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kentocalls · 8 months ago

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geto suguru | motivation nsfw. spicy and wordy, minors do not interact. i'm a novice runner and know nothing about fencing but it suits suguru 💯

"breathe babe." his wonderful, sultry voice does nothing to ease the pressure of his hand focused on their mission. help massage and move the lactic acid building in your legs.

it's the side effect of being a runner. it's always painful, hence you tend to skip the massages offered by your trainers and foam roll your muscles (stopping before it hurts too much.)

but not under suguru geto's watch. he knows you have a big run tomorrow, a super duper, medal earning run. he's seen your dedication to the sport and is always amazed at the sheer discipline you have.

as a fellow athelete, he admires it. his sport, fencing, requires a different kind of focus but the little times he's jogged a 5k or 10k behind you really puts running into perspective. he remembers the soreness and ache. he's not going to let you run on achey muscles.

he moves down to your calves, gets a tense exhale and he knows you're going to protest. "we can do streteching in-ah, instead. dy-dynamic st-fuck that hurts." he barely hums before pulling your legs closer.

it moves your shorts higher, exposing the flesh of your bum, he makes a mental note to massage there last. the glutes and hips are vital to easy running and overall movement afterall.

he moves towards your achielles, aware this is a pretty sensitive spot for you and the shudder you realease is sinful.

he's not going to stop, he's found the knots, he's going to diligently knead them away. going to make sure you feel good, your legs feel strong. he won't be distracted by your noises.

it goes on for too long, the pain is less, but suguru's hands are warm. the constant movement and gentle praising is getting to you. "you're so dedicated." "almost done, you're being so good for me." "taking it so sweetly." " you're so amazing." "such a disciplined athelete." "how lucky am i?" "i get to call you mine." he's hands are slower, gentler. slowly his movement moves up, pulls you closer into his lap. your shorts bunching uncomfortably, it's a flimsy piece of fabric. leaving noting to imagination but it feels soft.

sugur's hands are now pushing into the space where your hamstrings meet your glutes. teasing the flesh, pulling and pushing with his thumbs.

"su...suguru." you huff, turning to catch his eyes and he's got a hand on your neck, pulling you up, straddling his lap, soft kisses to your lips and jaw.

the position hurts a little, your quads are still tight but you don't want him to know, don't want him massaging, want him to touch you instead.

"you said you'd make me feel good." you pout, he tries to steal more kisses. vaguely aware he needs to be at practice soon and you are not going to run a raise with bruised hips and his hand prints peaking under your run shorts. those are for his eyes only.

"i'm not done yet." hands on your hips moving to grab at your round flesh, gives your ass a really tight squeeze. "lie down for me yeah?"

trying to change suguru geto's mind is near impossible and you'd rather kiss him silly then hear another lecture about proper post-running routine. gosh, he sounds like a runner with all the research he's done on your sport.

a smile slips your lips as your stomach meets the pillow suguru has placed for you, and if you stretch your arms and it happens to push your hips and butt higher well, that's just you stretching. also part of a good post-run routine.

he gives you a small tsk before pushing your hips flat to the bed. straddles your legs and lets his hands start massaging your lower back, his thumbs move as a team up and down one side of your bum and then the next. your glutes are really tight and you relax into the movement. it feels nice.

when suguru notices your breathing slow and your muscles with less tension, he starts to move his thumbs under your shorts.

the fabric is mostly bunched into your crease anyways, if he's pulling it higher it's just so it fits better. he needs to massage closer to your lovely leaking opening as it is.

and if you moan at the tension, moan at the pull it's not your fault. he's so controlled, working you up so nicely, it's not your fault at all. you his lips on your lower back. then his tongue followed by his teeth and his voice is so deep when he asks, "ready? still want me to make you feel good?"

your nodidng is useless because he wants to hear your words. no point in swaying your hips, he holds them still. "suguru, please. you promised."

"such a pretty pretty thing." he lifts your hips up, pulls the shorts down, spreads your cheecks, thumbs dangerously pushing where you want him the most.

"l..like this suguru? is...this okay?" this angle is new, suddenly feeling shy you want to see him, need assurance.

you feel his entire body lie on top of you, the pressure welcome, you feel a certain bulge near your hips, so he is affectd too. he moves to the side of your body, his focus is on your reassurance, this is about you. he kisses the nape of your neck, a hand turns your face to his, lips on your cheeks and he's looking at you with so much adoration.

"we can stop and change if you want."

"you want to try this?" he nodds, " "promise. it'll feel really good." and he's so patient, waits for your decision, doesn't push or pull. hands moving to your low back, keeping you grounded.

"okay, kiss me more first please." it's so filthy, nothing prodigy fencer should know how to do. but suguru is special, selective, always a mystery and somehow you're his entire world.

he moves back down your body. pushes but never breaches his thumb into your wet, wanting, aching core. indulges in your tiny gasps, marks the top of your hamstring with a very nice hickey.

only pushes his thumb in once he completes a matching mark on your other hamstring. it's enough to fuel your need, you're so wet, you can feel it. his slow and steady in and out motion driving you mad.

"more, more, more."

he speeds up a little bit, deeper now, almost touching where you want him to, barely grazing it. so you try to help him, you push your hips back and he pulls his thumb out.

"no babe, this is my job." but both his thumbs are pushing the sides of your pussy. squeezing the lips together. you're moaning his name, burning.

"okay, oka-fuck." he pushes a thumb in again, the other starting to run small circles on your clit. it's so slow, it feels so good. the noises your making are absolutely criminal.

suguru is lost in trance, you're so wet. he can feel the heat on his hands, fuck the noises your making, the way you're saying his name like a prayer over and over.

he needs a taste. moves his thumb near your occupied hole, and laps at the delicious juices making a mess on his sheets.

he feels you twitch and tremble. "still babe, be good for me. i know you can." he knows it's mean, you've already been so good for him, he's been slowly bringing you to the edge and back.

"can't. need you, please pleas-ah." he replaces his thumb with a finger, followed by another and another. the quick sucession and stretch making you so full suddenly.

a thumb is back on your clit, moving faster. your hips moving on their own, your not saying coherent words anymore. he doesn't need you to. "that's right, that's right, you're so close."

he guides you throw it, his fingers reaching deep and full, constantly massage the sweetest spot and pushes you over the edge.

you feel his wet hands on your hips, his voice near your back as he leaves kisses up ad down your spine. "you did so well. made such pretty sounds for me." he pulls you close, spooning you perfectly. you're so relaxed, boneless.

"keep breathing babe."

♡

when your eyes peak open you're still in his bed, a blanket thrown over you and two glasses of cool water stand proudly on the bedside table. no stickyness or sweat lingers on your skin, he's changed you into one of his band tshirts and boxers that are suspisciously in your size.

the bathroom fan clicks off, suguru steps out of the shower looking better than any adonis you've googled. hair tied in a messy bun, towel wrapped low on his hips. he's shuffling to grab his training fit of the day before his eyes catch you.

the smile is so sweet, he's in your space instantly. running hair from your face, small kisses and praises. "you're gonna finish both of these, right?"

you frown at him. "hey, electrolytes and hydration are key fo-" you smush his face with a pillow. but take a big sip of the glass he's held out for you. "atta girl."

you help him chose his outfit, he rambles about his opponent and how training is going. when you stand you're surprised at the lack of soreness?

you fully expected to be comfortably sore, suguru is big, no matter the stretching you're always left a little sore after. fully expecting your hips to also ache from the firm grip suguru keeps when he's drilling you into the mattress but that's missing too.

"i'm not going to have you running side-to-side babe." he's done packing his gear as you follow him into the kitchen. "but, you didn't-?" "who says i didn't?"

the blush on your cheeks should be on his cheeks but he's busy making toast. this fine fine fine man is too much, too good, too nice. "but, i wanted to. i would've woken back-" "shush. i'm not the one running a marathon tomorrow."

"don't remind me. though I should get a new PR, that would be fun. you'll be there?"

always, is on the tip of his tongue but that's after. both of you need to finish the compeitions first. "of course. with your favorite smoothie and fries."

he has you smiling and you cling to him until he really needs to go. "stab the guy and come home kick!"

"always so violent babe." "it's the same jerk who cut your lip. a stab is the least he desreves."

he smiles, shaking his head and pulling you in for a final hug and kiss. "what's my reward if I get a new PR?" you tease. "going to be hard to top my reward for sticking to my training goals."

"i've got a few ideas."

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