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⊹ tags. (really messy) male masturbation, spit, weed, fem!reader, fantasized blowjob.
Geto enjoys doing that— tease himself. Touching it, spitting on it, slapping his boner against his belly or against his palm and making the tip of his cock so red that it makes him sob. He doesn’t use toys because he likes to watch and feel himself being driven to a point where he can’t stand it: just him and his imagination. He enjoys making it a sticky, messy mess. Massaging his balls and purposely ignoring his shaft until his toes curl up and he gets to almost reach that sweet high.
Geto has his phone trapped between four fingers and with his thumb he slides your pics from bottom to top. With a joint that’s about to die between his fingers: baggy gray pants hug his wide hips and blatantly mark how hard he is, the occasional wet droplet manages to get through the fabric and into the light.
A hand reaching down to the erection he has been teasing all day, sneaks through the elastic and as soon as he feels some of the heat emanating from his palm he hisses, throwing his head back.
He can clearly see you kneeling in front of him —your lips swollen and your hair tousled— sucking his nice, veiny cock. Your freshly manicured fingernails on his thighs, your water-filled eyes watching him from below as you try to get to where the swirl of short curls begins.
“You want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?” Eagerly you nod without taking it out of your mouth. “Or would you like me to do it on your face?” The sounds you create every time you bob your head up and down mimic the sounds your sloppy pussy would make if he were fucking you on all fours or if you were riding him.
The joint remains somewhere on his feet. His muscles tense and his back arches. Geto imagines how pretty you would look sticking your tongue out and him hitting it over and over with his heavy dick, you smiling at the act of being used by him: always so obedient, so willing to fucking please him.
Geto usually cums silently, between grunts, gritted teeth and dozens of “take it”. He spreads his legs wider to give you the space your body would need if you were really there. His clenched fist mimics as best he can your warmth and as the splash of saliva and precum stands out against the setting sun, Suguru cums all over his made-up fuck toy praising a non-existent you, telling you how good you’ve been and asking you to show him your mouth when you’ve swallowed it.
He then proceeds to unlock his phone and ask his best friend —you— what your plans are for later. There’s a bitter ink of guilt on his tongue, but as soon as you send him a cute picture sticking your tongue out and showing him how those new shorts you bought look on you he soon forgets about it.