#unedited i wrote this on the elliptical

[izvmimi]

cw: minors dni. exhibitionism? toxic relationship. cult leader geto and whatever

“we haven’t seen you in weeks, is everything okay?”

your friend’s voice on the phone is light, as though she means for it to come out as a joke, but you can hear the tinge of concern at the last word, and laugh it off easily. she’s not wrong at all, you’ve been screening calls - frankly, you haven’t been paying attention to your phone or socials at all, finding different things other than family, friends, work, community to devote your newfound free time to.

or one thing really.

“you’re not with that man, are you?”

“ of course not!”

you giggle again, and this time there’s a pause on the other end that betrays that she doesn’t exactly believe you, not one bit. you double down - “i finally got rid of his ass. Blocked literally everywhere.”

“uh huh…”

“trust me.”

at this, your voice hitches slightly and you stifle a moan through the phone, shifting uncomfortably around the length of Geto’s cock nestled deep inside you, as you sit on his lap. with two fingers, he’s now rubbing sweet circles around your clit, just the way you like it, enough that you can feel your heart pound as you swallow pooling saliva, trying desperately not to make a sound.

“… look we’re just worried about you… all of us are.” she insists as your head starts to spin. leaning back into his chest you pull the phone off your ear just enough to hide the smallest of mewls in your throat.

geto’s free hand moves to rest to the front of your throat, feeling the vibration of your throat as you lie easily, as easily as you fall into his trap.

“d-don’t worry… i know what’s good for me.”

you hang up quickly as your eyes cross and you cum around him, and geto pets your hair gently as you tremble against him.

“good girl… my good, obedient, devoted girl.”