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— CLOSER TO GOD

ENTRY #009 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GETO SUGURU + POWER PLAY

— where one person takes on the role of dominant, and the other submissive.

• pairing: geto suguru x chubby reader

• content warnings: begging, doggystyle, talks about being a god, hints of breeding kink, orgasm denial.

closer you are to him than anybody else in his family — a luxury than anyone could afford. you are still be reminded of your position — beneath him.

maybe you've forgotten your place and it's his responsibility to put you back.

you're part of his little family. the others who joined him supporting him of his ambition and the one who he had saved from damnation. you came from the latter. with nothing in your name but with your technique you were perfect for him. that's why you walked by his side through the line of people bow their heads for him.

in slow footsteps where you're also bowing to him. out of respect. devotion. you were close enough to be equal to him and yet, you worship him. his family shouldn't worship him and see him as someone who can they trust and that's enough but seeing you being meek and hanging on his words. he could be so weak.

that's why he's a slave to your touches. that your eyes would be only for him. stare right at you where your eyes would glimmer with hope and desire for him. your laughter it would be only for him to hear. your body is made for his hands. for him to touch. for him to mold in his own. and with this — gods should never fall lower to mere mortals. gods are made to listen to mortals and grant them with their pleas as they see fit not the other way around.

“g—geto-sama.” you call out to him. your voice a little unsure like you were still finding it — similar to a puppy who is yet to learn to howl.

you stand in front of him. looking at him with curiousness. the effect you have on him. if he was a man who is weak-willed, he had crumbled long ago. he still had to establish the hierarchy in this position. he is the one to guide, to create the right world for someone like you.

his gaze is indifferent. maybe there's an adoration on it but he didn't let it show to you. after all you're beneath him and it would always be.

he hums. responding to your call of his name. his sight raking all over you and you were beautiful like you were made for him. he can make out what your body like is under that kimono you were wearing.

intricate patterns are embroidered, with colors of the sun and greeneries woven in the fabric. silk. fitting for someone like you, with him.

there's imperfections under that clothing but it has nothing to do when being ravished by him. it's all for him to see and no one else.

“strip.” he orders with no hesitation. his voice gravelly low, sending sparks to your stomach and you complied. knowing that you can't defy his wishes.

your fingers trembles as you fumble over the laces of your kimono. letting out a shaky breath. your hands tugging at the knot of your obi and then it falls in the ground like a feather. grasping the collars and slipping out of them. it brushes on your bare shoulders and it ends up in your shoulders with your collarbone exposed and you stopped for a moment.

there's hesitation in there when you've stopped in the middle. are you still shy around him. had he ravaged you not enough to feel uncomfortable in your skin and the disobedience. he made his orders clear and with the defiance, consequences are to follow.

he leans down into you. his cheek touching yours and you can feel his warm breath grazing the skin of your bare shoulder. his hand wandering to your back until it tugs to your kimono leaving it to pool at your ankles.

“it's easy.” he tells you and there's a unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “i've spoilt you for too long.” the back of his hand brushing your cheeks and his lips dangerously close and you thought he's going to kiss you and the disappointment in your face. it was one of satisfaction for him.

he could be so mean. dark and brooding. he knows what he want and what he want right now is you begging. watch as you tried to reach out to him. your eyes turning glossy with the cries coming from your plump lips.

“please, geto-sama.” there's a tremble in your voice. he can hear you sniffle with your mouth muffled by the pillows below you. laying in your stomach while your ass is raised for him to do whatever he please.

his gojoseya is already discarded with his muscles for him to display and it's such a shame you can't ogle your eyes on them. you've indulge in them for so long and with the previous marks and scratches are already healing and the fault lies in him. he had let you do whatever you pleased to him and it's his responsibility to put you back. know that he's still in control with you.

calloused hands travels to your back and to your ass cheeks. admiring the rolls adorning your back and to your cellulite in your cheeks before a giving it a sharp slap making the part jiggle and he admires it like a piece of art. “geto-sama, please.” you begged once again and he scowls. “what did i tell you?” he says, giving your ass a another slap. gripping the sheets tighter as you gritted your teeth to endure the stinging pain. “that i should keep quiet. 'm sorry.” you almost sob.

“you're never sorry...” he says. his sight darting to your pussy that is soaking wet that your slick is gathering around your hole. “and what's this? you're dripping wet from just being spanked. filthy girl.” he added. his tone so condescending but there's amusement in them. “perhaps, i'll just leave you like this.” he taunts and you cried.

“no, no, no—please geto-sama. i'll be a good girl. please let me cum. let me make you feel good.” looking behind you with tears threatening to spill. scared of being denied release. “very well.”

he climbs behind you. a silent curse leaving his mouth as he finally sheathed his cock inside your warm walls. holding your hips making sure he's deep inside you before moving his hands to your bare shoulder and to the back of your hands intertwining with his and he begins to move his hips.

your body bounces — every part of your body moves from the way he is thrusting deep inside you. he presses his palms to the back of your hand. grasping it making it impossible for you to move while his whole weight is pressed against you. his lips nibbling your ears and you take it. you've always let him used you. offered yourself for him to use it however it pleases. you owed him your life and to lay with such man, with geto suguru is using all the luck in your life to be with him.

“'so good, geto-sama...” you moaned out. almost biting the pillows just to muffle the whines while he pounds behind you. fat of your ass hitting his pelvic regions and he almost hisses from the tightness of your pussy. so tight and right that you don't want to let him go and you will stay be his side forever.

“of course it is. i'm the only one who can make you feel this good.” he whispers. holding your jaw in his hand roughly. squishing the flesh around there. “yes! only you who could make me feel this good, geto-sama.” you slurred out, drool escaping from the corner of your lips from how good he is.

he continued his movements, making sure it's rough and deep. then a thought came into his mind. he could just give you his child. he knows you're more than capable of it. seeing how you take good care of the twins. he can just give you on his own and fuck, it just made his dick twitch.

“—close, geto-sama. 'm close...” you tell him and you didn't need to tell him. just a little more. grasping your jaw and forcing it to the side for you to meet his lips. pulling you into a deep kiss with his tongue exploring your inside. when you were close to your own release, his hips stutters from his rough pounding and there's a cry coming from you. he smirks from the kiss before getting back into it again.

he's so close too and with a final thrusts he spilled himself deep inside you. your orgasm following suit and there's a loud moan coming from you.

soft pants comes in slow breaths while you recover from the bliss bestowed to you. your body shivers and he doesn't move. feeling the softness of your body around him and he's right. always right. you're much suited under him where he can deny and bring you of bliss whatever he wants. playing with his soft, obedient little toy.

“i love you geto-sama.” you muttered in between breaths and tears. he doesn't say it back. it's clear you know it and gods don't voice our their answers only showing it in another way and he had already given it you.

he remains sheathed inside you before moving again. he could just give blessings after blessings. him closer to being a god and you a mortal is the only one who can receive it coming from. you're most loyal devotee after all ,but before that he must thoroughly ensure that you'll be put in your rightful place — beneath him.

geto suguru splurging the large amount of donations for your kimonos. how nasty and ungrateful of him for the donors but it's well spent and there's no guilt about considering they are monkeys who have money and it's better to use it for you.

he loves how fitted the kimonos are adorning to your plush body. it's like they are second skin to you from how comfortable it was. always the best for you. commissioning artisans whose crafts are honed for a long time with hands that are made for creating that piece of clothing. sewing intricate patters with embroidery attached with stories to suit your style and his tastes. it takes months to complete but it only takes for a second for him to rip it from your body.

not even being able to feel an ounce of guilt despite the time it took to create and the pout in your face for wasting such piece of art. he only shushes you with a kiss. saying that he can commission again from those artisans to create you new ones.

cause no matter how expensive you wear, it's nothing how much you look better naked for him. your delectable body for him to taste while he slowly removes his gojo-kesa.

“it's not a waste nor to be given any attention of. you look better naked, my love.” he would assure you. dipping for a kiss. his large hands caressing your supple body. pinching and kneading the exposed flesh while he spreads your chunky legs and only to reveal what he's been dying to taste. your fat cunt, slick and warm for him to lick and drill his cock in between them.

money's not a problem for him. really. not when there's a lot of monkeys with money at his disposal. they're useless and a waste of space and reek of filth so what's better is he's putting them for a use while he spoils you rotten.