In My Geto Era - Tumblr Posts

— RELINQUISH | geto x fem!reader

-> synopsis: it's late and sleep eludes him as he lays beside you

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, smut, dubcon, somnophilia, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie, possessive geto, praise

-> wc: 1.8k

-> a/n: idk if i got the tags right or not so if i missed something pls let me know xx

The room is quiet, save for the monotonous hum of the air conditioner and your deep breathing beside him. It’s dark too, the curtains shut tight to block out the light from the moon and streetlamps, but Geto can still make out the outline of your body next to his. His hand rests loosely over your stomach, thumb stroking absently at the exposed skin of your midriff where your tank top has ridden up. You’re so warm under his palm, so soft and delicate. 

If he wanted to, he could break you, shatter you like glass and leave the broken pieces laying on the carpet. He could call someone to sweep you under the bed to rot and be forgotten, and continue living without batting an eye. You’re foolish, he thinks. For lying here beside him, so weak and vulnerable. Like a bunny sleeping beside a wolf in his den, naive to the danger he presents to you, ignorant to those sharp, deadly teeth and claws that could rip you to shreds. 

If he wanted to, he could.

But he won’t.

Geto wonders when things changed. When did you stop being his little marionette doll? Who clipped your strings? He doesn’t have to search very far to learn the answer. The scissors are in one hand, the frayed strings in his other. Because somewhere along the way, the strings began to look like a noose, wrapping tighter around your throat with each passing day, each time he thrust you out there for his sake. And he could bear it no longer. The sight of your skin bulging around it, the indentations that would no doubt be left behind - it didn’t sit well in his chest. 

Now here he lies, sharing a bed with you because he wants to, not because he needs to. Soaking up your warmth because his fingers are always so icy when you’re not around. Touching you, like a lover, because it fills that hollowness in his heart that has been his companion for far too long, however temporarily.

Shuffling closer, he presses against you, his front to you back, his hold on you tightening as his heart thumps steadily against the ridges of your spine. You smell like shampoo and fabric softener, clean and comforting in a way that should lull him to sleep. But Geto can’t sleep tonight. Not when his cock is so stiff in his boxers, trapped against the curve of your ass where he curls himself around you. It throbs in sync with his heart, a steady pulsing that he can’t ignore, no matter how hard he tries. 

And then, you mumble something in your sleep, moan softly and turn over in his hold, coming face to face with him. Your leg falls over his thighs as you shift, an arm draping over him, as if you know exactly where he is, even in slumber. Something pitter-patters in his chest, affection seeping between his ribs against his will as you embrace him. Up close, he can just about make out the soft sweep of your lashes in the dark, every breath you take fogging his bare skin with gentle heat. 

Geto shifts to make himself more comfortable, inhaling sharply when your core presses against him. The nights are starting to get warmer, so he can’t really blame you for wearing so little to bed, but he’s paying for his lenience now as your pussy throbs against his erection, hot even through the thin fabric of your underwear. How can he resist, when you look and feel so delectable like this?

Before he can stop himself, he slips his hand between your thighs, running the tips of his fingers lightly over your clothed cunt, a hushed curse falling past his lips when he finds the material damp and sticky. The evening must have left you wanting, but since being with him like this is still new to you, you kept your pretty little mouth shut. Poor thing, he thinks. That’s why you wore that to bed. I should’ve known.

No matter. He can take care of you now.

Long fingers apply more pressure, focusing at your clit as you continue to dream, fresh arousal steadily soaking the gusset of your panties as your body responds to his touch. It sticks to his skin as he glides them over your covered hole, fluttering under his touch like you’re just waiting to envelope his thick length. 

Sliding your underwear aside, he touches your dewy skin, spreading your lower lips and daringly dipping a finger inside, holding back his groan when he feels how feverishly warm your pussy is. He keeps his eyes on your sleeping face, your brows knitting together slightly at the intrusion, but you offer no other reaction. You look so innocent and sweet like this. 

Slowly, shallowly, he thrusts into you with one finger, dipping it in up to the first joint, sliding it in further when you sigh softly. Gradually, he begins to test the waters by adding another. The addition makes you whine a little, tightening your leg around him and unknowingly opening yourself up further for him as he shushes you gently, pressing a soothing kiss to your temple. Arousal dribbles down his fingers as he carefully works you open, copiously coating them and sliding between his knuckles. His cock is painfully hard now, leaking precum from the tip and soiling his own underwear, hardly able to wait any longer.

“You’ll let me put it in, won’t you? I want to feel you,” he whispers, listening to you pant softly as your hips squirm this way and that, your muscles flexing around his fingers every time he crooks them just right. You’re so responsive, even when you’re not awake. A tiny whimper escapes you and he can’t resist kissing it away, his lips tender and feathery on yours. “Is that a yes?”

You groan softly, breathing his name like a plea and that’s all he needs. “I thought so,” he coos softly, freeing his cock from his boxers. “You could never deny me.” He exhales quietly as he runs the head of his cock through your wet folds, relishing in how your slick smears over his skin, muddling with his precum. “Because you love me so much- fuck.” 

Finally, he presses into you, letting your snug pussy swallow him, silken walls wrapping around his girth like they were made to. Geto holds you close, angling his hips up to press deeper and feel more of you. God, you’re just so warm, so tight, so good to him that he just can’t bear to keep still. He planned to just stay like this but how can he when you hug him so perfectly. He ignores the fact that you’re starting to stir, eyes flickering open, a tired, confused whine falling past your lips and kissing his throat. You sound so cute like this, and it goes straight to his dick, hips grinding into you encourage some friction.

“Suguru?” you mumble. “What are you-” your slurred question gets cut off by a gasp as he draws back and thrusts into you, nudging at the spongey, sensitive spot tucked away inside you. Geto’s hands grip your hips firmly, blunt fingers pushing into the soft flesh as he fucks you with purpose now that you’re awake, drunk on how your cunt clings to him. He usually has more discipline than this, but he can’t help how hungry he is for you right now. Shushing you gently, he leans forwards and offers you another kiss to relax you. “Just take it like you always do. Be a good girl for me.”

You’re still disoriented, but you raise your leg up to offer him better access, holding onto the back of your knee to keep it steady. The angle is a little awkward but he doesn’t really care. All he cares about right now is relieving the ache building in his balls and filling you up the way he should have before you fell asleep. 

“Suguru- can’t-” you whine, struggling to keep your leg suspended like this, the growing stiffness in your muscles becoming difficult to ignore.

“Let go,” he murmurs, covering your hand with his and pushing you onto your back. The slide of his cock slows down but doesn’t stop as he readjusts you both, letting you wind your legs around his narrow hips and as his forearms bracket your head. Each roll of his hips is deep, stealing your breath and making you choke on every single sound that escapes you. He dips down to kiss you, groaning deep into your mouth as your tongue seeks his, clenching around him when he sucks on it. “Look at you,” he pants as he pulls away, a string of saliva bridging your lips together. Dragging a hand down your body, he finds where you both come together. “Always so ready to please me.”

“More. Want more.”

“Greedy.”

Clever fingers swipe at your clit as he fucks you harder, hips snapping into yours as he pushes you quickly towards your peak. He knows your body all too well by now, and he knows exactly what it takes to get you to spasm around his cock. His own end is fast approaching  too, and it’s not long before you’re clamping down on him and chanting his name like it’s the only word you’ve ever known. As he fucks you through it, he tips over the edge as well, groaning into your neck and cumming deep inside you. His hips slow, cock twitching as you milk him for every last drop.

Sweaty and spent, Geto rolls you both onto your sides so that you’re back where you began, his cock still buried deep inside you as it softens. He brushes your hair back, as your eyes flutter shut, leaning into his touch like a flower seeking sunlight. “What brought that on?” you hum tiredly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” admits with a sigh.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You,” he says truthfully.

“Me?”

“Yes,” he chuckles. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“A little.” Always so honest. “What about me were you thinking about?”

He runs his hand up and down your back, letting you snuggle closer to his chest. “Everything,” he says after a moment. “How far you’ve come. How much you’ve changed. How much I’ve changed because of you.”

“What sort of changes? Are they good or bad?” That’s one of them, he thinks to himself. You never used to ask this many questions - you’ve grown a lot bolder.

“Always so curious,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sleep. It’s late. We can talk in the morning.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first.” 

“Do you have to?”

“Yes,” you yawn and he reluctantly lets you carefully detangle yourself from him, hissing a little when he pulls out. “I’ll be quick, promise.” You look at him over your shoulder as you stand to leave. “Just so you know Suguru, I wouldn’t mind if you did that again.”

He smirks, reaching out to teasingly swat at your ass. “I know, darling. That’s why you’re mine.”