âąwarnings + content: breeding kink, impregnation, implied baby trapping, fingering, edging, dacryphilia, creampie, groping, voyeurism, breast fetishism, cunnilingus, masturbation, breathplay, voice kink, bulge, dirty talk, edging, hickies and bruises, thigh kink, MINORS DON'T INTERACT. 18+.
Suggested Tracks: She - Tyler the creator ft Frank Ocean
She knows - J. Cole [Slowed]
Find your love - Drake [Slowed]
âąsummary: geto never gets to have any fun outside of work. He decided to change that the second he met a pretty little thing like you⊠he never anticipated on getting so attracted.
âąpairings: gang leader! + stalker!geto suguru x shy!chubby fem!reader.
âągenre: mentions of blood/gore, guns, weapons, violence, yandere tendencies, dubcon, sugar baby themes, dub-con, stalker tendencies, body-worship, praise, obsession/infatuation, possessive!geto, smut/bdsm, sub!reader, Dom!geto, roleplay, CNC, consensual sex, pussydrunk!geto, aftercare, sweet!geto after rough!geto, simp!geto, deranged tendencies, missionary sex.
Author's note: I dedicated this to my horn dogs :$
A heavy sigh flutters from Getoâs unhinged breath, relaxing every muscle of his body as he weakly rests his chin on his fixed hands. The wooden desk below him trembled with resolve, the sudden displacement of weight making it creak. Now more than ever, heâs found himself unable to focus in his second lodge, the void around him bearing such tension that he couldnât wait to go home.Â
Stressâthatâs exactly what he felt, in distinction to having to depart from his familiar pattern of watching you through his living room window. It was clearly taking a toll on him, and he was exasperated to the extent that he wanted to drop a few of his occupational worries.Â
For months on end, heâd been undeniably lying to himself, acting as though he was the only capable human being who could handle multiple roles at work. With genuine concern for a companion, Satoru suggested heâd promote long-time friends like Itadori Yuuji and Fushiguro Megumi to executive roles just so he could relax, or better said, focus more time on you.Â
Geto definitely thought about it, pictured it, and even categorized their job descriptions, but he was nervous about one thing, and that was losing power. With that being said, he quickly found himself making a decisive move when it dawned on him that he wouldnât create much of a power imbalance, not if he gained control over you instead. That shouldnât be too hard, right?
Under the current circumstances, -that you unknowingly provided a shortcut to-, he finally gave in and commissioned Gojoâs juniors, hoping their contribution to his unattended duties could be useful.Â
And yet, as Itadori and Fushiguro proved themselves to be vital assets, he didnât think the tactical shift would take such a toll on his habitual activities. In vain, he shoves the unfiltered feedback to the sealed corner of his mind and focuses on his excitement instead, though the flittering of his heart and the eager tapping of his foot did no justice to calm the racing blood circulating towards the tent in his pants.Â
Every waking moment, behind the glitching darkness of his eyelids, mirages of your pretty self haunted Geto, and he was finding it rather strenuous to stay away. The wary idea of heading to his club and taking the first giddy woman who latched onto his arm weighed heavy on his consciousness, but he knew he couldnât do that, especially not to a mind-boggling, enchantress who made him want to keep crawling back for more. Youâve captivated him in more ways than one, and after serving witness to your pledged vulnerability, he found himself undoubtedly plighting his loyalty to you.
Besides, in his spiraling mind, he knew no woman could ever compare to the raw intimacy you two would share, especially if he were welcomed into your velvety walls to bestow a pretty little baby with the looks of you and him combined. His dream of your combined souls brought him to his current disheveled state, which took place only forty-eight hours after your shared conversation.
By the time merging shades of red and orange began to dawn on the surface of his desk, Geto found himself continuously peeking over his shoulder and glancing at the time. He resorts to defeat after a few tries of searching for the spectacular number of seven that determined even the earliest silver of measure he could depart. A certain part of him yearned to go home and obsess over you, but the authentic half demanded heâd stand his ground at work until evening time at best. He resisted the urge to restlessly toss his documents aside, knowing that minutes from now heâd meet his mark.
Stiffly, he turns back to the papers on his desk and continues reading the unauthorized documented folder provided by Gojo, of which described what university you went to, and what degree you were trying to pursue.
 An itch interrupts his session, bringing him to a pause as his thumb skims the midsection of his forehead. Utter relief flooded his features shortly after, the emotion conjuring a thought revolving around the arrangement heâd made for you. Just a while ago, he discovered you worked every day of the week and often fell short on funds for everyday necessities and school loans. He couldnât shrug away his concern for you and he personally felt the need to step in. Geto wanted to take care of that. The influx of everyday prices from the approaching recession was gradually driving you to a point of desperation, and he knew through his twisted, methodical pursuit, sooner or later youâd start looking for other despairing avenues to keep yourself afloat and thereâd absolutely be no way youâd turn down an offer from him. Not when you needed money that much.
The onset of his money-handling plans would soon be at play, but heâd have to wait just a little more to put the rest of his scheming together. Geto was sure heâd already piqued your interest, but now it was simply a matter of making you feel comfortable with him.
At the invading thought of your sauntering silhouette, he found himself hunched over from the ache between his legs, his cock prepped to be stroked, fucked, and gulped dry of all of its messy baby batter. Forged ignorance to the needy friend below his stiff pelvis was purposely committed as he planned to unload himself at another one of your nightly shows, but upon waiting more than a few hours to take care of it himself, he was finding it difficult to hold back. Minutes turned into hours and hours transformed into a day. Upon watching the clock strike seven, the only objective he had shadowing his mischievous, lip-biting sneer, was the pain-stakingly long ride home. Every stride he took speedily took him out of his office. The jingling of his keys as he inserted them into his car motivated him to get home quickly, and with you silently riding in the back of his mind, he couldnât wait to pump a dayâs worth of his surging cum to the sight of your pretty little body. The next phase of events zoomed by in a startling flash, erasing anything else out of sight.
His thoughts spun out of control, and he quickly found himself seated in the grand space where delightful memories were endlessly made. Geto gulped at the drink he snatched greedily on the way in, but he found it lacking luster in its taste, though that thought alone, made him think of you, the taste of your squelching juices pouring like smooth nectar down his greedy throat. He exasperates a sigh and asserts the crawling urge to peak out his massive window over his shoulder, only for the disappointing sight of your cold, dark apartment to ensare his sight. You mightâve been gone now, but he could always get himself ready, right? Wrapping up any last moral thought, he tosses it aside before obsessively trudging to the handle of his enclosed window, and opening it up at full length with shaky hands.
He stands for a few minutes and stares, eyes peering narrowly like a hawk as his bang sways from the side of his face, acting as a catalyst for his rage. When would you be home? A despairing glance at his watch brightens his face, jogging his memory to advise him that youâd be home in a small span of five minutes. Any sign of disappointment instantly disappears, and he spends each individual minute preparing himself for your arrival. The giddy nerves of his belly continue rousing, conjuring a devious smirk over his handsome face.
You appeared within the blink of an eye, your shoulders weighing with a strain he familiarized as pressure. If school was taking that big of a toll on you, he was more than happy to take the worry off your hands, and any other worries really. Like any other day, you placed your book bag on the couch before turning on the lights. Shortly after, you sauntered to your bathroom, lazily shedding a layer of clothing each step of the way. Geto watches you curiously in thought, his strong fist resting below his chin. He found his heart yearning with intrigue as heâd never been witness to what your routine consisted of in the bathroom.
Peering through the expanse of the translucent glass, his eyes fluttered open and closed in between soft wisps of his lashes, just as your hands came up with makeup wipes to swipe the excess off your ornament face. You looked so calm this way, something domestic in the sense of how you felt homey prepping yourself for rest. He lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding, the sensation of an exhale streaming out an excess of fantasies that ranged from helping you take off your makeup, to helping you change into comfy clothes. The unforgettable loyalty booming from within his soul reminded him of the ways heâd take care of you. Whether they included continuously buying you flowers, treats, or clothesâhe didnât care. Heâd do everything to have you sharing your most vulnerable moments with him.
His back slips against the leather of his cushion as his hands seamlessly fall on the back of his couch, sturdy legs manspreading into their manual state. Heâd been so sucked up in the world known as you, and finally having you within his sights deemed him permission to care for the tightening bulge in his pants. Precisely, Geto pulls at the buckle of his belt, the violently loud chiming noise erupting from the metal hitting the ground. He grunts in relief, eyes blazing with violent discomfort and unintentional stimulation once his thick cock slaps against his stomach, erected at a full potential heâd only witnessed in the very few moments where he left his bruised, swollen balls unattended for.
From his hazy peripheral vision, he sees your blurred body moving, and finally, he regains focus. You had stripped out of your huggable, cozy figure, and finally allowed the sensual side peered out. Geto fights against his logical subconscious, his focus never once trailing away. Tantalizing was the word he chose to describe itâa miraculous depiction that would leave an ache compared to a brain freeze. You stood in front of your crystallized mirror, the innocent color of pink hugging your curves as you stripped away your black t-shirt and tight, skinny jeans.
The stain of light from the lamp beside Geto, intensified the dilation of his pupils, having them grow much more larger as they drowned every shade of brown out. His eyes appeared to gulp at the sight of your partly nude body, the member smacking against his stomach twitching to life when he noticed exactly what you wore. Intricate rosy patterns swirled across the strings attached to your hips, stretching down to a fuller material covering your most lovely sex. Excitement further dawned on Geto when he noticed your cute dangling necklace and glinting necklaceâhe thought the additions added to your beauty, especially when you appeared all dressed up for him.
Would you wear something like this for him too, if he had you? His cock instantly pulses, forcing a hiss from his bitten lips as a drop of cum splashes directly on his hardened stomach.
He openly gawked, any ounce of shame floating away. The lack of guilt pursuing Geto had yet to overwhelm his mannerisms, as his hands tragically rested on the hilt of his cock, giving it a rather rough squeeze that had him groaning out.
A shiver takes down his spine, and he instantly starts sweating, finding it rather hard to stop himself from cumming immediately like a lewd, giddy freak.
he could hear himself mumbling internally, the tremors of his body awakening as you leaned into your mirror, posture slick while your shapely ass flexed with every little move. You backed away from the frosty mirror briskly, throwing the used makeup cloth away before meekly strolling to your living space.
Geto could feel his heart race as he looked at the carpeted living room floor you approached, the hairs on the back of his neck spiking in alarm as heâd failed to previously notice the beige-colored dildo glistening beneath your lamp light. How could he miss such a major detail?!
He audibly groaned as he watched you sit on your knees, the very full cup of your rosey-colored lingerie accentuate your divine bust as you innocently pressed them together while your hands worked to sheath your toy in glossy, clear lube.
Geto licked his lips, salivating at the appearance of clear substance in your soft, cute hands. He imagined youâd pump his throbbing cock the exact same way, but your smothering juices would easily replace any use of lube. Or perhaps, his own slippery sperm. He sighed with closed eyes, brows arching up in defeat. Did you even know what you were doing to him? Was it on purpose?
He couldnât even begin to formulate a solution to his question when you turned your back to him and sat on your knees, your cute hands grabbing the thin lacy material of rosy pink on your hips and tugging it away to disclose your pretty velvety cunt. Your nimble hands shook as you separated the thong from your juices, smearing the material to stick on the side of your ass cheek as you continued wedging both of your cheeks apart to unveil your cunt and asshole for prep. You grabbed your dildo, smearing your juices over the length before lowering your arched ass, your tight hole puckering around the head of your toy. You whimpered and wiggled around, spurring a whine loud enough that even Suguru could hear the echo from your opened windows, through his own.
He watched with cold, calculating eyes, the edges of his lips fleeting down to form a straight line. A serious facade painted his face, similarly mirroring the way a mad scientist intensely watched his experiment unravel. His hand clenched to a fist, knuckles turning white as he faced exasperation head-on from being unable to play with your tight, little holes. You carefully slipped the toy inside of you, every inch etching a look that transitioned from pain to uncontrollable pleasure. He indulged in the fruits of your endeavors, picturing how satisfying your soft, gummy walls would feel tightening at the intrusion of his large cock. Geto chuckled inwardly, pondering about what your cute face would look like taking a dick twice as big as your toy. It drastically pales in comparison. He groans lowly as he swipes the swollen tip of his dick with his twitching thumb, a frown tugging at the edges of his lips when he couldnât quite grasp what your soft, chubby thighs would feel like tightening around his hips. And even while your eroticism did enough to make him want to cream on the spot, he still couldnât help but feel jealous of your dildo. He chokes out a cough when he directs his attention back to you, the vein on the side of his cock abruptly pulsing with a heartbeat of his own. Your face mightâve been downcast as you looked back at your toy, but the moonlight mixed with the beam of your lamp into such a pretty combination, making the shadow of your torso completely visible.
you cried out, appearing like a sex-driven freak to anyone aside from the person in name, who was clearly watching in fascinationâor might he say, hunger. Multi-colored trinkets of light shimmered over your lewd pretty face, smearing a bigger sense of percusiĂłn that brightened every crevice of his brain with interest, and every nerve of his body with desire. You still for a split second, an aggravated facade turning your plump lips into a downcast of a frown as you urgently pushed your patterned bralette to the plush of your chubby tummy.
Just from glancing at the smooth, dewy expanse of your back, Geto grabbed his brimming, inflamed cock, begging it over to the palm of his rough hand for a smooth lathering of his pre-cum.
Black eyes sharpened on the released state of your plump bosom, drool stimulating the nerves of Getoâs tongue as both of your hands cupped and groped at the plushy skin to stimulate the buds. Your necklace wedged between the blubber of skin, forcibly highlighting the swollen quality of your tits. He moans softly before stifling a gentle chuckle, bathing in the inviting environment heâd never known would come to be. He found himself feeling happier than the last moment he shared with you, simply due to the fact that heâd discovered you were just as perverted as he was, if not, more. Your trembling hand came crashing down on the expanse of your soft ass cheek, leaving behind a reddened imprint that left you yelping out a squeal. Geto licked his lips in admiration, the ongoing skim of his hand over his stiffened cock stimulating another bout of gooey cum. He could only imagine your sanity be reduced to swirls as his own when you bounced on the sex toy, the lips of your pretty pussy gripping the glistening base of your dildo for dear life. A sly smirk tugged at his lips, eyes flickering to a murky display of coyness. It was him, you were thinking about. No one else, and that had him gripping the reins of his orgasm with exaggeration.
As quickly as he discovered the prime objective of his orgasm, it all fell apart in waves of perplexed, dramatic ministrations. He jerked his hardened cock, the head churning a deep red as his other hand cupped and squished the swollen, blue balls below, âS-So prettyâ, he stutters out loud, voice grating with desperation, but dipping with an ounce of vulnerability.
âYouâre so t-tight, sweetheartâ
His slippery hand skimmers from the top to the bottom of his dick, rippling waves of squishing noises across his living space as he speedily strokes his cum covered dick. He envisions your tight little cunt absorbing every inch of him, the innocent look doting your face heightening his desire to impregnate you as his cheeks darken with elation. The white shirt heâd freshly picked up upon coming home, sticks tightly against his skin, an outline of perspiration staining his abs and broad chest. And just as he curls forward with tightly clasped eyes, white goey blobs of cum spray onto his tensing thighs, a bellowing moan echoing from the rising depths of his chest. He lazily continues pumping his cock, chugging out the last remnants of sperm as strands of hair spill over his quivering eyes.
In the midst of his rotating pleasure, he feels hotâa ring of embarrassment spreading across his chest when he realizes just how loud the erotic noise reverberated.
Geto feels the moment before it even occurs, the sizzling of your lewd eyes tracing over from the base of your dildo to the opened window of your living room, and finally, to his own. The second your lust-stricken eyes met his own, you gasped, reflexively forcing yourself to back away from the object of caution while your hands flew to cover any sense of dignity you had left. You backed away with such terror, your arm shielding your bouncing breasts and hiding the pretty nubs as your thigh moved to cross over your exposed sex.
Although he couldnât hear that well from afar, he witnessed the moment your mouth opened, associating it with a shriek of dread. His brain couldnât process what started happening as it was still lingering on the moment you slipped out the dildo, allowing the consistency of your glistening pre cum to pour from your used little cunt. Your disoriented eyes glowered with such fear, doting the colors of your cheeks a darker shade of red as you skippered away. Geto didnât move an inch, finding himself paralyzed from the second you registered heâd been looking. His hand remained seated at the top of his cock, the bulbous head thudding from its post orgasm.
The second you reached your room, the prompt sound of your door shutting resonated through his own window, making the forced frank footsteps of your chase, sound tinier than your resistance. He relaxed back into his couch, his ragged breathing making his chest huff in slight disappointment as he captured the last remnant of his orgasmic clarity. The embarrassment that previously nipped at him quickly consumed the tips of his ears and his chest in doses of pink humility. Fuck. Maybe if he didnât moan as loud as he had, youâd probably wouldâve never noticed him. How was he supposed to get to you now? Did you think he was a creep? Who wouldnât?! He shallowly scratched the itch between his furrowed brows with a sore thumb, dumbly replaying the sight of your panic-struck physique.
Coyly, he drummed up a smirk, one too loose with carelessness, but constrained enough to reveal his meekness. He felt lewd and turned on in the sense that you caught him jacking off to the fantasies you bestowed upon yourself. Pursued lips skippered out a husky sigh, channeling a sense of mixed emotions as he grabbed at the tissues on his coffee table. There was no way youâd think he was a pervert. Not when you were masturbating to him! He shook his head and situated his sweatpants back on in feigned patience. This was better for his plan to carry out easier, wasnât it? Geto could only hope for the best as he trudged to his bedroom for a reflective shower. Though, the embarrassment coursing through his veins wouldnât let him dwell on what course of action would happen tomorrow. He just hoped youâd fall into his hands as easily as you did tonight.
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