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Rain pattered, racing down the window panes of your best friend's apartment. Lazy eyes followed, numbed by the warm lighting of the excessive amount of candles you had lit, as well as the numbing scent of an unfamiliar cologne. Gojo had gone to a bar with your roommate, Ieri, whilst you house-sat, waiting for him to return. He'd promised you a movie and some food, and stupidly you agreed despite knowing their almost dangerous drinking habits. Neither your roommate nor Gojo could put down their glass after one drink, so it was dull of you to expect them to return at a normal hour. Knowing your finals were approaching, you couldn't convince yourself to join them, and knowing that Gojo's housemate would be working tonight, you didn't see any harm in waiting for him.
When you next checked your phone, it was two am, you knew then that there wouldn't be a movie and there wouldn't be food. Accepting this, you clambered to the kitchen, opened the fridge and helped yourself to one of the many protein yoghurts, there was nothing much else to choose from. While this may have seemed rude, Gojo shamelessly raided your kitchen with each visit, so you deserved this.
While not a fan of the yoghurt, the fumes from the flames and your exhaustion deprived you of any care, allowing you to shovel each spoonful into your mouth. So sloppily in fact that you'd missed your mouth. So brainlessly in fact that you didn't notice the door across the hall creaking open and the tall figure that emerged from it. The only thing that brought you back from your daze was the sweet but woody scent that had overpowered that of vanilla yoghurt and burning wicks.
"Is that mine?" Soft was the voice calling to you from across the counter.
Shocked, your heavy eyes shot open, taking in the man before you. Recognising him from Gojo's lock screen, you knew who he was instantly. This was Geto Suguru, the roommate that you never got to meet. Every time you'd come over, Geto was either working or sleeping, never had the two of you met despite attending the same university and your shared friend circle, everything you'd heard about him came from rumours and Gojo's drunken babbles. You knew he felt strongly for him, and so knew you had nothing to worry about.
What immediately struck you was his scent, the cologne you couldn't recognise earlier clearly belonged to him. Despite the many other scents produced in the room, this was the strongest. It was almost intoxicating, you found yourself taking deeper and longer breaths than usual, savouring and marinating in the aroma. The haze shrouding your tired eyes made it hard to appreciate his appearance, instead, it was his fragrance that hooked you.
"I think that's mine." He repeats, confused by your dumbed-out expression.
"Oh really?... Do you want the rest?" responding sarcastically, you push the almost empty container across the counter.
Geto follows the tub with his eyes, looking down at it in disbelief before chuckling lowly to himself, admiring your confidence. "Are you high?" He asks referencing your almost unnatural behaviour and response to someone you'd just met. Your snarky retorts were something of a habit you had tried to escape, but sometimes, you couldn't help it.
"Sorry?" You reply, feigning offence at his implication. Geto's face is painted with a subtle grin, clearly amused by your attitude.
Picking up the practically empty container, he starts to approach your side of the counter. Paralysed, you followed his path with your eyes. Still confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Spoon." He asks, holding out a hand and waiting expectedly.
With a silent 'oh' you hand him the utensil, expecting him to eat what was left of the dessert. Instead, he scoops up the little that remains and brings it to your lips, tilting his chin up slightly, allowing him to watch your response from above. Too hungry to dismiss him, you opened your mouth, letting him feed you the rest before he turned to throw the container away. "Waiting for Gojo? He should've texted you." Geto sighs, his back turned to you.
"What do you mean?" You ask, leaning your forearms on the counter, silently watching the front door, hoping your friend would return now. While this was far from awkward, you hadn't hoped to meet the infamous roommate in this way. Especially when you'd been caught stealing his food, you felt like you needed Gojo to defend your character at a time like this.
"He's not coming back tonight, apparently he got lucky...if you know what I mean." You can hear the subtle judgement in Geto's voice. From this, you could infer that Geto wasn't the kind for endless partying and one-night stands, which was refreshing when you frequently found yourself surrounded by over-zealous twenty-something-year-olds who couldn't keep it in their pants.
You'd be lying if you said you weren't slightly irritated by the news Geto had given you, but you knew what Gojo was like.
"Oh...well, I guess I should leave then." You huff, standing up straight and stretching your arms above your head.
"No don't, it's alright, you can sleep in Gojo's room if you'd like. Not like he'll be back any time soon."
Laughing beneath your breath, it doesn't take much convincing for you to stay. To be frank, you were enjoying his company, his small talk easily entertained you. Geto and Gojo seemed almost too different to be friends. Frequently, when in a room with Gojo you felt insignificant in the face of his explosive cockiness, in contrast, Geto made you feel like an equal. This was not at all a bad thing, Gojo's ability to light up a room was always refreshing, but with Geto, the simple conversation was almost grounding.
The water from the tap is cut suddenly, Geto had finished cleaning and turned to face you. "I won't be falling asleep any time soon...want to sit with me for a bit? We can watch something?" Geto offered. Despite not knowing who you were, he was exceptionally warm towards you. While you couldn't tell if this was because he had a strong impression of you from your slobbish yoghurt-gobbling stance he'd walked in on, or because he was just pleasant enough to be kind, you were happy your visit wasn't a lonely one.
"Sounds good to me." You smile at him, hoping he'd see you as fondly as you were seeing him.
After drying the spoon and cleaning the counter, he came to join you on the sofa.
"Could've relaxed on the candles...it's a bit overkill." He chuckled, feeling like he was sitting in some kind of protective spiritual circle.
Laughing, you answer "These are all the candles I've bought Gojo as gifts, he'll never use them otherwise." With an expression that implied Geto was less than surprised, he helped you settle on a film, offered you a blanket, and allowed the two of you to relax. It was a cosy atmosphere, despite having just met, the silence was far from uncomfortable. Geto's focused expression was strangely comforting, he seemed unphased by your presence, and as such, you were unbothered by his. As far as first impressions went, you were impressed.
"So, where do you work?"
Breaking the silence, you attempt to make small talk.
"A bookshop on the high street, the one on the corner." He answered abruptly. "You work?"
"No." You reply just as bluntly. While it wasn't awkward before, your humiliating attempt at a conversation certainly embarrassed you.
Soon, you realise the short responses were not your fault, but his, when you notice his engaged expression softening, his eyes drooping and shoulders dropping.
"Geto...maybe you should go to bed." You suggest, cooing at his sleepy expression. Almost as childishly, he shakes his head.
"I'm okay, don't worry." He smiles, facing you with a sweet face. However, his next words did not match his expression. "Why don't you keep me up?"
The suggestion seemed bizarre - who wants to be kept awake? And how do you do that?
Watching him with a confused expression, he seems to laugh slightly, this time with a sense of satisfaction. His hands reached to raise the blanket that you shared, his tilted head inviting you to sit closer to him. While you couldn't tell whether it was the warm expression or tantalising scent that drew you in, you found yourself snuggled against this stranger. "I didn't know Gojo had such a pretty friend," Geto whispers in your ear, his arm wrapping around your shoulder on the opposite side.
Shamefully, you felt your body heat up. You weren't one to be easily impressed by a man, but the comfortable atmosphere coupled with what was likely exhaustion left you easily flustered. Not knowing how to respond, you sat silently, but comfortably beside him, leaning into the embrace he offered. While Geto was the one making advancements, you found that you were the nervous one, he seemed disproportionately calm, as if the roles were reversed. His hand continued to coddle your shoulder and tentatively made its way up to the spaghetti strap of the silk cami you wore. Nonchalantly, he hooked his fingers over the fabric, causing the strap to fall from your shoulder. Amused, you looked up to face him, noticing the slight upturn of his lips and his focused gaze on the TV. While you were tired, you weren't shy and blatantly enjoyed his confidence.
"What are you doing?" You ask feigning nativity, dollish eyes looking up at his.
"Staying awake...you want to finish the movie, right?" He responds curtly as if the answer were obvious.
Trying to play along with his act of innocence, you don't discourage him. Instead, you drop your shoulder slightly, letting the strap fall further, freeing one of your breasts. The irony of this after judging Gojo for the same thing was almost hilarious. You had to admit, getting attention from an unassuming man like Geto was enough of a turn-on to silence any morality left within you.
With a secretive glance, you could see Geto trying to catch a glance discreetly. Still, he was annoyingly composed, not even an inhale in response. Instead, he allowed the hand that cupped your arm to drop to your chest. Wandering fingers circled your sensitive nipples, pinching at the buds that hardened in his touch. Sadly, your act of serenity was disrupted, you couldn't stop the whimper that slipped past your lips, causing you to tense in embarrassment.
"Awe don't stop." He cooed, "Make more sounds for me." Geto's voice was mellow, a twinge of arousal lacing his tone. Slowly, you relaxed into his touch, your head falling back onto the plush of the sofa, allowing him a perfect view of your neck and jaw. Seizing the opportunity, he leans in to nip and suck at the skin - although not enough to leave any marks. The sharp sensation of his bites contrasted melodically with the gentle squeezes and tugs on your breasts. Fulfilling his request, you shamelessly whined beneath his touch, and his approval was evident. Geto smiled into his kisses, admiring the soft vibrations in your throat as his lips met your skin.
Suddenly, Geto pulled you into his lap, your back lying against his, and the loose fabric of your top slipping off with the abrupt motion. Geto was strong, but who was surprised with that many protein puddings in one fridge?
Gently, Geto's fingers grasped your jaw, tilting it back so that your head rested on his chest, allowing you to watch him from below. Smoothly his hand dropped to your neck, giving it a light squeeze, forcing your mouth to fall open in shock. Amused, he released and reapplied his grip, watching as your eyes shut and your body tensed beneath him. His actions were not violent in the slightest, even when choking you, his approach was gentle and intentional. Geto seemed experienced.
"Can I take this off?" He asks, his free hand tugging at the bottom of your cami. Agreeing with a nod, he slips it off, placing it by his feet.
While Geto's expression remained unchanged seeing your bare chest, having been sat in his lap, you could feel the growing erection beginning to press against you. "Oh you like that?" Teasingly, you look up at him, having enough composure to talk back. Your hands reach for your boobs fondling them. This intrigued him, watching you from above with a pleased grin.
In retaliation, Geto brought his thumb between your thighs, pressing his thumb to your clothed clit. Shocked, you sharply inhale, momentarily freezing due to the sudden contact. "Oh, you like that?" Geto mocked, bringing his lips to your ear, kissing the shell softly as he waited for your body to relax. "Keep playing with yourself...don't think you get to stop now." Nodding, your hands resume playing with the sensitive skin, Geto's eyes seeming more lustful by the second.
"Touch me again." You whisper. "Please." While this was shameless, the single touch had left a tingling warmth between your thighs, a desire for his attention that was only growing.
"Sorry, what was that, love? Just a little louder for me." Geto was patronising you, revelling in the blatant desperation you were beginning to display.
Through gritted teeth, you looked up into his eyes, cursing at the over-confident grin that painted his lips. "Please Geto...touch me."
Satisfied, he brings his thumb back to your hungry cunt, holding it a breath away from the fabric. "Of course, if that's what you want." He smiles, forcefully applying pressure to the sensitive nerve. The intense force would easily have been uncomfortable if not for the shorts separating his skin from yours. Through the layers of clothing, however, it was just enough to elicit a moan from your lips.
Your hands dropped from your chest, reaching for his shirt behind you.
"Awe baby, I thought you were trying to impress me." Geto coos, "You can't want me that bad...do you?" mockingly, he highlighted your loss of composure, watching as your hips shifted against his thumb, clearly wishing for more. "Come on pretty girl, talk to me." In an almost insulting tone, he watched you through hooded eyes, aroused by the way your body was reacting to the simplest touch.
"Just...hurry, please." You tried your best to come across as commanding, but the lack of substantial contact left you irritated and desperate.
Nodding, he rubs gentle circles against your clit, your arousal seeping through the fabric and dampening his fingers. Impressed by how fast you were warming to his touch, he continued his delicate ministrations. "Is that good enough for you? Or do you need more?" he asked, watching smugly as you relaxed into his chest, eyes firmly shut and mouth agape. Continuous moans and whines of satisfaction filled the room, further encouraging Geto's arousal.
"Shut up..." You hissed, barely loud enough for him to hear. While you didn't mean it, you couldn't bear to see him composed while you folded to his will.
Eyebrows furrowed, Geto pulled his hands away, edging an unimpressed sigh from you. "I don't think a girl with such a mouth deserves me." Condescendingly, he looked into your eyes, subtly enjoying the conflicting eagerness in your eyes and the abrasiveness of your tongue.
Looking at his profile, you find yourself increasingly frustrated. Why wasn't he as horny as you?
Subtly, you find yourself shifting in his lap, trying to get an inch of friction to ease your growing arousal. Nothing seemed to match the sensation Geto's hand offered, and he knew that, watching in awe of your resolve. "Come on baby, just admit you need me." He laughs to himself, seeing your futile attempts as pathetic. Knowing he was right, you caved slightly.
"Ok...I do." You whisper, forcing your words out.
"I think I deserve an apology." He pushes, his hand slowly trailing back to your thighs, rubbing gentle circles on the soft flesh.
"I'm sorry."
"Is that all?" Looking into his darkened eyes, you instantly knew what he wanted to hear.
"I'm sorry, sir." Humiliated, you turn your head to face the opposite direction. Squeezing your thigh, he lets out a satisfied groan, the first one yet. Smiling to yourself, you're pleased to finally have some proof that he was as aroused as you were.
"That's it, good girl." Geto brings his hand to your shorts, pulling them and your panties off. Your arousal dribbled from your starved core, the sight itself was enough to drive Geto insane. You knew this as his erection throbbed and twitched against your ass, blatantly revealing his approval. Meanwhile, he bit his lower lip, allowing himself the time to admire the sight. Bringing two digits to your core, he leaned forward, making sure he could see as his hands spread your folds, exposing your fluttering hole.
"Fuck..." He whispers, his response warming your skin and further exciting you.
"Please." You sigh, head thrown back onto his shoulder. "Hurry Suguru."
This was enough for him, encouraging him to bring his fingers to your clit, rolling and pinching it between his fingers. Hissing and whining, you pull yourself away, the sensation almost overwhelming. "Awe pretty girl, you're that sensitive?" He laughs to himself, softening his touch and rubbing gentle circles on the bundle of nerves. Soon enough your eyes are sealed shut and your hold on his shirt is weakened.
Geto, too, shut his eyes, letting himself indulge in the pleasantly shy moans of his name. The contrast from your cockiness before to now satisfied him, telling him he was doing a good job. Wanting to hear more, he brought two fingers to your entrance plunging them inside and letting them fill you. His fingers prodded at your walls while his thumb continued to massage your clit. Gasping for air, you bring your arm up to wrap around his neck, stabilising yourself as your hips rocked against his hand, deepening his fingers inside of you. Desperately, you tightened around his fingers, with moans to support your ecstasy.
"You can take more, can't you, love?" Geto groans into your ear, eyes now watching as your hips roll to meet his hand.
Unable to speak, you nod repeatedly, begging for more of his attention. Smiling, he begins to thrust his fingers into you rapidly, admiring as you melt into him. Geto's mouth drew back to your neck, his tongue painting a long stripe from your collarbones to your ear, feeling you shudder beneath him. With each thrust a warm pool seemed to form in your stomach, the pressure reaching unbearable intensity rapidly.
"Suguru!" You scream, back arching as you feel yourself reaching a high. "Please...Su-" Unable to complete a sentence, it was clear to Geto that you were close.
Geto watched intently as your grip tightened around his neck, anchoring yourself for your orgasm. When your screams reached a pitch he hadn't heard before, he abruptly tore his hand away from your cunt. "Fuck Suguru, please!' You beg, opening your eyes as they glossed over. "Please...please, please."
"Rude whores don't deserve to cum." He spat, referencing your sharp tongue earlier.
Geto's words were demanding, pulling you up so he could slouch a little into the couch. "If you're good, I'll let you." He mutters, bringing his arms to your hips.
"Take it out," Geto instructed. While the command was vague, you knew the twitching dickprint in his pants was what he meant. You'd be lying if you said you weren't excited, it looked massive when strangled by the tight black slacks he wore. Geto watched from behind as you reached in front of you and unbuckled his belt. Pulling it out of his briefs, you watched in awe as the precum dripped from his tip. "Fuck Suguru." You mutter under your breath, taking it in your hand and using it to spread the fluids over his slit.
Hearing him exhale, you turn your head to see his relaxed expression, his hair now threatening to come out of the partial updo it was in. "Kiss it for me." Geto's hands tightened on your hips, gripping them tightly as you leant forward, planting gentle kisses on the tip, working your way around it's length. You felt it pulse in your hands, it was clear he wanted more from you. Suddenly, he had gripped your hair, pulling you back by it so your back was flush against his chest. "How bad do you want me?" He asks, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your ear.
"So bad." You exhale, watching as he brings one of his hands to his length, stroking it slowly.
Amused, he smacks it on your cunt, laughing as you squealed in surprise. "Good, that's what I want to hear." He continues to rub it between your folds, your arousal coating it. Further trying to push off your orgasm, Geto only put his tip in, letting it stretch your hole slightly. Dissatisfied, you tried to grab his wrist to guide it, but Geto wasn't having it, continuing to toy with you. For a seemingly normal guy, Geto enjoyed your suffering way too much, especially so when he saw a tear travel down your cheek. "Awe baby, I'm sorry." He spoke, placing gentle kisses on your cheek.
Still, Geto seemed to have little intention to fuck you.
Instead, he eased you onto his cock slowly. Sat with him filling you, almost uncomfortably, he relaxed. Tenderly, he took your jaw in his hand, turning it to face him. "Close your eyes for me, darling." Obeying his orders you did, accepting his request.
Now that you couldn't see, you had the time to focus on how full you felt, but also how warm Geto was. The scent of his cologne was still strong but now mixed with sweat. You couldn't get over it. Strangely still, Geto's touch seemed to be getting warmer, almost burning you. Then you realised the sensation was too light to be his hands, instead something of a hot honey-type liquid, the heat dripping from your chest and dribbling down your abdomen. Raising your eyebrows, you attempted to open your eyes just enough to not be caught and see what was going on. IGeto had predicted this, bringing his hand to cover your eyes. "No peaking love."
The mischievous glimmer to his words almost made you laugh, what could he possibly be doing? All you could do was wait.
The burning sensation cooled momentarily, its presence currently insignificant. Soon, though, the heat returned, one building in your abdomen as Geto's cock twitched, stretching your walls, the other on your still-sensitive nipples. Something close to lava seemed to pour on the buds. "Fuck! Geto what is that?" You reach for his wrist, fighting to tear it from your eyes.
"Shhh baby, it's okay." He soothes you, thrusting into you slightly to shut you up.
Shocked both by the pain and the sudden movement, you bit your lip, submitting to his torture. You feel one of his hands reach for your breast, letting you notice the thin substance that now coated them, cracking under his touch.
"Please, let me see..." You ask, writhing under his touch.
Agreeing, he drops his arm to your waist, "So impatient."
As your eyes focus, you look down to see streams of wax coating your chest, looking to your left you see one of the candles you had lit earlier now half empty. "Oh..."
Geto laughed, picking the candle up, the flame long extinguished but the wax still running smooth. He brought the jar to your abdomen, letting it drip down your belly button, beads of the semi-viscous liquid dropping onto his thighs. Hissing under your breath, you relaxed into the stinging but soothing heat that travelled down your sensitive skin. "How does that feel?" He asks softly, admiring the translucent cast forming over the peaks and caves of your body.
Honestly, the sensation was a first, something that you should've found strange but instead enjoyable. Unable to articulate your feelings, you hummed pleasantly, implying you were content.
Geto brought his hand to your clit once again, the other still holding onto the candle. Beginning to rub aggressive circles to the bundle of nerves, he moaned in pleasure as you rocked against his cock, letting his tip hit your depths repeatedly. Squeezing and pulsing around him, he couldn't help but groan as you pumped his length. As a reward, he picked up his pace on your cunt, enjoying the sight of your dazed eyes and messy hair. The hand holding the candle returned, now at your collarbones. It had cooled slightly, but as it poured onto your skin, you cursed his name loudly, the warmth from inside and out leaving you flustered.
"Sugu...please!" You whined, knowing your long-awaited climax was rapidly approaching. "Sir...please, please, please!" You beg mindlessly, the various sensations on your skin leaving you in a hazed state.
"My pretty pretty girl." Geto hums, enjoying the way your pussy milked him without him even moving. "You can cum." He offered, knowing that was all you needed to hear.
Without much else, you came, violently arching against him, feeling that he too was close. He pulsed and throbbed violently against you, needing to reach his own high, he brought his hand from your clit, and brought them both to your hips, gripping them tightly. Deep groans rumbled from his throat and he forcefully thrust into you, helping you ride out your high and bringing his own.
Screaming his name repeatedly, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, overwhelmed by the repeated and rapid thrusts. Soon enough, he bottomed out inside of you, holding you on his length as it released its fluids.
Geto's hands grew limp and settled on your thighs, letting you relax into his chest.
As you caught your breath, Geto stroked your hair, soothing your rapid heartbeat. "You were such a good girl." He muttered, amongst other subtle praises. Content, you curled into his chest, accepting the embrace. While he picked off the wax dried to your skin, you softly kissed his neck.
Thank god Gojo hadn't come home, you thought. Tonight was pleasant.