look at me — suguru geto
summary — geto makes you watch yourself as you enter subspace
warning — nsfw!, descriptions of subspace, sub!reader, soft!dom geto, cursing, petnames, afab reader, geto talking you through it, overstimulation, mentions of crying, praise kink, choking, geto calling you a "good girl", creampie, raw sex, mirror sex, aftercare, cuddling
your body trembles beneath suguru’s, completely at his mercy as he works you through your orgasm. he’s made you come three times already, and you’re not sure how much more you can take. every nerve in your body is on fire, but there’s a thrill in knowing you can’t stop it—knowing you don’t want to stop it.
you’re on your stomach now, arms stretched out in front of you, fingers clutching at the sheets for some sort of relief, but there’s none to be found. your back is arched, your ass raised as suguru leans his weight into you, his body flush against yours. he’s been unrelenting, each thrust sending shockwaves through your overworked, oversensitive body. the slickness between your thighs, a mixture of both your release and his, only makes it easier for him to slide in deeper.
“look at yourself” he growls lowly, his lips grazing your ear as he leans in close. his voice is dark, full of lust and possessive affection that makes your stomach flutter. “look at how fucking gorgeous you are, taking everything i give you”. suguru’s hand finds its place at the base of your neck, fingers curling around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you lightheaded. he forces your head up, making sure your eyes stay locked on the reflection in the mirror in front of you, reflecting every inch of your bare, quivering body.
suguru’s hair has loosened significantly from his half bun– long locks falling down and framing his face as he ruts into you. he has a sinister smile on his lips as his gaze finds yours in the mirror. he looks beautiful, just like he always does, and the sight alone makes you tighten around him.
your mind feels fuzzy. he’s been going for so long now, pushing you right to the edge and pulling you back until your senses are overwhelmed with nothing but the feeling of him inside you, the pressure around your neck, and his rough, filthy praise. it’s too much. your body is buzzing, overworked, and overstimulated, but you’re desperate for more.
you blink slowly, trying to focus, but it’s difficult. your mind is already starting to slip as the next orgasm approaches fast. your breath is ragged, each inhale shaky as his thrusts never falter, his hips snapping against yours with an intensity that leaves you gasping. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room, mingling with your broken moans and his low grunts.
his hand tightens slightly around your throat, pulling your gaze back to the mirror when your eyelids flutter closed. “i said, look”. his tone is firm, commanding. he knows exactly how to pull you deeper into submission.
“you feel so good” he groans, his gaze never leaving the mirror, watching every expression, every quiver of your body. his dark eyes are filled with lust and he looks at you like you’re his prey for the evening.
you can barely recognize yourself in the reflection. your face is flushed, lips parted as soft, desperate sounds escape you. sweat clings to your skin and your body trembles with each thrust. you feel exposed, vulnerable, but there’s something so intoxicating about it—about seeing the way he owns you, controls you, that makes you come apart again and again.
“that’s it” suguru’s voice is softer now, filled with pride as he watches your reflection. “such a good girl. you’re doing so well for me”.
you whimper in response, the praise making your heart pound faster. every word he speaks only pulls you further into the haze, the pleasure building inside you once again. it’s too much, and yet, you crave more. the way he praises you, the way he looks at you with such intensity and possessiveness—it’s almost too much.
your body arches further as he leans into you, pressing his weight down against you, forcing you to feel every inch of him. his chest is flush against your back, his breath hot against your ear as his pace increases, relentless and precise. you feel the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in your core, the fourth orgasm approaching fast, your body helpless to stop it.
“fuck” suguru groans, his voice strained now as he watches you in the mirror, watches the way your body trembles and quakes beneath him. “so fucking perfect like this”.
the words send a shudder through you, and you feel yourself slipping, your mind starting to drift as the pleasure overtakes you. his grip tightens on your throat again, pulling you back to reality, forcing you to stay with him just a little longer. “don’t you dare close your eyes” he growls, his voice low and dangerous. “i want you to see what i see”.
your thoughts are a blur, every sense on fire, but all you can focus on is the hand around your throat, the growing pressure inside you, and the heat of his body pressing against yours. and then, with a particularly rough thrust, you feel it—the snap. the moment when everything in your mind goes still, when you stop thinking. you’re free falling now, completely letting go, allowing the pleasure to consume you. everything is muffled and distant except for suguru’s presence grounding you. your mind begins to float, the weight of everything slipping away as the pleasure consumes you. the light behind your eyes starts to dim, your body giving into him fully. you're entering that space, the one where nothing else matters but suguru's touch, his control, his relentless need for you.
he notices the change instantly.
“there it is” suguru’s says lowly as he watches your reflection. his thrusts don’t stop, his hand still firm around your neck, keeping you tethered to the moment. “that’s it, baby” he praises, his tone full of pride as he watches you slip away.
“cum for me” suguru commands, his voice rough and desperate. “just let go. i’ve got you”.
his voice is your breaking point. the coil inside you snaps, and your body convulses as the fourth orgasm tears through you with a force that leaves you breathless. your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you vision goes white, head heavy as you sink into subspace. the overwhelming sensations—the sound of his voice, the roughness of his touch, the pleasure that’s been building inside you—everything starts to blur together. it’s blissful, almost dreamlike. you’re weightless, the world around you dissolving as you fall deeper, completely at his mercy.
you barely register the way your breath hitches, the whimpers escaping your lips as his movements become more deliberate. each thrust feels deeper, hitting that spot inside you that sends shockwaves through your body. he grinds his hips against yours, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can from you.
his hand leaves your throat and you have no energy to keep your head up anymore as it falls against the bed. suguru’s hands slide down your body, grabbing your hips as he pounds into you with renewed intensity. you can barely process it anymore, lost in the haze, every part of you reduced to the sensation of him—his voice, his touch, his body owning you completely.
you don’t even realize you’re crying, tears slipping down your cheeks as your body spasms beneath him, another orgasm ripping through you. the pleasure is overwhelming, too much, too intense, but you can’t stop it.
suguru groans loudly, his grip tightening as he holds you close, his thrusts becoming erratic, chasing his own release. he buries his nose into your neck as he pounds into you, becoming greedy and selfish for a moment as he bites your skin.
he curses and you’re dimly aware of him filling you, the warmth spreading through you as he grinds against you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. he groans loudly in your ear as he comes down from his high, hips pressed tightly against yours.
for a moment, the room is silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, both of you lost in the aftermath of the pleasure.
suguru’s arms wrap around your waist, laying you on your side and pulling you into his arms as he presses soft kisses along your skin. his touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness from before. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, just holds you close, knowing you need his comfort after an intense session.
“you did so well, baby” he whispers softly, his voice filled with affection and pride. “i’m so proud of you”. his hand strokes your side, a comforting gesture to ease you back to reality. you can’t respond, body exhausted and mind still floating somewhere far away. though you can’t feel much of anything at the moment, the one thing you are aware of is how safe, cherished, and completely his you feel.
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