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𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

I spaced out and wrote about Getou being a pervert

Minors do not interact. 18+ only

Getou likes to dress you up.

You two were supposed to go out to visit a new coffee shop and spend the afternoon doing one of the many favorite activities you enjoy doing together, just sitting next to one another, drinking hot chocolate and reading Russian classics (aren't you both pretentious). You're standing in front of the bathroom mirror, toes slightly lifted and back arched to get your eyeliner right, when you feel his large hands on your hips. His grip was firm, but not too tight. "I'm almost done, promise I won't take long this time!" you say absentmindedly, not really paying attention to the man behind you, eyes still on the black line you're trying to trace without too many bumps. "We can be a little late" he breathes against your neck before kissing you where your neck meets your shoulder. "Would you be a doll and try something on for me?" he doesn't wait for you to answer when he gently takes your hand away from your face and pulls you towards your bedroom. You're both confused and intrigued as you follow along. He stops in front of the mirrored door of the closet and puts a finger inside the black tie around your neck, pulling it until he undoes it, then grabs it and tosses it on the dresser. Then he begins undoing your shirt. When he gets to your stomach you huff. "Couldn't you think about it before I got ready?" you frown. "I should have" he exhales heavily, eyes closed for a moment as if he's deeply sorry. You roll your eyes. "You look real pretty like this". "Not pretty enough for you to let me keep it on" you retort while he slides your shirt down your shoulders and arms until it falls on the ground when it doesn't meet any more resistance. "You're never pretty" you're about to sass him but he kneels in front of you. He lifts your skirt to press a kiss to your inner thigh and you hold your breath. "You're so beautiful all the time, it makes me want to rip your clothes off, claw at your skin until it's red" he presses another kiss on your panties, right on your pussy and undoes the zip on the back of your skirt "sometimes until you bleed" he kisses you above them now. "I want to eat you..." he playfully bites your inner thigh and you'd squeal if you weren't so engrossed in his words, in the soft inflection of his voice "...and choke on you". His teeth lightly scrape your clothed pussy and you gasp. "Romance isn't dead after all" you act all sarcastic, but your voice comes out breathy. You do think that’s romantic somehow.

Getou kisses you all over your hips and your crotch for a little while before sliding your panties down your legs. He doesn't throw them like the rest of your clothes, but folds them messily and puts them away in his pocket, then he gets up. He grabs your hips and turns you towards the mirror. His index finger traces an uneven pattern down your shoulder. He slides down one strap of your bra first, then the other. He groans quietly when your bra slips down half an inch exposing the pink of your nipples. He unclasps your bra which thumps on the ground next to the rest of your clothes. Getou cups your tits from behind, then brushes his hands all over them. When he feels your nipples harden he rubs them with his thumb and index finger. You exhale and throw your head back against his shoulder. Thighs clenched together as you already feel your arousal gliding down your bare thighs. Getou smirks, savoring your reactions. When he's satisfied he pinches your nipples hard. Your gasp comes out more like a moan. He pinches them a few more times until he's satisfied, then holds your breasts in his hands brushing his thumbs over them admiring his work. "Cute" he murmurs, eyes fixed on your chest. Nipples hard and slightly swollen. He takes a step back and walks towards a shiny shopping bag he placed on the padded elegant chair right next to the dresser. You bend your head looking at him curiously. "No peeking. Stay still in front of the mirror". You glare at him, but still turn away. You can't help but think about how once again you're naked and he's fully clothed. Getou brushes your shoulder and you bend your head down looking at his fingers finally back on you. He takes your hand in his and puts up one of the shoulder straps, then does the same with the other. Once he put the top on you, he turns you towards him, his long fingers working intently on the ribbon tying the top-like corset together.

"Exactly how I imagined it" he comments in a low voice, more talking to himself than to you. "Feet up". He says without looking up at your face. You suddenly feel the urge to slap him, push him away. He's manhandling you however he wishes, making you undress just to dress you up himself like you were a child, changing your plans on a whim. You don't slap him though, nor do you push him away. Ever obedient, very few are the things you'd deny him, very few the things you wouldn't do just to hear a word, even a sound of approval from the lips of your revered lover. You lift a foot, then the other letting him pull up the panties he got you, then a sort of skirt and stockings. His movements are slow and careful. He's so precise, reminding you of an artist working with Venetian glass. It gives you the chills. Getou takes your hands in his, pulling your arms slightly away from your sides. "Cute little thing" he repeats looking you up and down. "Are you satisfied?" "Very much so. Turn around". And you do, finally seeing yourself in the mirror. It's obscene, really. You're all dressed in off-white fabric. Some smooth like silk, some organdy, very few lace. Your top is a sort of corset which is tied from the front. The fabric is tighter and firmer on the sides, while transparent on the top of your cleavage. It's not transparent enough not to leave anything to the imagination, but enough to faintly show your nipples underneath. Your skirt barely covers your ass and completely shows the garter that ties the stockings. You examine your outfit for a few seconds, sliding your hands down your chest and sides, pulling your skirt down with no success. There really is no fabric to pull. "Suguru Getou, you're a pervert". "We didn't meet at church, now did we?" he grins. Then he lowers his voice and adds right against your ear "And if we did you wouldn't have been on your knees for no other God than me". "The most insufferable man I've ever met". Getou doesn't reply to your comment right away, keeping the ace up his sleeve. He'll get back at you in a moment. He runs a hand up your thigh, slightly lifting up your skirt in doing so. "I also got you a woolen down coat. It's cold outside". Your head snaps back towards him. "What do you mean ‘outside’?" "We were supposed to get coffee, weren’t we?"

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

fanfiction still has this madonna-whore complex with ultra girly femmy women. if ur a girly girl with confidence, ur a mean regina george bully to y/n and if ur a girly girl with no confidence then ur a snivelling cottagecore naive bb. all women are humans and i dont think that has sunk in deep for everyone yet.

Thanks Gege for simple yet recognizable costume designs

“he took everything from me”