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Hakuri spent the next day in a pleasant haze, her body still humming with the memory of Gojo's touch. She'd gone back to her apartment to shower and change but found herself returning to the frat house that evening, drawn by the promise of dinner and the comfort of their presence.
Geto was cooking when she arrived something that smelled incredible and involved far more ingredients than she'd ever used in a single meal.
"Hey. Good timing. This'll be ready in about twenty minutes," he said, glancing up from the stove with that knowing smile of his.
"Need any help?" She asked as she walked towards him.
"You can keep me company,” Geto offered not really needing any help. He was surprisingly strong in the kitchen. She hopped up onto the counter, watching him work. There was something mesmerizing about the way Geto moved in the kitchen: precise, methodical, every action deliberate. He didn't waste motion, didn't second-guess himself.
"Where is everyone?" she asked as she noticed how quiet the house was.
"Choso's at the art building working on a project. Gojo dragged Sukuna to the gym. Toji's upstairs,” He glanced at her, dark eyes assessing. "Which means we have the kitchen to ourselves for a bit."
"Oh." She said softly, a little breathless.
"Oh," he echoed, amused. He turned down the heat on whatever he was making and moved to stand in front of her, his hands coming to rest on either side of her hips, caging her in.
"I've been thinking about you,” a playful smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned in towards her.
"Yeah?" She asked, sounding a little breathless with the question.
"Mmm. Specifically, I've been thinking about all the ways I want to make you fall apart." His voice was low, intimate and it sent a shiver down her spine as he leaned in towards her.
"I've been paying attention, you know. Watching what makes you respond. What makes you gasp, what makes you moan,” he whispered in her ear.
"Suguru,” Hakuri's breath caught.
"I know, for instance, that you like it when someone takes control. When they tell you what to do." His hand came up to cup her face, thumb brushing over her lower lip.
"Am I right?" He asked even though they both knew he was right and it didn’t need to be answered. Still she nodded her head, unable to form words.
"Good girl." The praise made heat pool low in her belly. These gorgeous men really knew how to turn her panties into a soaked mess. There goes her praise kink.
"I also know you're more confident now than you were a week ago. Choso and Satoru have been good for you,” he pointed out as one hand was teasing the end of her shirt.
"They have," she managed to choke out.
"But I'm going to be different. I'm going to make you work for it. Make you ask for what you want. Make you beg, maybe, if you're into that," He leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he teased her.
"I… I might be,” She swallowed hard. His smile was sharp and satisfied.
"I thought so. Dinner first, though. I don't like to rush," He pulled back, returning to the stove as if nothing had happened. As if he didn’t just get her turned on and then walk away while she was sitting there soaking her panties. She sat there, flushed and wanting, watching him cook with maddening calm. By the time the others returned, she was wound so tight she could barely focus on the meal which was, predictably, delicious.
"You okay? You seem distracted,” Choso asked quietly, leaning close. She didn’t even notice when the others had joined her in the kitchen after she had wobbled her way to the dinner table on legs made of jello.
"I'm fine," she said, very aware of Geto's gaze on her from across the table.
After dinner, Geto caught her hand as she was helping clear plates.
“Come upstairs with me,” he made his intent clear. It wasn't a question and she didn't treat it like one. She followed him to his room, the most organized of all their spaces, with built-in bookshelves and a desk that actually looked used for studying. His bed was perfectly made, dark sheets crisp and inviting.
He closed the door behind them and leaned against it, studying her.
"Take off your shirt,” it was an order, one she knew she could deny if she felt uneasy. Her hands went to the hem of her top automatically, then paused.
“What if I say no?" She knew the answer but she still asked.
"Then we stop and watch a movie instead. I'm not going to push you into anything, Hakuri. But I think you want this. Am I wrong?" His expression was serious.
"No. You're not wrong," she admitted.
"Then take off your shirt,” he repeated calmly, standing back and watching as she obeyed his order. She did, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor. The air felt cool against her skin and she resisted the urge to cover herself.
"Good. Now the bra,” was the next order. She reached back, unhooked it, let it fall. Geto's gaze raked over her, appreciative and hungry, but he didn't move from his position by the door.
"You're beautiful. Do you believe that yet?" he asked in a husky tone.
"I'm starting to,” she said softly barely above a whisper as her cheeks heated.
"Good. Because you are. Every inch of you." He pushed off the door, crossing to where she stood.
"I'm going to touch you now. And I'm going to pay very close attention to what you like. Okay?" He asked. Still ever asking for consent just like always.
"Okay,” she said softly. His hands were warm on her skin, sliding up her sides, over her ribs, cupping her breasts with just the right amount of pressure. He watched her face the entire time, cataloging every reaction.
"You like this," he murmured, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasped, and he smiled.
"And this." He did it again, harder this time, and she arched into his touch. Her body instantly reacted to his touch. Her nipples have gone hard under his teasing.
"Suguru,” she moaned softly.
"Tell me what you want,” he instructed as his fingers teased her nipples.
"I want... I want you to keep touching me,” she struggled to get the words out.
"Where?" He asked, his tone almost sounding teasing.
"Everywhere,” she was already starting to pant.
"Be specific,” he instructed her. Now he was just torturing her. She felt her face heat, but she forced herself to say it.
"I want your hands on me. I want your mouth on me. I want,” her words died off as he pinched one nipple while she spoke.
"Good girl." He kissed her then, deep and thorough, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her knees weak. When he pulled back, she was breathing hard.
"On the bed. Now,” was the order he gave as he stepped away from her. She almost whimpered as he stopped teasing her nipples. She went and he followed, stripping off his shirt as he did. He was lean and muscled, a tattoo she'd never noticed before curling over his shoulder. She wanted to trace it with her fingers, her tongue, but he was already pushing her back against the pillows.
"Pants off," he instructed and she obeyed, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear while he watched. When she was naked, he sat back on his heels, just looking at her. "Spread your legs.”
She did, feeling exposed and vulnerable and incredibly turned on as she laid beneath him, bare and exposed.
"Wider,” it was almost a growl that came from Geto. She obeyed, and his smile was approving.
"Perfect. Now touch yourself,” he said as he looked down at her.
"What?" She asked, her face turning red instantly.
"You heard me. I want to watch you touch yourself. Show me what you like,” he informed her of why he wanted her to touch herself. Her face burned, but there was something thrilling about the command, about being watched. She slid her right hand down her body, between her legs and began to touch herself the way she did when she was alone.
"That's it. Just like that. Don't stop," Geto murmured, his voice rough. She didn't, her fingers moving in slow circles as he watched. The pleasure built gradually, and she found herself arching, her other hand coming up to her breast.
"You're so sensitive. So beautiful like this. Do you know how long I've wanted to see you like this? Spread out on my bed, touching yourself, making those pretty sounds?" It wasn’t really questions he was asking, it was all rhetorical. She moaned, the words he spoke pushing her closer to the edge.
"That's it. Come for me. Let me see you,” he said as he was sitting back on his heels watching her as she drove herself towards an orgasm. And she did, the orgasm rolling through her in waves as he watched with dark, hungry eyes. When she came down, gasping, he was already moving, settling between her legs.
"My turn," he said, and then his mouth was on her most intimate area and she cried out at the sensation. It was a foreign feeling. And her body was already sensitive from the fresh orgasm. She couldn’t help but gasp and squirm beneath him. He was methodical about this too, paying attention to every reaction, adjusting his technique based on what made her gasp and moan. He used his fingers alongside his tongue and when he found the spot that made her see stars, he focused there with single-minded intensity.
"Suguru, I can't. It's too much," she cried out as her hands flew up to grab at his hair, unsure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer to her.
"You can. Give me another one," he said against her skin. She did as he wanted, helpless against the onslaught of sensation. This orgasm was sharper, more intense and she was shaking by the time it passed. Geto slowly kissed his way up her body, and when he reached her mouth, she could taste herself on his lips.
"You okay?" He asked her between kisses.
"Yes. Fuck, yes," she breathed.
"Good. Because we're not done yet. I'm going to fuck you now. And I'm going to make you come again. Understand?" He reached for his nightstand, pulling out a condom. She nodded, beyond words. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and rolled on the condom with efficient movements. When he settled between her legs, she was already aching for him.
"Look at me," he commanded and she did, meeting his dark eyes as he pushed inside her. The stretch was familiar now, welcoming and she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
"Fuck. You feel incredible," he breathed out a groan. He set a steady rhythm, deep and controlled and she matched him thrust for thrust. His hand slid between them, finding her clit and she gasped at the added stimulation.
"That's it. I want to feel you come around me," he murmured. It didn't take long. The combination of his body, his fingers, his voice was too much and she shattered for the third time, crying out his name. He followed moments later, his control finally breaking as he buried himself deep.They stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing together. Finally, Geto pulled back enough to look at her and there was something almost tender in his expression.
"You're amazing. Do you know that?" he asked softly.
"You keep telling me that,” she said as she could do nothing but lay there feeling boneless.
"Because it's true. Come on. Let's get cleaned up," He kissed her forehead, then carefully pulled out. She almost whimpered at the empty feeling.
They showered together, something that felt almost more intimate than the sex and when they returned to his bed, he pulled her close.
"Thank you," she said after a while.
"For what?" He asked as he looked down at her.
"For making me feel wanted. Desired. All of you do, but in different ways,” she admits shyly before she is nuzzling her face into his chest to hide her embarrassment.
"You are wanted. By all of us. Don't ever doubt that," Geto said firmly. She didn't, or at least she didn't think that anymore.