#sugurugeto

You step into the clean, minimalist shop. Plants are hanging from the ceiling and growing in pots, the gentle sound of music reverberates through the building, and the natural light from the high windows filters in.

It’s nice and cozy, the decorations are tasteful, and you notice each artist has their own station decorated with their personal style.  

You sit on the velvet couch at the front, filling out a waiver as you wait for your appointment to start. You were getting a simple piece, something to fill in the blank spot on your forearm.

The artist you booked had the exact style you were going for, not to mention their work was amazing and they came highly recommended. It was an easy choice when you decided to move forward with them, paying your deposit as you counted down the days until you could finally sit in the chair again, feeling the needle against your skin.

It wasn’t until after you booked your appointment, when you mentioned it to a few friends that you discovered the artist you booked was a man, which was no problem at all, except for the fact he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. 

You remember your friends pulling up his personal social media account and you decided as you scrolled, it would be better to pass away than to sit in a chair silently for hours while he tattooed you.

But of course, your friends wouldn’t allow that, you had to report back all of your findings, after all.

So you waited silently after finishing your form, heart pumping as you fiddled with your bag, making sure you had your headphones and water for the thousandth time. 

You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when the honeyed voice of Suguru Geto came from behind you, your name never sounded better than when he said it.

You stood, offering him a polite smile, trying to hide your nerves. He gestured for you to follow, your heart racing as you studied him. Half of his dark hair was pulled back into a bun, a single strand of bangs falling in front of his eyes. His outfit was casual, a black band t-shirt, baggy jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He was relaxed, completely opposite of you, as he led you towards the side of the large room. 

The shop was pretty empty today and you couldn’t decide if you were grateful for that or not.

He stopped at the station on the far wall, you took note of his small knicknacks. He had a few figurines, some you recognized, like No Face from Spirited Away and some you didn’t recognize at all. He had some pictures with who you guessed were his friends. There was one person who appeared in almost all of them, he had an entire head of white hair and was almost as gorgeous as Geto. 

“You can set your things down there,” his calm voice broke you out of your nosiness. “I printed a few sizes so we can mess with the placement, but feel free to check out the design and let me know if you want any changes.”

You set your things on the small table next to a folding chair, shrugging your jacket off before picking up one of the cutouts resting on the tattoo chair. It was perfect, exactly what you wanted.

“The design is great,” your voice came out softer than you liked. You took a breath and forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, holding the cutout against your skin. You grabbed one of the smaller sizes, walking towards the mirror as you held it, twisting your arm to see if you liked the placement.

“May I?” He asked, stepping beside you as he gestured to the paper, the scent of spicy sandalwood and musk engulfing you. You nodded, silently handing it to him. He started playing with the angles, “If we angle it like this we could do the larger one, if you wanted.”

You hummed, noticing how much space was left if you used the smaller size, “Let’s see what it looks like.”

He grabbed the cutout, holding it against you, trailing his finger across the line work. Despite the barrier between your skin, his touch was electric. 

“See how it tucks right in here. I think it meshes well with your other pieces too,” he commented.

“Yeah, definitely, I think that size is the one,” you nodded, when you met his indigo colored eyes, you quickly looked away.

“I’ll get a stencil printed and we can see it on the skin,” he stepped past you towards a work room, disappearing behind a door as you sat down on the small folding chair.

You counted your breaths, begging yourself to lock the fuck in. He’s a professional and you’re a client. You were acting like you’d never been around a guy before.

Except this guy was easily the hottest you’d ever seen. He was tall, covered in tattoos, had good style, and took care of his hair, which seemed like not a lot to ask for as you thought it through. You chalked it up to the fact he smelled divine and had the sexiest voice you’d ever heard. It was just those two things messing with your brain. 

You took your headphones out of your bag, setting them on the table as you forced yourself to do something besides think of him, as you waited.

When he came back, he asked for you to stand in front of the mirror, “Relax your arm for me.”

You did as he asked as he shaved you before prepping your skin for the stencil. When he placed it on you, you waited patiently for his fingers to leave your skin. They didn’t, of course, because he had to press it down, making sure each part of it touched your skin.

“Check it out, let me know what you think,” he peeled it off, heading towards the trash as you twisted your arm around in the mirror.

“I love it,” you commented, keeping your eyes on the mirror as you studied the piece on your skin.

“Good, go ahead and sit down, I’ve got a bit more to prep and then we’ll get started,” his back was turned to you as he grabbed his ink bottles, glide, and needles.

You were acting so weird, you just knew he could tell how nervous you were, but still acted kindly towards you. You hoped he figured you were nervous about getting the tattoo, and not him. You sat down on the chair, realizing he would never think you were nervous about the tattoo considering your tank top revealed all the pieces you had on your upper body. Well, most of them.

You placed one earbud in, putting on your comfort playlist as you waited for your fate.

He sat in his chair, gliding over to you, everything prepped as he looked at you, “Ready?”

“Ready,” you nodded.

The first touch of the needle against your skin was hell. Not because it hurt, but because this gorgeous man was inflicting pain on you and your body had a fucked up way of reacting to pain.

You could feel your whole body flush as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to pretend it was someone else doing your tattoo. The part of you that enjoyed suffering didn’t let you look away for long, you glanced down at him, watching as his face remained steady and focused.

God he was so good looking. There wasn’t a word for it, hot, pretty, gorgeous, each lacked something when it came to him. Gorgeous was the best out of them all, but you could imagine how hot he would be angled over you as he whispered praises in your ear.

You looked away quickly, face warm as you grabbed your phone and opened up TikTok, letting the mindless scrolling block out everything around you.

The first break you took you quickly went to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror and silently repeating that he’s a professional, and you’re being feral as someone does their job.

Luckily you were halfway done by this point, your self control was fraying as those last couple of hours droned on and on.

When it finally came time for the whites, you were practically bursting out of the chair at the increase in pain. Whites were always rougher than regular black, but it was a different kind of torture as Suguru Geto worked the needle across your skin. 

By the time he took pictures and wrapped you up, you were ready to sprint for the door the moment you were done paying him. Until he stopped you, closing his hand around your wrist.

He glanced around the shop, it was empty except for the two of you, everyone finished up and left as the sun faded away, “I- uh, don’t normally do this, or ever for that matter, but can I get your number?”

You blinked slowly at him, replaying his words over in your mind as you struggled to process them.

“I’m sorry, that was-” he let go of your wrist, his widening eyes the only betrayal to his emotions.

“Are you serious?” Your brows were furrowed as you studied him.

“Ouch,” he laughed lightly, crossing his arms.

“No! That’s not- that’s not what I meant,” you were twisting the rings on your fingers as you met his eyes. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“You weren’t?” The corner of his mouth twitched as he held your eye contact. “I find that hard to believe.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes at him, gaining some of your confidence back.

“It means I could practically hear the thoughts in your head the entire time, you’re not exactly nonchalant,” he stepped closer to you, forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he murmured, glancing at your lips.

“You’re not,” you whispered, losing yourself in the deep depths of his eyes.

“Thought so,” he hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he traced your jaw with his fingers. “You gonna let me have your number, pretty girl?”

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“Fuckkkk,” he groaned in your ear, slowly pushing his thick cock inside your soaking cunt. “Fuck- let me in sweetheart.”

Your nails were digging into his back as he stretched you impossibly wide. His long hair falling softly over his shoulders as you writhed beneath him, “Geto- you’re too big.”

You words caught in your throat as he slammed himself inside of you, his pelvis slapping against your hips as he bottomed out. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to you.

His words were rough near your ear, “I told you what to call me, and it wasn’t that.”

“Suguru,” you whined, meeting his eyes, your gaze apologetic.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he cooed as he stayed completely still, tracing his fingers down your face before cupping your jaw. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” your voice was quiet as you watched him, waiting for him to move his hips. 

He pressed his lips softly against yours, moving his mouth as he slowly stroked his tongue against yours. His hand moved from your jaw down your body, gently tweaking your nipple before settling between your legs. The first swipes of his fingers against your clit had you moaning and bucking your hips, searching for what you craved.

He broke your kiss, tsking, “I set the pace, you just lay there and look pretty, okay?”

You nodded, grabbing his face and bringing it closer to yours, desperate to kiss him again. He let you pull him down, stopping just before your lips touched, issuing a gentle command that had you obeying immediately, “Open.”

You opened your mouth watching as he let his spit slowly drip into your mouth as he rubbed gentle circles around your clit. When you clenched around him, more slick rushing between your legs, his breath hitched.

“Need something?” His voice was strained as he pressed his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting your most sensitive spots.

“I need you,” your words were breathless as he worked his mouth and fingers against you. 

“You sure about that?” He murmured, nibbling softly on your ear.

“Yes,” you tried and failed to buck your hips as he settled more weight onto you, holding you still.

His face was hovering over yours, his pupils blown out as he stared down at you, “Beg for it.”

“Please, Suguru,” one of your hands drifted into his hair, the other curved around his back. “Please fuck me, please-”

He slowly rolled his hips back before slowly sinking back into you.

“Pleasepleaseplease-”

“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock,” he settled both hands behind your knees, pulling your legs up higher, before pressing them into the mattress as he began to finally thrust.

Your hand in his hair tightened, yanking his face to your as you shoved your tongue into his mouth. He greedily swallowed your moans, letting your tongue sloppily work against his as he slowly sped up.

The stretch was mind numbing, his length hitting every sensitive spot inside you every time he rolled his hips back and forth. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you moaned.

“Your pretty pussy is taking me so well,” he groaned, slamming into you roughly. “Like it was made for me.”

“Yes- Suguru- so good,” you could barely form words as his cock bullied every part of your poor pussy. You threw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming as you felt yourself getting closer to release.

“Gonna cum soon,” he warned, one his hands drifting between you again, finding your clit and rubbing maddening circles over it as he continued increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Where do you want it, pretty?”

“Oh god-” you choked out as he hit the deepest part of you, his circles against your clit growing harsher and harsher.

“Trust me, god isn’t here sweetheart, now answer the question,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his fingers working you roughly as you clenched around him.

“In me please, cum in me,” your words came out of you helplessly, your mind completely empty except for your approaching ecstasy.

“Such a sweet girl,” he murmured. “Now cum for me,” the moment he pinched your clit you exploded.

You cried out, your moans filling the room as your orgasm rushed through you. Your pussy was convulsing around him, completely at his mercy as he fucked you through every last wave of pleasure. 

“Fuck,” his thrusts were erratic and fast as he buried his head in your neck. 

“Suguru, cum in me,” you whined.

He came with a startled grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling you up so perfectly. His cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips against you, working every last drop of cum out.

His body collapsed on top of yours, pinning your legs against you as you ran your fingers through his hair, his cum leaking out of your pussy and onto the bed.

You’d definitely have to leave out a few details when you told your friends about him.

“guys, s-stop!” you gasped between laughs and suguru slid closer, his strong hands holding you from behind and targeting every sensitive spot he could reach. the three of them had you pinned against the cushions, their bodies crowding yours in a pile. zuko’s knee pressed between your legs, jinshi’s chest brushed your arm, and suguru’s breath warmed your neck as he leaned in. 

the tickling intensified, fingers skittering over your stomach, up to your sides, and grazing the undersides of your breasts through your thin tank top. you writhed, trying to escape, but the sensations blurred the line between laughter to something hotter. zuko boldly poke right at your hipbone and sent a jolt straight to your core, and instead of a giggle, a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips. 

the room went still. 

zuko’s hands froze on your waist, jinshi pulled back slightly with wide eyes, and suguru’s fingers lingered on your arm, his gaze darkening. you felt heat flood your cheeks yet the air had thickened with unspoken tension. 

“did you just…? jinshi trailed off, voice husky as he tried to break the silence.

“tickling got a little…intense.” you said quietly but enough for the three to hear. you bit your lip, avoid their gazes, heart pounding. but none of them moved away. zuko’s eyebrow arched, his eyes dragging hungrily over your figure. 

“intense, huh?” suguru’s hand slid upwards to your thigh. you twitched involuntarily.

 the three men made eye contact with each other and agreed silently.

 “we could make it more than that,” jinshi nodded, his elegant fingers tracing your collarbone. “only if you want.” the invitation hung there, you looked up and saw three hungry gazes. you opened your legs slightly and nodded.

the playfulness finally shattered into raw desire. 

zuko captured your mouth first, his kiss fierce and demanding, tongue thrusting in deep as suguru yanked your tank top up and over your head. jinshi worked on your shorts, peeling them down with your panties, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.

you were naked beneath them in seconds, their hands everywhere–stroking, squeezing, claiming. zuko broke the kiss and latched onto your neck. sucking hard to leave marks while his fingers found its way to pinched your nipples, rolling them until they ache. “fuck princess, you’ve been hiding this body from us,” he growled against your skin. 

jinshi knelt between your spread thighs, his breath hot on your folds. he kissed your inner thighs before his tongue flicked out, lapping at your clit with slow deliberate strokes. you arched, moaning loudly as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, his slender fingers parting the lips to delve inside, curling against that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.

suguru claimed your mouth next, slower than zuko, more teasing, his tongue exploring while you tasted cigarette smoke on him. one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the nipple.

it was overwhelming, it was overload—too much and not enough all at once. jinshi devouring your pussy, tongue thrusting in and out while he hummed vibrations against you sending jolts everywhere; zuko’s teeth grazing your neck and shoulder as he pinched your aching nipple and his hardening cock against your hip through his boxers; suguru’s hand squeezing your other breast and  slapped hard. you moaned into suguru’s mouth, hips bucking, slick coating as your walls clenched. 

“she’s so wet already,” jinshi murmured, pulling back to see his fingers glistening with your slick on them. he stripped fully, his cock springing free—long and pinky. zuko followed, shoving his boxers down to reveal his thick veiny length, already leaking in pre-cum. “so ready for us.” suguru stood, shredding the rest, his impressive size made your mouth water. 

they maneuvered you onto your hands and knees, sinking on the couch. zuko positioned himself at your front. 

“say ah,” you obeyed, taking his cock into your mouth fully. the salty taste flooded your senses as you sucked, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down, hollowing your cheeks. he groaned, fingers tangling in your hair, guiding the pace.

behind you, jinshi rubbed his cock along your soaked slit, teasing your entrance before thrusting in deep with one smooth motion. you cried out around zuko's length, the stretch burning deliciously as jinshi filled you, his hips snapping forward to bury himself to the hilt. he fucked you steadily, each plunge hitting deep, his hands gripping your ass cheeks, spreading them to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

every movement sent ripples through you—zuko at your mouth, jinshi deep behind you, suguru standing close enough that his palm slid slowly down your spine as he watched you come apart piece by piece.

“you look so pretty like this,” suguru said softly. “taking everything. your knees trembled against the couch cushions.

and he still hadn’t touched you yet.

suguru stepped behind jinshi, one hand sliding over the curve of your spine. his palm came down sharply on your ass and slapped, the sting making your cunt clench tighter around jinshi’s cock. jinshi hissed at the sudden squeeze, fingers digging into your hips. 

“fuck,” he breathed, thrusts losing their measured elegance as he began pounding harder, faster, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. each snap of his hips shoved you further onto zuko’s length. 

zuko groaned deeply, holding your jaw steady as you gagged around him. saliva dripped down your chin, coating the base of his cock as you struggled to keep pace. “that’s it, princess,” he rasped, tugging your hair to make you look up at him. “such a pretty mouth.”

your body trembled from every direction—mouth stretched full, pussy relentlessly filled, skin burning where suguru’s hands roamed. he kneaded your ass, then slid two fingers down to where jinshi was fucking into you, collecting the slick that spilled around him. he pressed those fingers to your clit in slow circles.

you nearly screamed.

the added pleasure hit like lightning through your spine. your thighs shook, mouth slipping off zuko’s cock with a wet pop as you cried out openly now. zuko cursed, stroking himself fast at the sight of your ruined expression.

“she’s close,” jinshi said, breathless now, sweat dampening his hair as his hips slammed harder. “can feel her.” suguru smiled against your neck before biting down just enough to make you gasp. “then let her.”

his fingers worked your clit faster, cruel and precise, while jinshi drove into you without mercy. the couch creaked beneath the force of it, your moans turning ragged, helpless. zuko gripped your chin and smeared pre-cum across your lips before pushing two fingers into your mouth. “suck.” you obeyed automatically, eyes wet, body shaking as pressure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

then it snapped.

your orgasm tore through you violently. you cried out around his fingers, walls fluttering wildly around jinshi’s cock as your whole body convulsed. slick ran down your thighs, soaking the couch beneath you while you shook in their hands.

“there she is,” suguru murmured, voice dark with satisfaction.

jinshi groaned at the pulsing grip of your cunt, thrusting through your climax with desperate, uneven strokes. zuko jerked himself faster at your face, at the tears in your eyes, at the way your lips stayed parted in broken moans.

your body still quivered from the aftershocks, slick coating your thighs and the couch beneath you. jinshi pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with your release, a low groan escaping him as he stepped back. he wrapped a hand around his shaft, stroking lazily while his eyes raked over you, watching the way your chest heaved and your lips parted in ragged breaths.

none of them looked finished with you. not even close.

zuko withdrew from your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting you to his throbbing length. he cupped your face gently, thumb brushing your swollen lips. "good girl," he murmured, voice husky. "but we're not done yet."

suguru's hand left your clit, slick fingers trailing up your back as he positioned himself behind you. he pressed his body against yours, his hard cock nudging between your ass cheeks. "turn her around," he said to zuko, his tone commanding yet laced with hunger.

zuko nodded, helping you shift on the couch. they maneuvered you onto your back first, but suguru shook his head. "on your side. i want to see her face when i take her ass."

your heart pounded as they arranged you on your side, one leg lifted and hooked over zuko's hip. zuko knelt in front, his cock brushing your inner thigh as he aligned himself with your dripping pussy. suguru settled behind, his fingers spreading lube—grabbed from nearby—over your tight hole, working one digit in slowly to prepare you.

"relax for me," suguru whispered against your ear, his free hand stroking your hip. he added a second finger, scissoring gently, the stretch making you whimper. your body, still sensitive from the previous climax, responded eagerly, muscles loosening under his touch.

jinshi stood a few feet away, his fist pumping his cock in steady rhythm, eyes locked on the scene. "fuck, she's gorgeous like this," he said, voice rough. "all spread out for you two."

zuko pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching your pussy with ease, your walls welcoming him after jinshi's earlier pounding. he sank in deep, bottoming out with a grunt, filling you completely. "so tight," he growled, holding still to let you adjust.

suguru timed it perfectly, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. he pressed the tip against your ass, pushing past the ring of muscle inch by inch. the dual sensation hits you like a wave—zuko's thick length in your pussy, suguru's invading your ass, both stretching you to your limits. you gasped, fingers clutching zuko's shoulders, nails digging in as the burn turned to pleasure.

"that's our girl, take us both," suguru breathed, his hips flush against your ass once he was fully seated. they began to move, finding a rhythm—zuko thrusting in as suguru pulled out, then switching, their cocks sliding against each other through the thin barrier inside you.

every plunge sent shocks through your core, the friction building impossibly fast. your pussy clenched around zuko, ass gripping suguru, the fullness overwhelming. moans spilled from your lips unbidden, body rocking between them.

jinshi's strokes quickened, his breaths coming in sharp bursts as he watched. precum beaded at his tip, slicking his hand. "look at her," he rasped. "stuffed full, taking it like she was made for this."

suguru's hand snaked around to pinch your nipple, rolling it between his fingers while he fucked your ass harder, the slap of skin echoing. zuko captured your mouth in a messy kiss, tongue tangling with yours as he drove deeper, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids.

the pressure mounted again, your body trapped in the best kind of vise. you broke the kiss to cry out, "m-more…please—"

jinshi couldn't hold back any longer. he stepped closer, cock in hand, and tilted your head toward him. "open up," he demanded softly.

you parted your lips eagerly, tongue flicking out to lap at his tip before he guided himself in. the taste of your own arousal on him mingled with his saltiness as you sucked, hollowing your cheeks. he threaded fingers through your hair, holding you steady while zuko and suguru continued their relentless pace.

now you were surrounded completely,

zuko pounding your pussy, suguru claiming your ass, jinshi fucking your mouth all with deep thrusts. your body jolted with each movement, throat working around jinshi's length, gagging softly when he pushed deeper.

suguru's free hand dipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing in firm circles that matched their thrusts. the added stimulation shattered you. your orgasm built like a storm, crashing over you without warning. you screamed around jinshi's cock, vibrations making him hiss, your walls spasming around zuko and suguru in waves.

they didn't stop, drawing out your release until you were a trembling mess, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity. jinshi pulled back slightly, letting you gasp for air before sliding back in, his own climax approaching as he watched you unravel.

"come for us again," zuko urged, his voice strained, hips snapping erratically. suguru echoed him with a low moan, his cock twitching inside your ass.

the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, your muffled cries, their grunts of pleasure. jinshi's hand tightened in your hair as he chased his peak, spilling hot down your throat moments later, forcing you to swallow every drop.

zuko's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling inside your pussy as he chased his release. "fuck, i'm close," he groaned, fingers digging into your thigh where it hooked over his hip. suguru matched him, pounding into your ass with short, sharp snaps, his breath hot against your neck. "me too—gonna fill you up," he rasped, one hand still circling your clit to keep the aftershocks rippling through you.

the dual friction pushed them over the edge almost simultaneously. zuko came first, burying himself deep with a guttural moan, hot spurts flooding your pussy. the sensation triggered suguru, who slammed home one last time, his cock pulsing as he emptied into your ass, ropes of cum coating your insides. you whimpered at the warmth spreading through you, body clenching around them in response, milking every drop.

they held still for a moment, all three of you panting, sweat-slicked skin sticking together. zuko pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your lips, tender and lingering. suguru nuzzled your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist from behind, holding you close as he softened inside you.

slowly, they eased out, careful not to overwhelm your sensitive body. a trickle of their combined releases leaked from you, but zuko was quick to grab a nearby throw blanket, draping it over your lower half while murmuring, "easy there. we've got you."

jinshi, now recovered, knelt beside the couch, brushing damp hair from your face. "you were incredible," he said softly, his voice full of warmth. he leaned in to kiss your cheek, then helped suguru and zuko shift you into a more comfortable position—propped against pillows, legs untangled.

suguru fetched warm cloths from the bathroom, returning to gently clean you up, his touches feather-light on your thighs and between your legs. "does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, concern etching his features as he wiped away the evidence of your passion.

you shook your head, a shy smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion. "no... it was perfect."

zuko chuckled, settling on one side of you, pulling you into his chest. his hand stroked your arm in lazy circles. "you're perfect," he corrected, pressing another kiss to your temple.

jinshi joined on your other side, his fingers intertwining with yours. suguru finished cleaning and slid in behind you again, this time just to cuddle, his chest warm against your back. the four of you tangled together on the couch, a pile of limbs and soft breaths.

"game night was... eventful," jinshi teased lightly, earning a laugh from suguru.

"best one yet," zuko agreed, his voice muffled against your hair.

“let’s do this more often.” you said and the three men chuckled, snuggling around you into their embrace. whispering praises and promises as you drifted off to slumber. 

could not stop thinking about them and decided to contribute to society (and for my sanity) art credit: @ suaayen