#jjk geto suguru
Stitches
[geto suguru x fem! reader]
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.
