You need me [Suguru Geto X Fem Reader]

I. you need me

TW: SMUT & ABUSE
Music: Nothing burns like the cold by Snoh Aalegra

It was one of those mornings painted in deep shades of blue, where the sun was just beginning its ascent, casting a soft, muted glow that barely illuminated the room. The light struggled to penetrate the dimness. Meanwhile, you sat on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, the warm tears cascading down your cold cheeks. Your body trembled violently, caught in a whirlwind of panic and adrenaline, feeling both achingly warm and chillingly cold at the same time.

Before you sat him, motionless, an unsettling amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched you with that infuriatingly beautiful smirk that stretched across his face. It was a sight that filled you with dread.

"Yn... do you know what mistake you've made, love?" His voice was cold, a stark contrast to the warmth of your tears. Instinctively, your body jolted at the chilling nature of his tone, a harbinger of the anger that festered beneath his calculated surface. He often masked his fury behind a kind tone, but you were well aware of the tempest brewing within him, or perhaps he wanted you to know.

In a swift motion, his right hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. You instinctively raised your hands to grip his wrist, desperate to alleviate the pressure and lessen the searing pain. Your face twisted in agony, eyes squinted shut as if to block out the reality in front of you. But when you dared to open your eyes and meet his gaze, it was a silent plea for mercy that reflected at him. Yet this only seemed to excite him further.

"Baby, how will you make up for your mistake?" His question hung heavily.

You kept silent, and that only further angered him. He hated it when you didn't give him answers. With an irritated huff, he released his grip on your hair, the sudden freedom both a relief and a source of anxiety. He turned on his heel, the soft thump of his shoes against the wooden floor echoing in the cramped room as he made his way to his chair. The leather squeaked as he settled into it, and with a practiced motion, he reached for a cigarette resting in the ashtray, the familiar ritual grounding him.

"Come here." You hurriedly made your way to his knees quickly in an effort not to make things worse. He grabbed your chin roughly with his strong hands, and you knew that his fingertips were printed into your cheeks. You wanted it to stop, but it was almost impossible because he would do what he wanted to do with you regardless. This time, you couldn't tell what he wanted out of you.

Your cheeks were starting to burn. So you placed your hand on his knee, hoping he'd stop, but he didn't. Suddenly, his lips were on yours, and you didn't pull away from it. Despite everything and how he made you feel, you loved him with everything you had.

The kiss was both passionate and slow; it felt like love. Before pulling away, he playfully bit your lip, causing you to wince slightly. He then lifted your chin, encouraging you to stand. Once you were up, he patted his lap, signaling for you to sit. You complied, resting your legs over his. With both of you face to face, his heavy breathing conveyed everything you needed to know. When his breath brushed against your neck, a tingling sensation ran down your spine.

His fingers tangled themselves in your pretty hairs. But this time, his touch was gentle. He pushed your head forward, so you kissed him. His tongue slipped into your mouth. Now the kiss was sloppy and fast, and your breathing picked up pace.

The wetness between your legs grew. You needed him now. You put your lips on his neck, and with that, you felt the smile spread on his face. He suddenly lifted himself from the chair while holding you. He made his way to the bedroom, tipping both of you onto the bed. Him still on top of you.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as you locked gazes with him. The world faded around you, and all that existed were the depths of his eyes reflecting your own. Beams of light filtered through the blinds, casting delicate blue stripes across the room and highlighting the contours of his face. He was undeniably beautiful, a striking presence that captivated you completely.

Your fingers gently traveled to his shirt buttons, deftly working their way down as he skillfully removed your shirt, revealing your skin to the cool air. He couldn't help but admire the pretty red bra he had gifted you, perfectly complementing the matching panties that hugged your curves. With tenderness, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then trailed his lips down to your neck, savoring each moment. His kisses continued down to your stomach, each one igniting a spark of anticipation. As he slipped your panties to the side, his eyes lit up with nothing but lust, taking in the sight of you-an image he would never let go of.

He used two fingers to part your folds, his touch both firm and deliberate. As his warm tongue met your clit, a hushed moan escaped your lips, a sound that echoed the pleasure coursing through you. He gripped your thigh, squeezing it roughly to show his dismay "Don't hold back on me," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

This was only the beginning of the torment. he was preparing you, readying you for what was to come. You could sense the tension in the air, a reminder that you had crossed a line, that something had unsettled him. The anticipation hung thick, a delicious mix of fear and exhilaration as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment.

He kept sucking on your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you. Suddenly, he pushed two fingers inside you, and your hips instinctively bucked up to meet him. His fingers moved inside you, curving just right to hit that special spot. He knew your body so well, and it drove you wild. You couldn't hold back anymore; moans escaped your lips as your eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

Your body clung to his fingers, and he could sense you were close. Just as you were about to finish, he pulled away, leaving you frustrated. You pouted, and he chuckled, fully aware of how much you hated being denied your release.

In one smooth motion, he lay back, inviting you to straddle him. You could feel his hardness beneath you, and it made you ache with desire. With a small hand, you wrapped around him, positioning him at your entrance, feeling needy and eager for more.

You lowered yourself onto him, feeling the heat of his body as you took him in, earning a low groan from deep within him. You moved slowly, trying to adjust to his size, but impatience flickered in his lust filled eyes.

With a sudden grip on your hips, he slammed you down onto him, sending a rush of sensations coursing through you. Tears filled your eyes from the intensity, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that the pain faded into the background.

"You are doing so good for me baby" He took control of your hips, guiding you at the pace he preferred. You placed your hands on his chest for support as he thrust himself deep into you. The room filled with your shared whimpers and moans, the air thick with heat and desire. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach, a sign that pleasure was building within you. His movements grew more frantic and sloppy, revealing just how close he was to losing control.

He paused, allowing you to take the reins. With a stronge movement, you began to set the pace as you guided him deeper. His hands wrapped around you, a mix of support and surrender, as the moment intensified. Just as he released inside you, you felt a rush of pleasure wash over you, your body responding instinctively as you came around him. The room fell into silence, the only sound was heavy breathing that echoed the intimacy.

As you began to drift off atop him, a chilling sensation crept through the air, unsettling your peace. His hand, heavy and possessive, cradled the back of your head, keeping you anchored against him. Just before you fell asleep, his voice emerged from the silence, whispering words that made the uneasy feeling rush through you: "You need me."