top of his cabinet because it smelled like your perfume, and he always waited until you came to his room every morning to do his hair because he knows you’d scoff and insist on tying it up for him instead.
and you know you love him, because the thought wasn’t something that took you by surprise, but it’s also the reason why you feel something ache in your chest when you realise that this might just be his trickling goodbye.
Yandere that truly loves you and is willing to destroy anything and anyone to ensure your health and happiness >>>>>>>> yandere that breaks your mind for the fun of it
Basically mei raiden’s quote “if saving you is a sin I will gladly become a sinner” to kiana kaslana.
he lightly but provocatively brushes his lips against your fingers when he insists that you put the candy in his mouth; and the way he takes you by surprise holding eye contact as he bites into the candy before pulling away with a smug, mischievous glow burning like fire in his eyes at the way you hurriedly clear your throat, and he just tilts his head while ‘innocently’ asking you, “are you alright?” or the way he likes leaning on the wall or a door frame when he talks to you, regardless of whether you’re in public or not. something about the lazy, carefree posture and the little tilt of his head while he looks at you does things to your heart. his eyes trail after you as move around the room or when you’re speaking to him and he can’t hear you well, he casually leans in closer to your lips to catch what you’re saying.
⤷Itadori
the way he can go from being an adorable, giggly mess to being hot in a split second. one minute, you’re play-fighting, him keeping you at arm’s length to avoid your tickling, annoyed but gleeful giggles and laughs escaping from his mouth, and the next, he’s boldly getting into your space until your back is pressed against a wall. or the way he lies with his hand behind his head as he lazily but intently watches you get ready for work in the morning or a night out with friends; his eyes are soft and fixed as they follow your every move. and when you ask what he’s looking at, he just shrugs his shoulders and says, ‘i can’t help it, you’re so pretty’ as he flashes a smile in your direction.
⤷Fushiguro
he has a habit of putting his hand on your thigh when you’re sitting next to him, it’s instinctual at this point. he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when he’s driving and you’re in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel. or the way his hand on your waist or back but non-sexually. when you’re in his way or blocking his way to something or somewhere, he gently moves you by the waist, casually saying “excuse me, baby” his voice deep and so low that only you can hear it. he also instinctively guides you through crowds by putting his hand on the small of your back.
SUKUNA WAS A PRIDEFUL MAN. Growing up, his dad was never around so he was the man of the house. Taking care of Yuji and Choso while their mother worked tirelessly in the executive business world, offering material comfort over motherhood, Sukuna grew up rather quickly. But that pride quickly morphed into ego and that’s how he found himself as the king of the underground fighting outfit of Tokyo, Japan. Well, ex-king now that a rookie defeated him in the ring and stopped him from keeping his title. Now that really fucked him up. The man didn’t value much, nor have a lot to really call his, but that title was and now that it’s gone, he felt worthless without it. What made it worse was not having Y/n around to cheer him up and remind him of who he is, one of the few people in his corner. And he knew Kenji winning wasn’t her fault, she’d never betray him like that, but his pride was on life support and he needed someone else to suffer.
His friends had barely spoken to him since then. They weren’t alienating him, just disappointed in his act of anger to a woman who had done nothing wrong. Geto was the angriest, wanting to beat the already defeated warrior even more after Wendy landed a few hits, but Toji wouldn’t allow anymore violence to take place than what already had. He knew a thing or two about wounded pride, but even the eldest Fushiguro sibling knew that Sukuna had crossed a line that should’ve never been touched.
And so, he suffered. He focused on school and working out, occasionally going on a bender and fucking multiple women, sometimes a group at a time; anything to distract him from the possible bridge he’s burnt. The gaping wound in his heart festered as each week passed that he went without apologizing. His ego was shrinking with every passing look of disgust that came from the girls when they saw him.
But his pride took the worst blow when Yuji, his sweet baby brother, had voiced his distaste for his brothers’ vile actions. Calling them barbaricanddisgusting, Yuji’s two friends listened in sadness as their friend tore into his brother like a vulture does to rotting flesh. Because that’s how Sukuna felt; a corpse with rotting flesh for others to feed off of. Choso worried over his brothers’ depression and knew that something needed to be done before he lost Sukuna to the voices in his head.
That is how Sukuna found himself crying into Y/n’s stomach as she raked her fingers through his hair and quieted his fears of uselessness and self-doubt. Her gentleness in contrast to his brutality was overwhelming and Sukuna found himself crumbling under the soft maternal atmosphere she offered him when he showed up to her place. Y/n had forgiven him a while ago, after processing her own flurry of emotions she settled on forgiveness. And that was all the redemption he needed.
WENDY HAD KNOWN THAT SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH JADE FOR AWHILE. She was quiet and careful in her comings and goings from their shared apartment. She’d come back smelling different – a familiar smell Wendy had smelt before – and she had become snappy, moreso with Y/n more than her. Wendy had planned on confronting Jade about her suspicious behavior but every time something would come up and she would forget. She felt as though so much was happening around her that she didn’t know about. And that made her anxious.
Gojo had been snoring softly on Wendy’s chest for the past hour, the shared bachelor pad was silent as they were the only two there. Sleep was not finding her so she scrolled on her phone with one hand as the other played with her lovers’ white hair. Halloween was coming up and while her couple costume was already planned, Wendy still found small accessories to add to it. So caught up in her phone, she had missed someone coming home, but she didn’t miss the voices she heard.
“We gotta be quick, I’m supposed to be helping Y/n out with an assignment.” Jade sounded breathless as she spoke to the other person, rustling sounds coming from across Gojo’s room.
But that meant…
“Don’t fucking rush me. And keep your voice down, Gojo’s home.” The huskiness in the voice confirmed Wendy’s worst thought; Jade was sleeping with Geto and Y/n had no idea.
“Oh hell nah. Gojo, get yo big ass up!” Wendy was heated, her hands already moving to push the sleeping man off of her.
Gojo fell on the floor with a thud, his hand rubbing his head as his eyes filled with confusion. “What the fuck, Wen?”
Wendy paid him no mind, moving quickly to get out from under the covers and to the door. She couldn’t believe that Jade would do something so fucking disgusting. Or that Geto would even allow that shit after how far up Y/n’s ass he was.
The door to Gojo’s room flung wide open, the door knob hitting the wall roughly, almost hard enough to land a dent.
Jade and Geto looked like deer caught in headlights, both surprised to find Wendy standing in the threshold of the Camboy’s room.
“Bitch!”Were the first words Wendy sneered at her former friend and roommate.
“It’s not what it looks like! Wendy—”
The sickening sound of skin connecting with skin echoed throughout the hallway of the apartment. Geto watched in shock as Wendy’s fist connected with Jade’s face. Gojo had come to the hallway just in time to see it happen. Wendy had knocked Jade to the ground as she landed three more hits on the girls’ body.
It didn’t matter where or how hard, just that Wendy felt her hand land on something connected to Jade. She couldn’t believe that something like this would happen, from Geto and Jade of all people. The betrayal that Wendy felt hadn’t been her own to feel, but that’s how close the three friends were. Close enough to know that that shit, was not cool.
“Bro, get her off!” Geto’s voice cut through the air as he struggled to remove Wendy from Jade’s defeated figure.
Gojo was tempted to let it continue, his own disgust for the situation becoming more present as he put the pieces together. He cared for Y/n too, which was by default being with Wendy, but he had learned to care about her for his own reasons as well. Enough to know that what was going on had to be bad. And when the sound of a gruesome crack rang in his ears, that’s when Gojo stepped in to pull Wendy off.
“Fuck you! You fucking bitch!“ She screamed, her nails tearing into Gojo’s skin to make him release her. “And you, you make me fucking sick.” Wendy’s voice was coated in venom as she spoke to Geto, who had moved to help Jade.
“Come on baby. Let’s go outside. Come on.” Gojo gently persuaded, not wanting to trigger her any more than she already was.
Wendy wasn’t aware that she had been crying until the salty taste of tears coated her lips.
“They weren’t together Wendy. It shouldn’t matter.” Jade sputtered out, blood mixing with saliva on the floor. Wendy had gotten her pretty good.
“It’s the principal Jade. It’s always the fucking principal.”
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You wished someone actually warned you about how scary boys can be. It was partially your fault since the striking red signs your friends hinted from their vent, you chose to listen to them half-assed; they kept on complaining yet never leaving their partners - you thought they were rubbing off the fact that you were wet behind your ears, still.
But you were beginning to understand why your friends acted like that. Those weren’t words of anger but frustration. The sort of feeling when you were still a kid, your older siblings would make fun of your little lisp - you couldn’t be angry because you knew they were only teasing.
By the end of the day, you’d be rewarded with a bigger treat.
Thus the reason why he was able to do as he pleased to his heart content.
“Hmm? Where are you looking?” He was so much taller than you and his height alone was enough to tower over you - you couldn’t look anywhere past the shelves behind him because if you didn’t, then you lost to him. Since it was impossible to not see his three top buttons were unclasped.
White skin, visible blue veins, and the beautiful arc of his throat. He cornered you just where he desired - your back faced the wall while he stood only 3 steps from you.
summary: after being shunned by your family, you show up to Geto’s house unannounced and find comfort in him, eventually indulging in the fantasies that have plagued your mind. you’re completely unaware that you’ve fell right into his trap.
warnings: 18+, nsfw, oral sex
word count: 3,161
author’s note: this fic includes spoilers about Geto. please do not read if you aren’t aware of his backstory and motives.
Growing up you were teased by friends and family for being afraid of the monsters they weren’t able to see, and you owe thanks to Geto for helping you become an unofficial jujutsu sorcerer. When you met Geto, he felt for you and offered to teach you how to exorcise cursed spirits and channel your cursed energy. Not only did he build your confidence but he helped you see the world as a place to live without fear.
You noticed the small changes become more noticeable after Geto came back with stitches across his forehead. The patient, kind and charismatic man seemed colder and always distracted. It wasn’t that he was cruel to you, it just felt like he pushed you way harder during training. When you asked him if he was alright, if anything was on his mind or if he wanted to speak about it, he brushed you off with that perfect smile of his, reassuring you that everything was fine. Training continued, and soon he mentioned that if you were in jujutsu tech, they’d label you as a special grade sorcerer by now. Your accomplishments made him a cocky man since you’re the product of his teachings. The once weak girl, now able to fight strong curses and defend herself by using her cursed technique, all because of him. Words can’t describe how grateful you are for him.
You should’ve known better than to visit your family. It was too convenient that your parents, grandparents and siblings all fell ill recently. After you arrived and cleared the home of the cursed spirits, as well as the ones directly attached to your family members, they still shunned you, called you hurtful names and even threw water on you as you left. You’re a fool for believing they’d warm up to you after helping them. At this point, you have nobody to turn to besides Geto.
Heavy wind is all you can hear on the otherwise quiet streets of Tokyo. The night is peaceful, the exact opposite of what you’re feeling right now. Showing up unannounced to Geto’s home drenched in water is probably the last thing he expected to happen on this evening. He opened the door cautiously and when he notices that it’s you, he pulls you inside quickly. His hair is completely loose, not half up like it normally is and he’s dressed in his normal attire. “What’re you doing here at this hour?” When you pull out your phone, the time reads 9:37 PM. You feel bad for intruding but he’s all you have right now. “I went to see my family because I found out that they were sick. They still don’t accept me even after I rid them of the curses that inhabited the house and made them sick. They even threw water at me as I left. I didn’t know who else to turn to. I’m sorry for showing up unannounced. This really isn’t your problem… I should get going.” You turn to leave, opening the door just enough to look outside before he slams it back shut. “Your apartment is far from here. I was just having some tea. Would you like some?” His voice is tender, it breaks the strong facade you’ve put on since you arrived. You turn around and face him, wrapping your arms around his torso and hugging him as tight as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face, onto his robe that’s already getting soaked because of your wet clothing. “What’s wrong with me Geto? Why won’t they accept me even after all of this time? It’s been like this since I’ve been a little girl and I’m so tired feeling this way.” He doesn’t respond, staying completely still besides a hand that caresses your hair. When you look up at him, he doesn’t look annoyed or like you’ve bothered him. For a moment, you’re given a glimpse of the soft nature he used to have. “You’re just different and they can’t comprehend it. Stay here and I’ll bring you something clean to wear after I get changed.”
The clothes sticking to your body are uncomfortable and you feel itchy as the fabric shifts with any movement. You decide to undress down to your underclothes even though they’re soaking wet as well. When Geto gets back, he’s in a fresh robe and you notice that he put his hair up, much to your dismay. He hands you what appears to be the same outfit he’s wearing, and takes your wet clothing before saying in a courteous manner, “I’m going to go put these to wash and dry. Get changed in the meantime.” Since he’s putting them to dry anyway, you figure it won’t hurt to ask, “Can you show me the way? All of my clothes are wet. Including these.” You pull your underwear strap and look at him with a fake smile to hide how weird you feel boldly letting him know such a thing. He chuckles and signals for you to follow him. His laundry room is nice and thankfully has a door so that you can change without him seeing. He puts your wet clothing in the wash, adding some detergent and fabric softener before leaving. After peeling off your bra and underwear, you put them into the washer and set it to begin before changing into the robe and pants he provided you with. They’re both awfully large on you so you ditch the pants, figuring that the robe will suffice as a dress until your clothes are ready.
“Ta-Da! It’s not my size so don’t make fun. I left the pants folded because they don’t necessarily fit.” Geto’s sitting on the floor, sipping tea while reading a book. “It was that or my old jujutsu tech uniform which I doubt you’d want to wear.” You let out a soft laugh, more like a puff of air and sit down. There’s a cup of tea opposite from him that he made for you. It smells like chamomile, your favorite. Taking a sip of the hot liquid, it burns going down but your body is still freezing so you don’t mind. The lack of socks and underclothes underneath the robe surely isn’t helping either, but you’re happy that he didn’t let you walk out earlier. “Thank you for the tea and for letting me in.” Geto briefly takes his face out of his book, giving you a nod and a smile before going back to reading. After drinking all of your tea, you scoot over next to him and try to end the silence, “What’re you reading?” He closes his book and sets it aside along with his empty cup. “I’m just doing some research. Are you cold? I can make you more tea or set the thermostat higher.” Yes, you’re cold but at the moment you have an urge to ask about the changes he’s had recently. “I’m still a bit chilly but it’s okay. I’ve been meaning to ask you why you seem so different lately. You know you can talk to me right?” You lean your head against his shoulder and fidget with your fingers while waiting for his answer. “I’ve been bothered by how sorcerers and people who can see curses are treated. I guess you can say it takes a toll after seeing it happen so frequently.” You feel like he’s saying this to comfort you but Geto always speaks with meaning. He’s not one to say things purely to make someone feel better. “Hmmm, so Suguru Geto has a heart behind his seriousness after all.” He wraps both arms around your waist and swiftly pulls you into his lap, laying his head against your back. “I guess you can put it that way.”
You let Geto rest his head against you for what feels like eternity, not knowing what else to do at the unexpected gesture. He holds you close and after time passes by, you’re becoming more comfortable being embraced by him. You unwrap his hands from your waist and turn around to face him. You’ve never been this close to him before, your body feels freezing and warm all at once. Without second guessing yourself, you smash your lips against his fervently. Much to your surprise, he leans in, deepening the kiss even more. With one hand on the back of your head, and the other rested on your neck, he slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of chamomile tea with a tinge of honey, and his tongue doesn’t dominate yours, instead letting you set the pace. The rhythm that your tongues dance in is heavenly but you break off the kiss to disrobe, leaving you completely naked before questioning if you took this too far without considering if he’s comfortable with this.
Geto stands up and picks you up bridal style, carrying you to his bedroom where he lets you down and corners you between both of his arms. Before he can go in for another kiss, you undo his hair and let it down again because it’s quite flattering on him. You pepper kisses to his ear, down to his jawline. Fully naked and the only thing in his line of sight, you undo his robe and let it fall to the ground, revealing his chiseled chest and toned stomach. You trace your fingers over his abs and down to his boxers where you palm his half hard cock.
Geto looks down at you in surprise when you drop to your knees and slowly pull his boxers down whilst littering him in kisses from his navel to his cock. You don’t fully understand why you’ve allowed this to happen but the lust in the air is thick and you’ve daydreamed about him too many times pass up this opportunity. You gather a bead of saliva on the tip of your tongue and roll it down your lips, onto his length. The sheer size of him is enough to make you gulp and internally pray for your throat. Sticking your tongue out, you take in as much of him as you can before closing your mouth around his length. When you begin to bob your head, you hear hitched breaths come from him and it’s enough motivation for you to speed up.
You quickly learn that Geto’s cock isn’t going to fit in your mouth without some assistance. He notices your struggle but let’s you suck him off to your desire while pumping the rest of his length with your hands. At first, you thought you weren’t pleasing him until you notice his clenched fist and feel his hand on the back of your head that tenses up when you swirl your tongue on the underside of his length. Arousal pools between your legs when you look up and see him biting his lip, long hair flowing down in a style that you hope to see more often. Too caught up with how handsome he looks from where you’re at, you somehow manage to take him fully into your throat with only teary eyes as a consequence. When your gaze locks with his, your seduction proves too much for him and he pulls you off of his length. “Come here.” His voice is laced with desire, a tone that you’ve never heard from him before.
You two eagerly shuffle over to the bed where you land face first onto his satin sheets, courtesy of his big body behind you. Geto wastes no time pressing two fingers into your cunt. “So wet already,” he mumbles before spreading both of your ass cheeks with his hands and diving his tongue into your heat. Your hands grab at the sheets desperately while you hold back your moans. You never would’ve guessed that this moment would be anything more than one of the thoughts that ran through your mind whenever you thought of him. His tongue laps at your pussy earnestly, coating himself in your essence and not letting a single drop of your slick go to waste. Your clit brushes against the bed just enough to tease your clit, making you buck your hips further against him for more of that sweet friction. You can easily cum in this position if he continues but he has no intention on letting you unless it’s around his cock.
Lifting yourself up from laying on your stomach, you position yourself ass up as Geto lines himself up with your entrance. Your head feels like it’s running a thousand miles per minute, perhaps this is all happening too quickly but you’re enjoying every second of it. You look back at him for a moment, he looks focused while inching into you. The pleasant stretch of his cock is electrifying, you arch your back deeper and hiss at the sting. He’s rubbing circles into your back with one hand, the other gently rocking you against him. When your hand goes to toy with your clit, he firmly catches your wrist and pulls it away. Whining at him denying your orgasm, he pulls your back flush against his chest. “Easy now. I’ll reward you for your patience.”
Being pressed directly against him while he pistons into you feels like a dream. He sets the perfect pace, allowing you to enjoy every drag of his cock without overwhelming you. By the sounds of his deep grunts and groans, you guess he’s enjoying this too. When his thick fingers find their way to your neglected clit, you let out a moan of relief and he holds you tighter with his other hand. His grip on you is iron clad, you can’t move out of this position even if you tried. His hair cascades over your shoulder, tickling you and making you feel more sensitive to touch. The coil in your stomach is on the brink of snapping and he knows by the way you throw your head back aimlessly and moan out his name. His grip around your torso moves slightly up so that he can squeeze one of your nipples. All of the sensations flooding your body make your orgasm hit you all at once, so strong that it clouds your vision. You scream out an incoherent slur of praise and profanities, cursing him to hell and back for providing you with pleasure you’ve never felt so intensely before. As you ride out your orgasm, he thrusts into you slowly, still working on your clit but gently now, just to bask in the mewls and moans that are a result of him. Out of breath and wishing you could taste his lips against yours, you practically beg, “I want to see your face.”
Strong arms help you effortlessly off the bed before he lays down on his back against the headboard. Even though you’ve felt him buried into you, you can’t help but blush at the sight of him with his hard cock on display, basically calling for you to take a seat on it. Geto looks so confident, arms clutched behind his head while he waits for you to take the lead. You climb onto his lap and pull him into a sloppy kiss that doesn’t last long because you’re too eager to have him back inside you. Grasping his cock, you line it up with your entrance and sink down quickly. Feeling stuffed, you let out a pleased sigh at the delightful intrusion. You gently sway up and down his cock while he watches you in amusement. Your plump breast bounce with every movement, he’s almost getting off by the sight of you alone. As your legs begin to tremble and burn, you bite your bottom lip and rock against him harder. Your calves are screaming for you to stop, but you ignore the growing ache and lift yourself completely off of his length before slamming against his hips again. Tight walls spasm around his cock and you scream out at the delicious feeling of him rummaging through you. He unclutches his arms from behind his head and grabs handfuls of your ass, taking over while you lean forward against him and let him use you as a cocksleeve. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face between your breasts as you both fill the room with moans. “It’ll be fun keeping you around.” His words knock you out of your stupor, not understanding the meaning behind them. Before you can question him, he ceases his thrusts with your cunt locked around his cock to the hilt. Geto looks up at you while suckling on one of your nipples as he releases hot ropes of cum. You grind your hips against him, squeezing every drop spurting into your plush walls. He doesn’t try to pull you off of him, instead the two of you make out fiercely in a manner more aggressive than any other exchange that occurred this entire night.
After freshening up, you realize you never moved your clothing to the dryers. You tip toe from the shower to the laundry room and bump right into Geto. “Y/N, I just put your clothes in the dryer. Are you alright?” He sounds unaffected by everything that just happened but your face wears a blush that won’t go away. You ponder, “Thanks. When we were… you said that it’ll be fun keeping me around. What did you mean by that?” He brushes past you, grabbing your wrist in the process and the two of you go to the kitchen. The room is eerily quiet while he prepares something light for you two to eat. Over the course of an hour, he tells you about his plan to change the world. You’re dumbfounded the entire time but it all makes sense since he’s definitely been acting odd for a while now. Though you probably should run and never look back because this plan sounds dangerous, you find yourself empathizing with the man who has good intentions with a bad strategic method of organizing the perfect world. Him comforting you after you came here crying, and the phenomenal dick he provided is enough to make you stay by his side. After all, he is the one who saved you, taught you how to exorcise curses and conditioned your cursed technique. In a way, you feel obligated to save him if he needs it, considering that he’s done the same for you. Little do you know, this is all a part of his elaborate plan to use you to his advantage. From releasing curses in your childhood home and making sure they attach themselves to each of your family members, having word get to you knowing that you’d run to help the family that’ll still despise you, and putting you in a situation to come directly to him when you feel alone, you’re just another toy in his tool box that’ll execute his plans exactly how he tells you to.
ITS ALL ABOUT THE GENTLE BUT PAINFUL EMBRACE, OF NOT KNOWING WHEN YOU’LL SEE THEM AGAIN IT’S ALSO ABOUT THE WARMTH AND REMINDER OF SAFETY OF BEING EMBRACED AND LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
