𝒜𝒢𝒪𝑅𝒜 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒮 დ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆

𝒜𝒢𝒪𝑅𝒜 𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐿𝒮 დ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠: 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑎, 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑧

Geto’s fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, spreading them apart, knocking your knees wide on the plush pink sheets beneath you. He’s sneering already, watching the way you shiver, the way your manicured nails clutch at his wrist like you have a chance of stopping him.

“You gonna cry already?” His voice is low, mocking, laced with amusement as he rubs his thumb over your already-dripping folds. “Fuckin’ pathetic.”

Your room is too sweet, too soft for him—pink walls, plushies lined up on your shelves and piled up on your bed, sparkling vanity lights casting everything in a glow that’s too innocent for what he’s about to do to you.

He spits down onto your cunt, watching the slick mix with the mess you’re already making. “Look at this. Such a needy little hole.” The tip of his cock prods at your entrance, thick and hot and aching to stretch you open, and you gasp, fingers scrambling against his tattooed arms, feeling the muscle shift under inked skin.

“Too big, suguru—” Your voice is high, shaky, but he just shoves your legs back farther, making your breath hitch.

“Yeah?” He grins, a sharp flash of white teeth. “You can take it. You wanted this, didn’t you? Actin’ all innocent, but you spread your legs the second I got my hands on you.”

You shake your head, whining, but he can see the way your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate, waiting. He drags his cock through your slick folds, teasing, coating himself in the mess, before pressing the tip inside.

The stretch burns—too much, too thick, too deep, but Geto just groans, gripping your thighs tighter. “Fuck, this little cunt is greedy,” he mutters, watching the way you struggle to take him. “You cryin’ already?”

Tears pool in your eyes, welling at your lashes as you whimper, your walls fluttering around him as he pushes deeper. “T-too much—”

“Too fuckin’ bad,” he growls, and then he snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

A choked sob rips from your throat, your back arching off the bed as your hands fly to his shoulders, nails digging in—but he doesn’t care. He pulls out just enough before slamming back in, setting a brutal, punishing pace that has the bed shaking beneath you, the plushies beside your head bouncing with every thrust.

“You wanted to be treated like a fuckin’ princess, huh?” His fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. “Thought I was gonna be soft with you?”

Your moans are punched out of you with every thrust, your body bouncing under his weight, your thighs trembling as he forces you open.

“Too bad, baby,” he pants against your cheek, his breath hot, his piercings glinting under the soft glow of your fairy lights

He fucks you deep, brutal, pushing you into the mattress, making you take every inch like you were made for it. The sound of skin slapping fills the too-pink room, your moans muffled against his inked shoulder as you claw at him, sobbing, overwhelmed.

“Shit—look at you,” he groans, pulling back to watch your fucked-out face, your tears spilling over your cheeks. “So pretty when you cry.”

Your plushies are staring—stuffed bears and rabbits and pastel kittens, all watching as he wrecks you, as he forces you to take it, as he ruins the pretty little thing you are.