SILICONE | painter!getou drabble.
you just couldn't wait until he got home, huh?
AUTHOR'S WORDS – ima be so real wit yall. but i am high as a mf rn LMFAOAAOAOLA and i noticed we hit over 200+ notes on my headcanons...i love yall !!! in celebration of that, i present to you a drabble that i have came up with from the deep depths of my mind sooooo pls enjoy...and ima go back to seein the stars ! amen
"I was gone for only 30 minutes, love. You couldn't wait that long?"
The sight was jaw-dropping. There was you, your nude figure sprawled out on the plush crimson lounge chair located in the living room, fucking yourself senseless with a pink dildo you hoped you didn't have to use again ever since being with Getou. And then there was him, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, staring and calculating your every movement. You suddenly stopped and closed your thighs in embarrassment, a yelp escaping your lips as you pulled the dildo out.
"S-Suguru..! Baby..! I-I can expla-"
"Ah ah. No need." He sat his laptog bag down and unbuttoned the two first buttons on his dress shirt. "It was 30 minutes, baby. I said I'd take care of you when I got home."
You could bear to look at him in his eyes. You looked down at your lap as you spoke. "I-I just... couldn't he-"
You were interrupted by a snap of his fingers, your head popping up to face him, his face softening from a stern expression to a sly smile. "Better. Now, what was that, baby?"
The control he had over you was something dangerous. Your voice was shaky and erratic, nervous saliva forming as the seconds went by. Why were you so scared? "I..I was just...I couldn't help it.."
He walked around the chair to be stood right in front of you, causing you to crane your neck to face him. His calloused painter hands rested on your cheeks, the warmth they carried transferring onto your plump skin. "I'm not mad, y'know. I'm just wondering why you couldn't just wait, baby."
His touch carried a sense of kindness behind its devilish intentions. You melted into his touch, his cologne filling your nose.
He took your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger as he leaned in closer to your face. Grazing his soft lips against yours, he moved towards your ear, smirking against your earlobe.
"You know damn well I can fuck you better than silicone could ever achieve. Is the fact that I've left you shaking and breathless against every single surface of this apartment not enough proof that I keep my word?"
You shook with every word he softly whispered into your ear. How could he remain so composed while speaking on such a vulgar topic? He's told you several times how he's fucked you in every square inch of this apartment with only a smile and a gentle tone; why are you surprised anymore? He's bent you over and demolished your cunt over your bedroom windowsill with your head popping out for everyone to hear, for God's sake.
His hand snaked its way down towards your aching clit, rubbing circles with only his thumb. He slowly inserted two fingers into your soaking pussy, making you fall limp to his touch. He was skilled; he knew where your spot was, and oh did he locate it quickly. You whimpered, squirmed and gripped the headboard of the lounge chair in desperation, Getou's head still grazing against your ear as you arched.
"Can silicone make you sound like that?"
"Mm mn..."
He sarcastically seethed his teeth. "Ooh, sorry, baby, can't hear you."
You attempted to choke out an audible response. "N-no..."
"Interesting. Didn't think it did." He starts to curl and thrust his fingers simultaneously in your cunt, sending you into a spiral. You couldn't help but squirm and shake more, your moans and indistinguishable pleads filling the silent void of the living room.
