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geto suguru x reader, wc: 2k

cw: nudity, fingering, reader described having breasts and a vagina, reader described brushing her hair, virgin!reader, slight power dynamic, brief talk of religion, MDNI

a/n: this is a continuation of pleased. i might write one more part if anyone’s interested. happy birthday, sugu-chan!

Today is a blessed day. Today the temple celebrates the birth of Geto Suguru.

He sits at the head of the row of connected low dining tables, surrounded on both sides by his family of shamans. Each of them laughs and smiles as they recount memorable moments they’ve had with their benevolent patriarch. But none appear as content as the man himself.

Geto sits with one arm propped up on his knee, cheek resting on his fist as he watches on with a fond expression. You admire the gentle curve of his smile when Mimiko quietly offers him the last piece of tempura. He accepts it with thanks and continues to watch over the others.

You and the other temple maidens make sure food and drink flows freely as the celebration continues long after the sun goes down. You light the lanterns at the edge of the room while the others collect the dinner plates from the tables. At the serving cart, you gather a bottle of sake and wait for the appropriate time to approach the gathering again. A large cake is brought into the room and placed in front of the guest of honor.

The candles are lit and then then room is filled with the voices of his family as they sing. The warm glow of the room softens some of Geto’s sharper edges, but his eyes still cut like glass when they glance up at you. Leaning forward, he maintains eye contact from across the room until his eyes slowly shut and he blows out the candles.

You wonder what he wished for.

Excited chatter resumes and you step forward when the cake is cut to reveal the vibrant green interior of the matcha flavored cake. You are already at his side when Geto is served the first slice. You bend at the waist to refill his drink when you feel a slight tug on the sleeve of your kosode. Your eyes cut down to where two lithe fingers play with the edge of the fabric.

Geto looks up at you, thanks you in a voice you’ve come to know quite intimately, then smirks when a soft gasp leaves your parted lips.

You bow your head, regaining yourself as you move back to stand against the wall, and tremble with anticipation at his unspoken promise.

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The celebration continues late into the night. After you help the other maidens clear out the dining hall you retire to your room and prepare for bed. You share the room with one other maiden who is already fast asleep. But you’re wide awake and sitting at the window as you guide your brush along your hair, staring up at the moon and wondering if perhaps you misunderstood Geto’s intentions. Is this where your night will end?

Your answer comes when there’s a knock at the door. You set down your hairbrush and quietly approach the door. You slide it open a few inches to reveal Manami waiting in the hallway. The presence of Geto’s personal assistant is all you need to know.

“He’s waiting for you.”

It’s the only thing she says before she turns and leaves. Your stomach flutters as you step out of your room, careful to close the door as silently as possible.

Your bare feet pad along the wooden floors, carrying you through familiar halls until you arrive outside a familiar room. You lift your knuckles to knock on the door, a light tap that prompts the sound of approaching footsteps on the other side. The fluttering in your stomach turns to a wild buzz when the door slides open.

Geto is dressed in a yukata, just as you are. The dark blue fabric nearly obscures the long black tresses that fall freely from his head and frame his face beautifully. His fox like eyes take you in. No matter how many times he’s looked at you this way, with unabashed desire, you have to fight the urge your arms have to shield your body. You know there is nothing to be afraid of. Not when all he’s ever done is take good care of you.

“Hello there,” he says, a sly smile gracing his lips.

“Hello, Geto-sama.” You bow your head respectfully. “May I come in?”

“Of course.”

He steps aside and you feel his eyes on you as you enter. The door shuts behind you, encasing the two of you together in the room. The hum of the space heater in the corner is a faint distraction in the sudden silence. Your body is slow to adjust to the warmer temperature of the room, but a rush of heat overcomes you when Geto suddenly takes your hand and leads you toward the bed.

For a moment, neither of you speak. You simply lay on your sides facing each other, chest to chest as the heat of your bodies mingles together. Geto’s large hand rests on your hip while your smaller one is on his cheek, thumb gently stroking lines beneath his eye. He leans into your touch and you grow bolder. Your hand drifts down his neck and slips beneath the panel of his yukata. The hard plane of his chest is softened by smooth, warm flesh that burns beneath your fingertips.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” Your voice is low, not wanting to disturb the quiet of the room.

Geto moves his hand lower to caress your thigh. “I did.”

“I’m glad.” Your brows pinch together as you recall a thought you had earlier. “May I ask you something?”

He nods.

“When you blew out your candles…what did you wish for?”

Geto arches a brow. “How do you know I made a wish?”

“You had this look on your face,” you explain. “Like you really wanted something.”

Geto chuckles and you feel heat rise to your cheeks. Were you mistaken? Is he mocking you? He has been known to be a bit cruel with his teasing.

“Do you really want to know?” he asks.

“Yes.”

Geto brings his mouth to the side of your head, and whispers into your ear, “I wished for you.”

“M-me?” Your voice cracks and you pull back slightly.

“I wished for you to give yourself, all of yourself, to me.”

Your ears are ringing. You couldn’t have heard him correctly. You were a temple maiden, a descendant of a miko who lived many centuries ago, brought here into this Buddhist temple for the sole reason that your talents would be cultivated to their fullest potential. And one of the requirements was that you remain abstinent. The rules were never clear on whether you had to practice true abstinence or if you could take certain liberties with satisfying the pleasure you sometimes felt. The activities you participate in with Geto at night were only done with your hands or your mouth. You’ve rubbed yourself on him before and he’s touched you over your clothing, but you never let him touch your most intimate parts with his bare hands.

“Give…myself?”

“I want every part of you,” Geto purrs, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You feel something hard press against your thigh. “I have for a while now.”

“But you know I can’t. Not until the ritual, and even then—”

“I’ll take care of you.” His promise is a whisper. It’s a gentle sound that makes you place all of your trust in him. “Give yourself to me and you’ll have me in return.”

You’re both so close. There’s no escaping the intensity of his gaze as he waits patiently for your answer.

“I can’t.”

Dropping his forehead onto yours, Geto shuts his eyes.

“Such a strong will.” He sighs. Deep and long. “I’d loathe it if it weren’t the thing I admire most about you.”

Your hand clutches at the front of his yukata. “I’m sorry, Geto-sama.”

“Don’t be. It’s not fair for me to ask this of you just to satisfy my own desire.” He opens his eyes, and instead of the disappointment you expect to see, there’s only fondness. “We’ve made our plans. It’s best if we stick to them.”

“It’s not quite what you were hoping for,” you pause, voice becoming timid, “but I’d like to try something new.”

“What would that be?”

“I want you to touch me,” you confess. “Touch me like how I touch you.”

His pupil grow large at your words. “You mean…”

“I want you to use your fingers. Until the time is right, this is the only way you can have me. Is that alright?”

Geto’s answer is a swift pressing of his lips to yours. When he pulls back his eyes shine with glee, relief, and a little bit of hunger. You gasp as his fingers work quickly to undo the knot at your waist, then slowly pull away the panels of your yukata to expose yourself to him.

He plants his palm over the bare flesh of your stomach. You hear him swallow as his touch travels upward to take hold of your breast. Geto kneads the soft flesh, pulling breathy moans from you when he takes your nipple between two fingers. The nub pebbles under his touch.

You lean in to hide your face in his neck when his hand smoothes down your torso. His touch leaves a trail of electricity within you that set you alight. You think it can’t get anymore powerful until he’s between your legs, fingers gliding along your wet folds. Your body jolts when a single finger teases at your entrance.

“Geto-sama.” You wrap your arm around his neck, pressing your face harder against him. “Please, be gentle.”

“There’s no need to worry, pet.” Geto’s other arm snake beneath you and splays his arm across your back, keeping you trapped within his hold. “Don’t I always take good care of you?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before pushing two fingers inside you. You whimper at the intrusion. The stretch is a foreign sensation and you squirm at the discomfort. But the more he moves his fingers in and out, the better it feels. Soon your whimpers turn to whines and your fingers clutch at the back of his head, tangling themselves in his dark mane. Your breathing is labored as you feel a knot in your stomach tightening.

“You’re doing so well,” Geto coos. He curls his fingers, striking at a spot you find strangely satisfying, and you can’t suppress a moan. “That’s it.”

His voice coaxes you to ride the sweltering wave of heat that builds higher and higher. He carries you to the very top and doesn’t stop until you cum around his fingers with a cry of his name on lips.

You come down from the feeling a little light headed, noticing this feels much more intense compared to what you’ve done before. You think you like that. Especially because you feel so much closer to Geto than you ever have.

You loosen your grip on his hair and he nudges his nose against your cheek. You whimper when he removes his fingers from within you. You turn your head when Geto brings them in front of your face. Your eyes examine the glossy residue that covers his index and middle fingers. You squeak in surprise when he takes them into his mouth. He must enjoy the taste of you because he hums in satisfaction as he licks away the last traces of your essence.

“You taste just as sweet as I imagined,” he muses.

Geto brings the same hand down to cup your face. You can smell the lingering scent of your arousal and it makes your lower half throb. He moves in close and you can feel his clothed member press against you, stiff and unattended.

“It isn’t what I wished for,” he presses a kiss to your forehead, “but it surely is a wonderful present.”

It’s past midnight, and technically no longer the third, but you let the words flow out of you regardless.

“Happy birthday, Geto-sama.”

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მაშინ, როცა მზე ჩემს თმებს ოქროსფერ სიმებს ჰკიდებს, როცა ჰაერი ნაკლებს იწონის წინა დღეებთან შედარებით, როცა ყველა სურვილი ჯადოსნური სიმსუბუქით მანიფესტირდება და როცა გონება დროის არარსებობას მთელი პოტენციალით აღიქვამს ხოლმე, ახლანდელობაში ისე ვიჟღინთები, როგორც წმინდა წყალი ნათლობის კაბაში.

აწმყოს ნაკადები თითქოს ისევე გვწმენდს, როგორც ქრისტიანებს მდინარე ნათლობისას. უბრალოდ ამჯერად წყლის მაგივრად დროის დინ��ბები აკეთებს საქმეს. და უცნაურად, თუ პირიქით, სავსებით ბუნებრივად, ხმელეთის ნაკადებს იქითკენ მივყავართ, სადაც მეტი სიცოცხლეა, მეტი შესაძლო მომავალი; სადაც გააზრებულად, თუ გაუცნობიერებლად გველიან და სადაც ჩვენი მისვლა დღესასწაულს ჰგავს.

ლოგიკურია არა? ჩვენი ენერგია და სიცოცხლე იმ შენაკადებთან შეერთებას ელტვოდეს რომლებთანაც გადარჩენის, თავისუფლების მეტი შანსი აქვს. იქნებ, ერთ დღეს ეკოსისტემაც კი შევქმნათ ერთად.

ბევრი წელი, სანამ პუბერტატული უაზრო პროტესტი მქონდა გამოცხადებული დინების მიმართულებით ცურვისადმი, მეგონა ცხოვრება დამოუკიდებლად, თავისით ხდებოდა ჩემს თავს. რაღაცნაირ, არაკომფორტულ და არამეგობრულ ჭიდილში ვიყავი მასთან და სულელურად, სამყაროში ყველაზე თავისუფალი ე��ერგიის დამორჩილებას ვცდილობდი. ერთ დღეს, არსებობის რომელიღაც უცნაურ წელს, ძალიან მარტივად აღმოვაჩინე, რომ სიცოცხლე თურმე ჩემგან მოდიოდა და რაც უფრო მეტად ვიქნებოდი ჰარმონიაში საკუთარ თავთან, მით უფრო ადვილად წარვამრთავდი ცხოვრებას ისე, როგორც მე მომესურვებოდა. და რაც მთავარია, მით მეტად სასიამოვნო იქნებოდა მთელი ეს მოგზაურობა.

მოგზაურობა ახლანდელობაში, რომელიც დაცლილია ჩვენივე მოგონილი სტრესისგან და მხოლოდ მსუბუქ, უსაფრთხო და საამო ადგილსამყოფელს გვთავაზობს შემდეგ დანიშნულების წერტილამდე.

ჩემს აწმყოში დაუგეგმავად საოცარ არსებებს გადავეყარე დღეს.

რა მაქვს მეტი სათქმელი? ფაქტია, მუდამ მასთან მივდივართ, ვინც გველოდება.

და შენ ვის ელოდები?

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