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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 year ago

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THERE WAS NO PLACE IN NATURE WE COULD MEET ; SUGURU GETO

synopsis; on a late night out, you run into your ex of ten years. unfairly handsome, charming as ever — first in line for an overdue execution. you don’t know what geto wants from you, and you’re not sure you want to find out.

word count; 3.3k

contents; suguru geto/reader, gn!reader, geto-typical angst, exes to [redacted], lots of longing, geto is kind of a cunt but also disgustingly charming, reader is understandably upset, biblical imagery (i just think he’s so serpent coded), curse user geto is his own warning tbh

a/n; i wanted this to be a drabble so bad but it ended up just a little too long for me to get away w it so … :’3 yeah. i hate suguru geto (said w affection)

the moon is out.

in the shadows of the street corner you find yourself in, curled up comfortably on the sidewalk, it’s a welcome distraction. something to look at, in the midst of your loneliness; the evanescent glow of the moon doing nothing but illuminating your solitude.

a solitude soon to be broken. shattered into pieces, battered and bruised beyond recognition— jagged shards littering the asphalt.

digging into the soles of your shoes.

”hey.”

for a second, you think you must be dreaming.

the figure obscuring the light of the lamp post in front of you is familiar. too familiar, a little too dear for your liking. as you grasp your shitty cup ramen, seeking the warmth seeping through the polystyrene — all you can do is stare. blinking dumbly, drowsily.

geto looks something like a bad omen.

sharp facial features, even sharper eyes. so dark they almost shift from an amber-tainted cedar into an obsidian black — two abysses, staring into your soul, beckoning you closer. they were always enchanting, but now you think they look almost hypnotizing. not at all in a good way. dark hair frames his face, cascading down his back, longer than you remember it being. and he’s wearing robes.

still has those fucked up bangs, though. of all the things to keep.

the gears of your mind turn, endlessly, untangling the mess of thoughts inside your brain. ensuring you that no, you are not hallucinating, and no, you didn’t fall into a deep slumber somewhere between the moment you exited the convenience store and sat down by one of tokyo’s empty street corners. this is real. a reality you can’t comprehend, can’t even begin to process.

what stands in front of you is a ghost. but ghosts don’t exist, can’t be seen, can’t touch the living.

(so how is he able to haunt you like this?)

what eventually jolts you out of your silent stupor is not the questioning tilt of his head, nor the suffocating sensation of your heart crawling up your throat, but the feeling of soft fur against your leg. the stray cat you met further down the street meows at you, sweetly, trying to get your attention. you think she must be asking for more grilled fish.

so, completely ignoring the apparition in front of you, you turn to reach for the little plastic bag you bought as a midnight snack — digging out a bit of fish for the kitty to enjoy. she seems happy, settling down by your feet. purring softly.

geto watches, eerily silent.

(maybe he’s upset that you’re ruining his dramatic entrance. you hope so.)

finally, you have no choice but to look at him. a lump forms in the back of your throat, clogging up a little more for every second spent falling into the trap he’s laid out for you, trailing over his moonlit features with your tired gaze.

mouth full of noodles, staring holes into his attire, you narrow your eyes. suddenly disgruntled.

his lips quirk up. ”something the matter?” he asks, and you can’t even begin to describe how much you hate his voice. how devastatingly deep it is, during the late hours of the night, even deeper than it was back in high school.

slurping up the soggy noodles, you lean back a little, licking some broth off your lips. finally meeting those abyssal eyes.

”… i was gonna say those robes look like shit on you,” comes an exhale, weary, ”but you actually kinda pull them off. that’s…”

a beat. you struggle to find the right word.

”annoying.”

geto’s lips curl up, smoothly, and you find a hint of familiar amusement in the vague crinkle of his eyes. barely visible crows’ feet. then he’s moving — plopping down right beside you, robes fluttering with the breeze.

”well, thank you.” he hums; crossing his legs.

the silence that festers around you is odd. not quite suffocating, nor especially fragile. definitely not comforting. it’s familiar, yet different, and it hurts a bit more than it should. but you choose to look at him, out of the corner of your eye, and he looks right back at you. still smiling that eerie smile.

when your eyes settle on the particular cloth wrapped around his torso, you just barely manage to bite back a taunting chuckle.

”a gojo-kesa, huh?” you grin, and geto doesn’t flinch. he doesn’t miss the meaningful glint in your eyes, either. ”you miss him that much?”

”just a coincidence,” is all he answers. smiling, but you think it looks a little stiff.

your grin widens, for a second, before settling back down. a sad transition. you let it go.

”whatever you say, geto.”

at that, he visibly reacts. barely noticeable, but it’s there — a twitch of his lithe fingers, an unknown something that flickers through the scope of his iris. when he looks at you, a neutral smile is playing at his lips.

”ah. i take it we’re not on first name basis anymore, then?” he asks, casually, hiding a tinge of something mildly displeased.

a shrug. you pick at what’s left of your ramen with your chopsticks, a little too nauseous to enjoy it. ”call me what you want. i just don’t see suguru when i look at you, y’know?” leaning forward, you begin to pet the kitty by your feet. ”he was sweeter.”

geto smiles. almost a grin, but not quite there. a chuckle spills out from his lips, and something about it irritates you. ”was he?”

”yeah,” you nod. without hesitation. a summer-stained memory blooms behind your eyelids, but you try not to look at it. all you catch is a glimpse of cherry blossoms. ”you just seem bitter.”

the grin that finds its way onto your lips is self-deprecating. a shadow falls over your face.

”guess we’re in the same boat, huh?”

a hum buzzes in his throat. he casts a meaningful glance towards your hand, scratching behind the cat’s ear. ”oh, i don’t know about that.” his smile grows with the drawl. ”.. you seem just as sweet as always.”

to your grave annoyance, you can’t control the way your face changes at his words. a twitch of your lips gives away your discontentment, and something sour settles on the tip of your tongue.

(your blood begins to boil, beneath your skin.)

geto sighs, suddenly, filling the tense silence between you — a little theatrical. ”ah, but that’s a shame.” he turns to you, soft pout playing at his lips. ”i was hoping i could hear you call me suguru again…”

”— i was hoping you’d come back.”

a beat.

somewhere outside your vision, a crow takes flight into the night sky. swallowed by darkness, melting into that sea of black. no longer perceivable, by you or the world.

”but you never did,” the polystyrene of the plastic cup crinkles beneath your fingers. your eyes look dull. ”so what the fuck do you want, exactly?”

…

”i heard.” geto rests his jaw on the heel of his palm, gazing at you with those piercing eyes. like he’s trying to see inside your brain. ”… about your decision.”

”ah,” a grin splits across the curve of your lips, showing off the white of your teeth. ”of course. that’s what this is about, huh?”

with groggy movements, you throw away your nearly-empty cup of noodles, haphazardly aiming towards a trash can across the street. it bounces off the steel cover, landing on the ground with a soft thud. leftover broth spilling out across the pavement. geto doesn’t bother to hide his amusement, lips twitching upwards before he sends a curse to eat it from the asphalt.

you furrow your brows in embarrassed annoyance.

a moment passes, and something in you knows that he’s waiting. it’s like you can practically sense it, like it’s etched into your bones. the same way you always knew exactly when he would begin to get impatient during your nightly convenience store runs back in high school — after you had spent about ten solid minutes struggling to decide what kind of chips you wanted.

”what can i say?” you lean back, palms against rough concrete, breathing in the midnight air. ”you inspired me.”

geto tilts his head. smiling. always, always smiling. he smiled at you the day before he massacred that village, too. ”oh?”

with a deep breath, cool air courses through your body. burning your lungs. ”i realized being a sorcerer is completely fucking meaningless,” you exhale through your nose. ”and that trying to change that fact is even more meaningless.”

a wicked, rueful grin rests on your lips. ”so i left.”

geto doesn’t say anything. you continue, voice dripping with venom.

”i’m a civilian now,” you purr, mocking, a sardonic coo on your tongue. ”does that bother you? feel like killing me?”

…

his smile looks a little off, now. tilted in a direction you don’t want to recognize. you don’t care to examine it further, don’t care to figure out if it might look just a little bit sad, because that’d only hurt more.

so you look away.

a click of his tongue. then he speaks, with that honeyed voice, raspy and husky. almost a groan. ”well, i can’t say i approve.”

he’s looking at you. sharp eyes digging into your skin, dissecting you, a million words he expects you to grasp from that look alone.

”you’re better than them,” he states, matter-of-factly, and you try not to squirm when his eyes trail over your features. ”worlds better.” his voice sounds almost motherly, a twisted concern that makes you cower a little. like he’s scolding you. a crease between his brows.

”i don’t like the thought of you surrounded by these animals.”

a huff pushes past your lips, but it sounds shakier than you’d like it to. you hope he just chalks it up to the chill of the air. then again, when has he ever made anything easy for you?

”what, you got a problem with cats now?” you reach for the little furball licking grilled fish off the concrete, picking it up. cradling it close. ”gonna go on a cat-killing spree?”

an amused exhale. geto narrows his eyes. ”funny,” he hums, but his eyes say you know what i mean.

it takes you a moment to regain control over your breathing. there’s still something tense in your shoulders, and your heart still feels a little like it might jump out of your throat and crawl into his lap. the stray cat slips from your grasp, moving towards geto, curiously sniffing at his robes. he looks at it with no ill intent, and it puts you at ease.

”well, i appreciate the concern, buddy,” you pat his back, trying not to flinch at the contact. trying to appear relaxed. ”but frankly, i don’t give a shit. i actually like my job, unlike literally every single sorcerer on planet earth.”

geto stills.

”.. buddy?” he echoes, ignoring every other bitter word you just graced him with. for some reason, he actually seems visibly bothered. ”i’m buddy now?”

you click your tongue. muttering, tiredly. a little exasperated. ”.. what else would you be?”

and then he smiles, again. only this time, it looks oddly genuine. the same as you remember, framed by cherry blossoms and the fizzle of youth.

his movements are smooth. like he’s completely unguarded, like this situation doesn’t bother him in the slightest. elegant, in the way he leans back, palms on the concrete to support his weight. keeping eye contact with you, all the while.

when he speaks, his voice has a sweet tinge to it. nostalgic, maybe. wistful. if you hear a touch of longing, you choose to ignore it.

”i seem to recall you calling me baby quite a lot,” he hums, and you stiffen. gritting your teeth. eyes darkening, but he continues. ”what else was there? angel, i think… it was sweet.”

then he’s leaning forward. scratching the cat under its chin, gently. ”ironic, though.”

an inhale. then, an exhale. they’re a little shaky, a little meek, but at least they make the lump in your throat feel less like it’s blocking your windpipe. air fills your lungs, but it tastes like nothing at all.

something like sorrow simmers in your eyes. or maybe more like fatigue. god, you really want to cry.

(you wonder if he gets some sickening satisfaction out of seeing you like this, out of breaking you. maybe it just makes him feel rotten.

you don’t know what you’d prefer.)

”suguru,” you murmur, at last. voice dripping with exhaustion. defeated, the sigh that flows from your lips. ”why did you come here?”

…

”join me.”

the words spill out into the open air, slicing the silence in half. heavy. a request, not a question. against your better judgement, you turn your head to meet his gaze.

”we could use you,” he says, and there’s hope in those keen eyes. he maintains his distance, but for some reason you still feel like prey being sized up by a predator. like he’s weighing your value.

a chuckle slips from your lips, but there’s no humour to it. ”use me…” you echo, a tired murmur under your breath. ”you're just straight up admitting it, huh? that’s kind of refreshing.”

”that’s not what i meant.”

he inches closer. slowly, as if trying not to scare you. reaching out, to brush through your bangs, his fingertips ghosting over your skin. tangling them between your locks, inserting himself into your space. testing the waters.

you don’t look at him, completely still. barely breathing. like a wounded animal.

”i want you there,” he says, and it comes out almost as a whisper. ”with us.”

unable to resist the temptation, you indulge in a single brief glance his way. his eyes look warm, and his lips look soft as they part.

”with me.”

there’s a devotion to his voice when he continues, one he’s always had. one you thought you’d always be able to trust. ”i’ll create a world where you can be happy,” he vows. ”i swear it.”

a moment passes.

(you swallow thickly. it takes everything you have not to burst into tears. when you remember how he brushed you off, back then, it gets a little easier. when you remember all the skipped meals.)

”.. like you give a damn.”

geto smiles. you loathe how soft it looks, how similar it is to the one suguru always had. when you used to eat your ramen too quickly and started choking on it, and he brought a palm to your upper back, patting it gently. he’d chuckle, and tell you to slow down, and the softness of his smile would almost be enough to distract you from the amusement in his eyes.

”my love.”

you flinch. breath drawing back at the base of your throat, heart screeching to a halt, and some part of you emerges; the shy, sweet kid you used to be. hanging on to his every world. like he was your sun, your guiding light. back when that purr of my love had you blushing furiously— not choking back a string of curses.

it’s sudden, and you can’t react the way you want to. you want to kill him for calling you that. for thinking he has any right to call you his, anymore.

but that sweet, naive, innocent little kid still exists. even if you want to pretend otherwise. it’s there, somewhere, that part of you — peeking out from behind the curtain. and it stops you from saying anything that might hurt him.

(it’s so hard to hate him when he calls you that.)

if geto notices your inner turmoil — he must — then he doesn’t mention it. you don’t say anything, but you hope the amused, harsh exhale you partake in is signal enough for him to cut it off. now.

yet he continues. there’s love in his voice when he speaks, barely contained. if he’s trying not to hurt you he’s doing an awful job.

”… i never stopped thinking of you,” he whispers, so low you almost miss it. ”not once. i left for you, not just for myself.”

and, despite every part of your being resisting it, a sweetness settles on your tongue. so sweet it’s sickening; the thought that maybe he’s telling the truth, maybe he really has been thinking of you. maybe you’re more to him than just a means to meet an end, or a memory yet to be buried.

geto looks at the moon. bathed in moonlight, he looks a little like a god. like something reverent. his voice is honeyed. low, like a secret.

”this world doesn't deserve you.”

silence.

a subtle anger trickles through your veins, a kind of fury, subdued, carefully tucked away. sparking to life inside the depths of your eyes when you look at him. bitter, given everything. but your voice still comes out sounding something like a plea.

”and you think you do?”

another smile. this time, it looks a little sad. remorseful, maybe. ”… let me prove myself.”

his touch burns. the pads of his fingers against your cold skin, cupping your cheek. slithering down to grasp your hand. and you’re pliant, unable to react. just sitting with that aching hollow feeling in your chest.

”i wasn’t worthy, back then,” he hums, bringing your hand to his lips. ”but now…”

a kiss to your knuckle. featherlight. reverent. you try not to shiver, but when he says your name, dragging each syllable out, like they belong on his tongue —

a chill runs down your spine.

when he speaks, you feel his warm breath on your skin. it’s dizzying. ”i’m not the same suguru you once knew,” he admits, a forlorn look in his eyes. and devotion, frighteningly sincere. ”unlike him — i’ll never let you go.”

what a twisted desire. he wants to take you with him, drag you down to hell. the suguru you knew wouldn’t put you through that. but maybe you’re even more twisted, for wishing he had; for wishing he had taken you with him, ten years ago, instead of leaving without a single goodbye.

geto’s voice is soft. coaxing, like he's handling a frightened mouse. join me, he whispers, and you think of eve. when you look at his mouth you think you see serpents’ teeth behind his lips.

(you're almost sure he notices it. and you're almost sure his smile widens, lips curling up, as if preparing to open his maw and swallow you whole.)

a sickening sense of resignation roots itself somewhere in your gut.

you pull your hand away, and he lets you. the loss of warmth hits you like a freight train, but you aren’t sure you could think clearly with his skin on yours. when you part your lips to speak, only air comes out, just barely forming a sentence. like there are no more words to say. like the world stopped spinning around you both a lifetime ago.

”i don't love you.”

…

for just a second, his smile falters.

”no?” he hums, and you wish it didn’t hurt so bad to see him hurt. his eyes carry a kind of patience, something gentle. ”it’s fine… these things take time.”

a bitter chuckle. ”like you’d know anything about waiting,” you spit, and it comes out sounding venomous. a phantom ache sprouts in the spot where his lips touched your skin.

geto closes his eyes.

”you don't need to love me,” he says, finally. kind. you hate that he still sounds so kind. so understanding, like nothing you do could be wrong in his eyes. ”as long as you're beside me, that's enough.”

he turns to look at you, and his smile looks very real, for a moment. impossibly fond. ”i have two daughters. i’ve told them about you,” he smiles. ”my family… you’d like them. i know they’d like you.”

dark clouds cover the moon, suddenly, and a shadow falls across you both. illuminated only by the streetlight. in the distance, you hear a car whooshing by.

”don’t stay at the bottom,” he beckons, and your name slips from his lips again. soft, his tongue bending around the vowels. coaxing. stirring your heartstrings like a puppeteer.

then he’s standing up, dusting off his robes, large hands smoothing down the fabric. turning around, towering over you; obscuring everything else. all you see is him, under the glow of the lamp post. a halo of artificial light.

”come. let me show you the world we can create.”

he gives you a sweet smile, two abysses gazing into you. the promise of something twisted, new, forbidden. you think of red skin and yellow flesh; the bite of sin.

and for a second, you see it. the world. a world where laughter comes from the bottom of your gut, and the trees are always ripe for picking, red apples hanging from the branches like glowing rubies. a world where sweetened fruit never give way to rot.

paradise.

geto stretches a hand out towards you. fingers unfurling, one by one, like a blooming camellia. close, right there in front of you, so close that you’re tempted to take his hand in yours, let him carry you away. burn everything else to the ground.

(you think of the serpent. you think of god.

only one of them banished eve.)

”so,” he smiles. ”what do you say?”

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honeytrap26 · 1 year ago

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Suguru Geto x Reader

summary: Geto can’t help but stare at you wearing you tight skirt. cw: !!MDNI!!, fem!reader, dirty talk, fingering, blowjob, semi-public?? aunote: first time writing smut, hope it was okay. Enjoy and happy reading! 🐼🖤 Okay,this damn (sotry os) 💀🤣 cursed. First I deleted it, then I didn't post the full story. I'm a mess. Blame it on Kenjaku. wc:3k+ (proofread but if there are any major mistakes, please let me know,Kenjaku did it.) summary: Geto can’t help but stare at you wearing you tight skirt. cw: !!MDNI!!, fem!reader, dirty talk, fingering, blowjob, semi-public?? aunote: first time writing smut, hope it was okay. Enjoy and happy reading! 🐼🖤 Okay,this damn (sotry os) 💀🤣 cursed. First I deleted it, then I didn't post the full story. I'm a mess. Blame it on Kenjaku. wc:3k+ (proofread but if there are any major mistakes, please let me know,Kenjaku did it.)

“Sorry darling.” Suguru hurriedly walks into the kitchen. “I forgot that the football game was tonight, I've been so busy with work. Gojo texted me on my way home.” he places his briefcase on the couch. He loosens his tie and takes it off, throwing it on top of his briefcase.

“Sorry darling.” He leans down to place a kiss on your forehead, his hand is on the small of your back.

“It’s okay hun.” you smile, grabbing the dip out of the oven, setting it on the kitchen counter and grab a bag of chips out of the pantry.

He takes a step back to look at you, his mouth is agape seeing what you're wearing, you were wearing a beige cut-out mock neck t-shirt. The shirt hugged your perky breasts perfectly, just a kiss of your cleavage peeking through the cut out. His eyes scanned down your body, you had on a form fitting black leather skirt with a slit.

He places his hands on your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze, “You look so sexy today.” he kisses your cheek, he can smell your perfume.

“Thank you, I was supposed to go to a meeting today but they canceled and moved it to next week.” you say, you lean down to place a plate into the dishwasher your ass pushes against Geto’s growing erection. His hands grip your waist for a split second, he releases it as you stand up again.

“Darling,” his voice is low and seductive in your ear. He pulls you in closer. “You look so sexy.”

You chuckle, smiling to yourself. He turns you around so you’re now looking at him. Your arms wrap around his neck, you lean up to kiss his lips a few times there’s a brief pause before his lips crash onto your again, he picks you up placing you on the countertop. Your hands make their way to his shirt unbuttoning it and untucking it from his slacks. You run your hands up and down his body.

“I wanna fuck you right now. Bend you over the counter and fuck you from behind.” he says in between kisses.

Your make-out session gets hotter and heavier, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. His hands make their way up to your breasts and he firmly grabs them eliciting a moan from you.

“Sugu-” he pulls your shirt and bra down revealing your boobs, he leans down, sucking a nipple while rolling the other one in between his fingers.

“Sugu..please.” your head is tilted back as you arch your back from the pleasure. “I need you.” you whine.

“Come here baby.” he smirks, he begins to unbuckle his belt when the doorbell rings followed by a couple of knocks. Getos hands cup your slit, realizing that you’re just wearing a lace thong. He growls, his hand cupping your face more aggressively now, he kisses you again biting your lower lip, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight baby.” his kisses trail down to your neck to your breasts, he gives them one more kiss before he pulls away.

The doorbell rings again. Geto grunts, you can hear the displeasure in his voice. He helps you get off the table and you two fix your clothes, you run to the bathroom to touch up on your makeup, more like wipe away the red stains from your lipstick, that's smeared all over your breasts and face.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”, he greets Gojo and the gang.

They walk in with alcohol and food. Haibara asks where you want to put the dish he and his girlfriend made. She gives you a hug and you girls talk briefly about how your days went.

“There’s my best friend!” Gojo walks up to you with open arms, he gives you a big bear hug, shaking you from side to side before he lets you go.

“Hey Satoru.” you giggle, fixing your hair.

“I want you to meet my girlfriend.” He pulls a beautiful tall girl to his side. She’s wearing a crop top with a deep v cut that shows off her well-endowed breasts. She has on a tiny mini skirt, that you could swear if she bent over, you could see her entire ass.

“Oh, nice.” you and Suguru make eye contact from across the room. He’s talking to Ino but he looks over and gives you a, be nice look.

Satoru was a beautiful man and he knew it, but he wasn’t the best at picking girls. Their intentions were never good, one of them dated Satoru just to get to Suguru. This broke his heart and you were there consoling him for a week while Suguru was gone for a work trip. That became a routine for you and Satoru, he would come over talking about how he met this beautiful girl and they are going to get married just for him in that same week to come over and cry about how she left him for someone richer, older, better. That is how you replaced Suguru and became Satoru’s best friend.

“I’m so happy for you both!” you, hug his girlfriend “How long have you been dating?” you look at them both.

“It's been a month; we’re having our one-month anniversary next week.” She beams excitedly, and kisses Gojo, you see their tongues entwining, Gojo smacks her ass, a whine escapes from her lips. He whispers “ meet me in the bathroom”

“O-oh okay...That’s..great.” your lips purse together and you nod slowly, looking anywhere but at them.

Suguru clears his throat, seeing how uncomfortable you are. He walks over and nudges you towards Haibara and his girlfriend who are settling in.

“How about you show Haibara and his lady around? They haven’t been here since we moved in.” he leans down to kiss your cheek.

You take Haibara and his girlfriend around the house showing them the house. The doorbell rings and it's Nanami, he was working overtime. You all greet him and he apologizes for being late, he holds up a bag of all of your favorite snacks.

“Nice! We got a touchdown!” Gojo cheered, his girl sitting on his lap.

“Yes!” Haibara yells, giving Nanami a high-five.

“We’re gonna win, I can feel it.” Haibara said excitedly.

“Don’t think so.” Suguru says from the kitchen, throwing a rag over his shoulder. “They always lose. They’ll fumble the ball.”

You and Geto are in the kitchen cleaning up some dishes from dinner, you bend down to grab some plates from the dishwasher,

“You're gonna get it later tonight if you continue to bend over like that in front of me.” he whispers in your ear, his hand slips underneath your skirt then he reaches above you to put a baking dish away on the top shelf.

“No, you won’t. You’ll be too tired, like you always are.” you gently push him away and continue putting the dishes away.

“Let’s make a bet.” he folds the rest of the dish rags, holding the stack out to you.

“Okay.” you nod and grab the stack putting them in a drawer next to the sink.

Suguru walks behind you slightly pushing you against the kitchen sink, his mouth hovering over your neck.

“If the team wins tonight, you get to do whatever you want to me.” he kisses your neck, he takes your hand and places it on his semi hard erection.

You drop the towel, feeling his erection, you bend over to pick up and feel a hand cup your bare ass giving it a squeeze, you let out a small yelp and turn around to see Suguru smirking.

“Everything okay?” Haibara’s girlfriend asks, she walks over to throw away her plate in the trash.

“She just dropped a towel. You know how clumsy she is.” he says, his hand still on your bare ass, you can feel his finger toying with your slit, he spreads your lips and feels how wet you are. You’re glad that the countertop covers enough of your bodies that she doesn’t see what’s going on.

His fingers find your clit, circling around it. He stares at you with a big smile on his face, you bite your lip trying to not make a sound, if the TV wasn’t on so loud he bets that they could probably hear how wet you are for him.

“Do you need help cleaning up?” she says, she leans against the counter, finishing her drink.

“N-no, everything's d-done.” you stutter out, his fingers still rubbing circles around your clit.

“Are you sure? I feel bad, we’re always at your place for game nights.” she says, she walks back to the trash to throw her empty can away.

“It’s not a problem at all, we don't mind, we love having friends over. Don’t we, darling.” Geto smiles at you, two of his fingers slip into your hole, making you gasp and moan softly.

“Mhmm” you say but it was more of a moan.

He sees her walk over to the trash can again, his motions get faster as his fingers pump into you faster. You moan a little louder now not expecting him to do that, luckily the team scored a touchdown so your moan was drowned out by the boys screaming. You grab his arm to make him stop but he continues to finger you. His eyes flicker from you to her and suddenly he pulls out his fingers from under your skirt. You're halfway slumped over the counter trying to steady your breathing.

“You okay wifey? Your face is all flushed.” she laughs, “are you a little tipsy? I’m not going to lie, I may be just a teeny tiny bit drunk.” she giggles and grabs another can from the refrigerator.

“I’m fine, I-” you look up at Geto, your eyes widen as you see him lick his two fingers, his eyes darken as he sees the blush appear on your face.

“I think she’s just a little hot. Why don’t you go change darling?” he lets out an amused huff.

“Yeah you should! You look so hot by the way. If I were a guy I would totally wanna do you.” she chortles. “You better take good care of her.” she waves a finger at Geto and walks back to the living room, plopping a seat next to Haibara.

“Oh I’ll make sure to take real good care of her.” he huffed a laugh, his hand making its way back to your ass, you can feel him lift the edge of your skirt.

“You’re right, I should go change, I’ll be right back.” you say, rushing out of the kitchen and going upstairs.

“It’s half time now. Hurry everyone take a shit now, we can’t miss it. Our team is gonna win!” Gojo gets up and jogs to the bathroom.

“Mind if I use the one upstairs?” Haibara asks Geto.

“No problem, I’ll show ya.” Geto leads Haibara upstairs, “Perfect” he thinks to himself.

You start to take off your jewelry, putting them back in your jewelry box when you hear the door to the master bedroom open and close. You hear the rustling of clothes.

“Hey girl, I have some sweats here for you.” you say,

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’ll be needing those.” Geto walks in shirtless, his one hand skillfully unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. He lets them drop to the floor. His erection is forming a tent in his briefs.

“We can’t,” you step back but Geto strides over to you caging your body against the counter. You feel his erection pressing into you.

“I wanna fuck you so bad” his hand slips underneath your shirt.

“But they'll hear us and they’ll know if we’re gone for too long.” you protest, you feel his hand unclasp your bra freeing your breasts, he immediately begins to massaging them through your shirt. “Just a quickie. Please baby, I won’t be able to focus on the game with a hard on.” he kisses your forehead.

“Fine” you say, Geto grins as he bends you over the bathroom counter. “But you better not rip-” you're cut off by the sound of Geto ripping your leather skirt. “Seriously! I just bought a new one.” you moan out the last word.

He’s on his knees, his hands slide up the back of your calves, up to your thighs, he gives your ass a hard smack, earning a pleasurable moan from you. His thumbs grip your cheeks spreading them apart before his tongue dives into your wet mound.

“Mmm Sugu.” you push back against his face, he pulls his face away.

You whine out, “More”

“What do you want more darling.” He places small kisses on your cheeks.

“More of you,” you whine, your head resting on the counter.

“More of this.” he slaps your ass before he slips his fingers in your slit. “Or more of this.” he grabs your cheeks spreading them again before he dices back in, his tongue flutters against your clit making you sway your hips left and right, you feel him lick every inch of your wetness. You can’t say anything, you just nod your head, you could feel the waves of pleasure flowing through your body, you couldn’t hold back anymore, you come all over his face and mouth.

“That’s a good girl.” he says, getting up and wiping his face that is covered in your juice. His fingers find your clit again, rubbing it, his other hand pulls down his briefs and strokes his cock a few times, slapping it on your ass before he says “Suck.”

You get on your knees, you take his cock in your hand and stroke it, your thumb circles around the tip, making him groan. You lick from the base of the shaft to the tip, your tongue twirls around his sensitive spot making his hips twitch.

“Fuck baby. That feels so good.” he groans, his mouth is agape and his eyes are closed.

Your head bobs as you continue to suck his big hard cock. He grabs your hair pulling it into a loose ponytail before he starts to thrust into your face. Your moans are garbled by his big cock, drool dripping down your chin.

There’s a small knock before the bedroom door opens, without missing a beat Geto’s arms swings over and closes the bathroom door, resulting in a slam.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! Were you changing?” It was Haibara's girlfriend.

“Not a problem at all.” Geto clenches his teeth as he continues to fuck your face.

“So sorry, I came in to grab some sweats if that’s alright.” her voice is closer to the bathroom door now.

“T-that’s fine.” he grunts out the last word, he looks down, seeing you massage your boobs, pinching and pulling your nipples, your shirt pulled down. He throws his back in pleasure, he can feel his own pleasure nearing. “You naughty girl, playing with your tits just the way I like it."

“Oh yeah, where did my wifey go?” she asks, you hear the sound of the drawers opening and closing.

Geto grumbles a fuck off under his breath, “She’s in here but her mouth is full at the moment.” Getos eyes roll back as he feels your tongue hit that sensitive spot again. His hips twitch, his thrust becomes messy, he pulls out of your mouth before he cums, he slaps your face with his cock a couple of times. Geto grabs your arm and pushes your body against the bathroom door, making a thud.

He whispers in your ear, “Talk to her.” you shake your head in protest but he slaps your ass, the sound echoes through the bathroom.

“Sounds like you’re also a little drunk, Geto.” she giggles, “Can you ask my wifey where her sweats are, I think she rearranged her clothes. I can’t find them” you can hear the pout in her voice.

“Where did you put your sweats, wifey?” Geto says with a devilish smile on his face, he leans down whispering in your ear. “You better say something if you don’t want your friend to find out that you’re getting fucked like a dirty fucking slut in the bathroom.” his cock slides in and out of you slowly,

“T-there at the bottom of the- oh fuck” you gasp when you feel him snap his hips, his cock hitting your cervix, your legs automatically close together making your cunt grip tighter around his cock, his lips are pressed against your neck as he breathes heavily.

“You good wifey?” she calls out,

“Yep, I’m fine just hit my finger on the counter.” you place your hand on the door to steady yourself, he pulls out, you can hear him panting, he was close to cumming.

“Where was it again-Oh just kidding I found it! I’ll see you downstairs.” She says, you can hear her feet shuffle towards the door. “Almost forgot. Wifey, can I get some makeup wipes? I have a feeling we’re gonna be spendin the night here. I’m drunk and I think Haibara is too.” she giggles to herself.

Geto shuffles through the drawer and grabs you the pack of makeup wipes, you fix your shirt, covering your boobs you crack the door open, your upper body and head peeking through.

“Here ya go babe.” you smile at her,

“Thanks babe, but I just need one,” she says.

“It’s fine, maybe Torus girl will need some too.” you nudge the wipe at her.

“Speaking of which, what do you think about her?” she leans in closer to you.

You can hear Geto sigh in frustration behind you. You look back at him, you bite your lips wiggling your ass before looking back at her.

“I think she’s okay, guess we’ll see how…ummm.” you swallow and take a deep breath. Geto slides back into you again bottoming out, his hands gripping your waist hard.

“She’s okay, guess we’ll have to see how long they can last.” you say, your boobs bounce with each thrust, you were glad that she was drunk enough to not pick up on the hints that you were being fucked by Geto while having a conversation with her. You string along a couple of mhmm’s and I know before you cut her off.

“Hey wifey, I’ll talk to you some more downstairs, I need to help Sugu take care of some stuff. I’ll be right down. Okay?” you smile and shut the door after watching her leave.

“You were so close to coming baby.” he chortled.

You grab Geto’s hips pulling him in, signaling that you want more of him. He smiles to himself and shakes his head. He pulls your hair into a ponytail like before and begins thrusting into you faster now, you can clearly hear the sounds of your wet skin slapping against each other. He releases your hair, his hands pull down your shirt, cupping your breasts feeling the way they bounce with each of his thrusts. Your eyes roll back, your mouth is wide open now, your fingers are rubbing your clit.

“I’m c-close.” you whisper to Geto, he grunts, his hand replaces yours as he rubs your clit feeling your went cunt tighten around his cock.

“Fuck baby I’m cumming.” he growls.

Both of you hit your climax, your bodies writhe with ecstasy and pure pleasure. You feel his cock twitching inside of you as he pumps his load deep into you. Your cunt tightens around him, he can feel it pulsing around his cock.

His face is buried in your hair, you both take a moment to gather yourselves before he turns you around and kisses you passionately.

“I love you.” he kisses your lips again.

“I love you too.” you kiss him back.

Extra Trimmings!!

You and Geto make your way back downstairs, you insist that he goes first so it’s not suspicious but he says that you were gone for twenty minutes and they already knew what that meant.

“Hey wifey! I missed you!” Haibara’s girlfriend sees you, she moves away from Haibara and cuddles up with you. You laugh at his reaction to his girlfriend moving away from him.

“Took ya long enough.” Gojo opens a bottle of beer and hands it over to Geto before opening himself one.

“Was takin care of some business.” Geto shrugs and drinks his beer.

“Right.” Gojo shakes his head.

“Oh, come on, you did too. I just lasted longer.” Geto chuckles.

“Careful, I’m with her most days.” Gojo smirks as he takes a bite of his pizza. “Let’s fuckin go!! We won!!” Gojo jumps up and cheers, he runs to you and picks you up, twirling you around. “Told you my team was gonna win, munchkin.”

“Toru stop! What the heck are you doing?!” you smack his shoulder playfully.

Geto sits there in disbelief.

“Fuck no, not nicknames.”

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