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wisecura · 6 months

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pretty p.6 w.2500

Geto x reader

You're Gojo's cute little sister.

gotta lil carried away with this one

tw: underage, NSFW, masturbation, naughty words, manipulation, minors DNI,

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p.1 p.5 - p.7

When you and Satoru were little, you rarely ever fought. The most you argued about would be him taking the last snack out of your snack stash. Usually you saved your most favorite snack for last. So that left his stealing only your most favorite. Satoru would argue that he's the one who bought them in the first place, therefore he got dibs on any of the snacks you had. You would sulk, pout, and ignore him for days on end. But all this conflict would resolve with Satoru buying you your favorite snack as a makeup gift.

Until recently, you’ve never truly fought with Satoru, much less anyone else.

Which is why you thought it was hard to tell whether or not you and Suguru were truly fighting right now. You lay back on your bed, pondering the meaning of life. You’d only just gotten home from your makeout session with him and the second you both left the tavern, he hadn't said a word to you.

Now to be fair, you hadn't said anything to him either, shocked that he made that kind of move on you. You wouldn't be surprised if he told you to just forget about it and act like it never even happened. And, honestly, if it meant that you wouldn't have to live in awkward silence, or have Suguru ignoring you, you’d do it in a heartbeat. He hadn't made eye contact with you the whole way home.

With the way he was acting, you felt like you’d made a mistake somewhere. But shouldn't he be the one apologizing?

You stare at the ceiling in your room, ignoring the shuffling coming through the wall next door. He had gone straight to his room too. You drifted off into sleep.

The next morning was similar to the previous. Except now you felt like shit. You couldn't be hung over, but you definitely didn't drink any water yesterday. The smell of tasty food wafted through the air and you couldn't help but be reminded of your interaction with Suguru. Groaning, you rolled out of bed. Where was Satoru to cut the tension when he was actually needed?

You made your way to the kitchen, finding yourself face to face with Suguru once again in that damn apron.

“G’morning,” You grumbled, plopping yourself down on the stool, plate already on your placemat. You began scarfing it down at such a fast pace. He turned and smiled at you. “Good morning, doll,”

The nickname had you choking on your food, as you looked up to him red in the face. He seemed to be making fun of you, and in all honesty, he kinda was. You chose to look down and continue eating the food, not rising to the occasion today.

He returned to his cooking, and once he was sure you weren't going to say anything he called out. “I was thinking we could try going to the beach today. It looks like it’ll be really nice out,”

So was he choosing to ignore last night? Did he even remember it? He hadn't hinted to it at all.

“Okay, sounds fun.”

Clad in your favorite bathing suit, you ran into the water. Suguru opted to lay under the umbrella, content with the book he was reading.

You'd been there a while. You were hunting for sea creatures, when you heard someone calling out to you.

“Hey!” You looked around, attempting to find the voice calling to you. You made eye contact with a boy close to your age, waving at you. “Oh,” Your face contorted into one of slight confusion, mouth in a cute ‘O’ shape. “Me?” You said pointing at yourself.

He closed some of the distance, coming within two feet of you. He was panting from his jog through the water to you, yet a smile remained etched onto his face. He was resting his hands on his knees, hunched over. He likea puppy! How cute~ you thought.

Smile ever present on your face, you asked him what he needed.

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out. My friends left early, but I really didn't want to leave. O-Oh but my name is Sousuke.” He mumbled out, blush present on his face, but you felt eyes on the back of your head. You couldn't help but look over to Suguru, who seemed to be glaring at you. This had to be the first time you’ve seen him glare like that. What's he so angry about?

You look back at Sousuke and try to calmly smile, ignoring Suguru’s crushing gaze. You told him your name and said you were also here with someone, pointing over your shoulder at Suguru. You didn't bother turning around, but Sousuke looked behind you. He seemed to do a full body shudder as he politely smiled and tried to excuse himself. “A-ah I’m sorry, I didn't know you came with your boyfriend.”

“Oh I didn't. He’s just one of my friends. He’s really nice once you get to know him.” You tried to stop him from running off, but Sousuke excused himself. You turned to shoot a glare right back at Suguru and marched your way back to him.

“Now what crawled up your ass and died?” You angrily bit out. His glare had faded somewhat on your trec to him, but he still seemed a little peeved.

“Y’know your brother wouldn't appreciate you going around talking to random boys at the beach like that.”

“Last I checked he wasn't here.” Which wasn't what you wanted to say. You wanted to repeat what you said the night before. Satoru isn't the boss of you. But the words wouldn't come out.

He seemed to remember that conversation too, not that he would say anything about it. Right now, he just wanted to take you back to the house to avoid the unwanted eyes you seemed to attract. He couldn't lie and say he wasn't staring at you either. Your bathing suit left little to the imagination and he couldn't stop his thoughts from imaging you in a similar position he had you in last night.

He’d have to use his words carefully, both avoiding a fight similar to the one you had with Satoru, and avoiding your resentment towards him. He didn't want you in a bad mood for the rest of the week that he had you.

“Do you wanna go to the new Okashi-ya?” You stopped dead in your tracks. Face devoid of the anger you had a second ago. Your eyes lit up in pure excitement, forgetting your previous argument.

“Really?”

He wasn't lying. You walked around the sweets shop, eying everything with stars in your eyes. You roamed the isles, pointing at anything and everything that caught your interest. Suguru dutifully followed you down each aisle, holding your items, smiling warmly as you went. He looked down at you with such fondness, and if you hadn't been too busy touching everything you saw, you may have noticed.

By the time you left the shop, night had already set in. You strolled the street next to your towering friend, with a sweets bag in your hand. You were snacking on a sucker when he finally spoke to you.

“I don’t want to see you getting hurt by some random boy.” His words light and docile. They caught you by surprise as you stared at him. He seemed to be evading your gaze. “I would rather you find someone who knows our world, and someone who can protect you.”

His words made you look down, in… embarrassment? shyness? giddiness?

You couldn't place your feelings, but you gave a slight smile nonetheless. It was nice to have someone care for you other than your brother.

“Ok, I think I get it now. Thank you, Suguru.” He looked a little surprised by your words but returned your smile.

But he honestly wasn't that surprised. His words were calculated and driven by his previous interactions between you two. He had a good feeling he knew how you would respond. He didn't want you fucking around with some weak, normal person. But honestly he didn't want you with anyone else for that matter.

He honed in and felt himself fall for your words again and again. The way you said his name was just too sweet. And you were thanking him? For his rude words earlier? You're just too sweet for your own good. If he had been anyone else, he would've taken advantage of this kindness.

“You gonna finish that all by yourself?” He asked, pointing to your sucker. He smirked as he leaned in and pulled it right from your mouth. Your smile disappeared in an instant as he plopped it into his mouth. You jumped to try and steal it back, but the man was too damn tall, only spinning to get out of your reach. He let out a smooth laugh that left you also giggling at the playfulness that he hadn't shown for the last day or so. Suddenly all the tension that had been there had completely vanished, and all was back into place. Square one, you thought.

You went to the kitchen the second you got home, pulling out some ingredients from the fridge to try and cook your favorite stew. Dinner time. Setting everything out on the counter you realized Suguru was sitting at the stool just watching you, head propped against his hand and a lazy smile on his face.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” You made a half-hearted jab. Conversation flowed as you continued cooking.

And of course with the tall giants in your house, the cutting boards were on the top shelf. You found yourself reaching and jumping to gain some leverage, but couldn't reach them. These fuckin’ men always putting things out of re-

Suddenly you felt something very sturdy and hard pressed up against your back. You looked up to see Suguru's arms reach to the top shelf, easily crowding you. You felt your heart rate pick up as a bright blush touched your face. Suguru brought down your cutting board, setting it in front of you, simultaneously wrapping you in his arms- accidentally of course. He stayed for at least 15 seconds before he pulled away and went back to his stool. You remained fixed in place. What was that?

Food was good that night, but you found yourself growing sleepier and sleepier by the second.

“M’ goin’ to bed, Sugu.” You nearly slurred. “M’ stuffed.”

He watched you try to stay awake long enough to go back to your room. You had a long day. He thought you looked so cute fighting off sleep. You found yourself in bed pretty soon after, dozing off.

He made his way back to his room after cleaning up the mess you both made.

He reached his room and shut the door quietly. You would surely be asleep now, right? He stripped to his boxers and sat down on his bed. He layed back and thought long and hard about you.

You with your kind words, your sweet laugh, your exciting personality.

You with your dazzling blue eyes, your stark white hair, your alluring figure.

You with your plush, pouty lips, your pillowy thighs, your bathing suit.

Fuck. He was hard again.

You had to know what you were doing to him. How you were making him feel. Wearing that bathing suit with no cover, talking to that random guy, and having the audacity to act like you were mad that he scared him off.

He rubbed himself through his boxers, panting now at the thought of pulling you away from that dill weed, and bringing you back under the umbrella. Pinning you underneath him, both your wrists chained to the ground by his hand.

Him hovering over you, one of his legs parting yours. He groaned at the thought of what your face would look like at that point. Would you be furious? Turned on? Confused? What he wouldn't do to see that.

Then, when he knew your eyes were on him, he’d rip your lower bathing suit off. Would you complain? Ask him to buy you a new one? Squirm with arousal? Beg for more?

He pulled himself out of his boxers, playing with his slit. Precum coated his fingers and he rubbed himself slowly, squeezing when he reached his tip. He moaned a little louder with each rub, pretending it was you who was rubbing him.

He’d listen to your whining, cooing at you to be a good girl and take what he gave you. He’d make sure you were nice and wet for him before spearing his cock deep into your sloppy cunt. Would that fucker watch how good he made you feel? Would he be too intimidated to approach you after this? Of course. No one would approach you when they knew how he owned you. How you'd already have your pretty little cunt stuffed full of his fat cock.

He’d fuck you stupid. Plain and simple. ‘Til you weren't able to tell him no one could boss you around. ‘Til you knew where you belonged. Maybe he’d fuck you full of his babies. You were so compassionate and caring, he’s sure you’d stay forever if he gave you a true reason to. The thought of you full of his cum, you having his kids, you being his little wife, edged him so much closer.

He was softly calling your name now, basically chanting at this point. He'd be able to fuck you stupid every day. He’d get to hear your pretty little voice begging for his cock, his tongue, his everything as often as he wanted. He finally felt himself snap, thick ropes of hot cum shooting over his stomach. Your name coming from his mouth in a possessive strangled growl. He was panting pretty heavily now.

He calmed down after a minute, grabbing a tissue from his bedside table. He wiped the cum off his stomach, not able to stop the nasty thought of you cleaning up this mess instead. How would your tongue feel gliding over his abs? If he doesn't stop now, he'd be hard again. He opted to lay down, ready to fall asleep. He glanced at the wall separating the two of you, wishing he could drag you to his room.

You laid flat on your back. Eyes wide at the ceiling. Was he finished now? Your heart was racing-had been since you heard the first groan from his mouth. You finally decided it was safe to move, after a few minutes of him finishing. You reached between your legs, finding that your slick had soaked through your fucking panties and onto your bedsheets. Was this even fucking possible? And God. was he moaning your fucking name?

You sighed, opting to silently take care of yourself, then head to bed. You couldn't imagine seein’ his face after hearing all that.

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p.1 p.5 - p.7

#getou suguru x reader #manipulative #possessive #slight yandere #talkin talkin

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