— Geto Suguru x f!reader smut imagine.

— Summary: Geto-sama comes back injured with open wounds, and despite him telling you to heal him, you have other plans to make him feel good.

— Warnings: DARK CONTENT! Dub-con, masochism (Suguru), wound fucking, licking wounds, Suguru is a bit harsh.

—WC: 2.9k

— MDNI. 18+ ONLY.

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Waiting for Geto to return was killing you. 

He said he'd be out today while donning his yukata this morning—wrapping it around his large frame while he kept his gaze to the floor—refusing to elaborate further about the errands he'd be running today. 

You remember mumbling a soft, okay, as you usually did as you watched him leave his quarters, wishing he'd trust you more with information, but, as far as he was concerned about you, you were just some worshipper who happened to wield the Reverse Curse Technique that allowed you to heal people, but, to you, he was a god, and you were his devoted follower.

Pacing around in his quarters, you bite your nails, wondering what's taking Lord Geto so long, and why he hasn't contacted you at all, yet. You keep your cell phone on vibrate in the pocket of your yukata, hoping you'd hear back from him eventually, but at this rate, you knew you wouldn't be hearing back from him anytime soon, at least, that's what you think until you suddenly hear a heavy thud against the wood of the paper-thin screen door, making you whip your head towards it.

You freeze in place when you see blood smear on the door. You swallow thickly, feeling your heart pound, wondering who in the world could be at the door, let alone smearing blood all over it, but, your fears are only heightened when the door slams open, making you screech when you see your lord leaning against the wall, holding his waist covered in blood.

"Geto-sama!" You shout, rushing over to him to support the man—whose blood is seeping out of his yukata, and onto his hands and the floor—throwing his arm over your shoulders, you let his heavy weight lean on you as you drag him over to a clear spot on the floor.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you gently set him down in the empty space before you and you climb behind him so you can prop his head onto your lap.

"Geto-sama... what happened?" Your voice is shaky when you ask, and your trembling hands find the bangs of his long, black hair and you push them out of the way of his face. Your soft fingers shakily brush through his hair as your mind races, wondering how in the world your lord could've ended up like this. Your eyes dart back and forth between his bleeding ribs and the pained expression on his face, feeling bouts of confusion, fear, and anger swell within you. "Geto-sama, who did this to you?" You press, still running your fingers through his hair to help soothe him, and yourself. 

With a grunt, Geto coughs. He looks up at you, and his eyebrows furrow in annoyance as you keep pressing for answers. He takes his hand and swipes your hand away, grumbling.

"Just a curse user. Surprised me while I was trying to take out a bunch of monkeys. Now, fix me." He coughs again, groaning at the pain accumulating in his abdomen as precious time ticks by.

You feel your chest tighten when your lord expresses annoyance, and you furrow your eyebrows, huffing. How dare he? How dare he ignore your worries, when clearly you're just trying to assess the situation.

You bring your hands back to his bangs, pressing gentle fingers over them, trying to soothe him once more.

"Geto-sama—" You try again, but Geto's eyes widen at you and he huffs, interrupting you.

"I said heal me." His harsh tone cuts deep into your heart as he's usually sweet, but this time, it makes you want to cry.

You're only trying to help him. You feel your throat tighten, and your head starts to pound a bit as you feel tears threatening to break their threshold.

"I-I'm only trying to help, Geto-sama..." You mutter, your words soft and meek as you look away.

There's a long pause.

Geto sighs and he looks up at you. He reaches up, gently caressing your face; his thumb gently pushes your chin down to look at him. His cold gaze suddenly turns warm as he lets his facial features slowly relax.

"I know, I know... You're doing amazing," He takes a shallow breath, pausing. "After this, I'll show you how grateful I am for you, yeah? How does that sound?"

Your eyes widen and you look at him, a slow smile growing on your face. You look at him with hopeful eyes.

"Really?"

"Really," He confirms and he takes another shallow breath. "Just need your hands to make me feel better, sweet girl." He caresses your face again, his thumb smoothing over the supple skin on your cheek.

The sound of his promise sounded so sweet, and his smooth, syrupy voice filled your senses with a thick desire.

"I... Yes, Geto-sama." You bow your head, and your eyes shift downwards towards your lord who lay beneath you.

"Good girl," He praises you in a shallow breath, and you smile at this, feeling pride swell within you.

Following your gaze, you outline the shape he's in, taking note of how his wrecked figure lay beneath you—the god you looked so dearly up to now lay in your hands. You take a deep breath, knowing you can't screw this up because Geto-sama needs to be back in the shape he was before, so perfect with a high stature and a cunning smile, and a body that you'd worship like a temple.

Your hands slide down his body, and you close your eyes, feeling along his skin, trying to map out where the cracks in the marble are so you can use your chisel and hammer to heal him.

Your fingers feel the blood coming out of the chasms, and you hear your lord take a shallow breath, giving you a signal that you're close to where he's hurting most.

Still, worshipping the temple, you continue your trek down his body, and your fingers feel the edge of his yukata. You open your eyes finally after getting a sense of how to fix him and see your fingers just barely brushing over the open wounds that lay in his abdomen.

Your first instinct is to start healing right away, but, for a moment, you hesitate, halting your hand right over his wound with blood coursing out of it.

The temple is cracked, and you tilt your head, coming upon the realization that for once, you have power over him. Your god, your lord, lay beneath you, begging for you to heal him. For once, he needs you.

You furrow your eyebrows as you slowly bring a hand down to his wound, hovering over it. Geto takes a sharp breath in, prepared for you to heal him, but that desire in you from earlier comes through like something you'd never felt before.

It was a desire to truly worship him, all in his glory, in his deeply cracked glory. Not just to heal him, no, but to let him know that you love him despite his cracks and his deep crevaces, so, your fingers find their way to his wounds, brushing over them so gently.

Your focus remains on his wounds, admiring them, truly fawning over them as your mouth opens into a smile when you see Geto-sama flinch from your touch. Despite that, you still continue, wanting to worship him with everything he's worth, so your fingers brush over the blood that seeps from him, but, you're quickly halted when Geto-sama grabs your hand.

"W-What are you...?" His breath is shallow again, and your eyebrows raise as you flick your gaze over to him.

He looks weak, with his snowy, marble-like skin turning almost transparent from the amount of blood he's lost, his pink plush lips have turned cracked and pale, and his grip around your wrist is loose.

He looks so weak, but... you love him all the same. You offer him a warm smile, and you take your hand, cupping his face gently.

"I'm healing you, Geto-sama."

There's a moment where Geto just stares blankly at you, keeping his grip on you, but, with your sweet voice, he seems to let his guard down, so he retracts his hand and you offer him a warm smile in response.

Continuing once more, you proceed your trek over his wounds, gently thumbing over the blood. Your eyes are glued to his body, in awe of the openings that spill gold over your fingers, admiring how your god is so vulnerable before you, so, with a gentle touch, you take your thumb and prod over the opening which earns a grunt coming from your lord.

You hum, pleased that Geto-sama hasn't retaliated, and so you slowly push your finger into the crevice, feeling the inside of his temple swell up around your finger. The gold liquid oozes around your finger, and your lord let's out a pained groan, clenching his knuckles as they turn white, and he takes shallow breaths.

Your gaze flicks back and forth between your thumb and the panting god beneath you as your thumb stays cushioned between his skin and muscle squeezing around you.

"F-Fuck... this feels like hell," He murmurs, looking up at you with those pearls of brown eyes.

You nod slowly and give him a gentle smile as you did before. "That means it's working, Geto-sama."

It's a lie, but he wouldn't know the difference. Yes, you've healed him before, but nothing as big as a wound as this. Usually it's small cuts and bruises, so, this was new to him.

Geto huffs, his face glows a slight red when you tell him it's supposed to hurt, so he listens to you. He takes deep breaths as his dark, brown eyes find your hand, watching your thumb push into his open wound and he groans, leaning his head back, exposing the apple of his neck.

You feel so pleased that your lord is taking this so well, because you were afraid that the temple would be crumbled by now, but, he is strong, built out of the strongest stone there is. It only appears more prominent as you push in another finger inside the same large wound, making him let out a pained cry.

He breathes heavily and looks at you with furrowed brows and an open mouth, trying to calm himself, so, you take your free hand and run your fingers through his long, black silky hair, and you coo gently.

"My lord... you are very ill. Please, let me worship and heal you."

Your voice sounds like a song from the heavens right now as Geto's muscles pulse and gush around your fingers— aching in a dull sensation that sends flaring signals to his brain—making him calm down a bit. He nods slowly, understanding that anything you say sounds good right now.

He remains silent, but his nod gives you the consent to keep going, so, gently, you prod your fingers a little further into his muscles and he lets out a loud grunt, which makes you smile.

Hearing Geto-sama grunt is the equivalent of hearing your god praise you. His thick, smooth, voice rings out to you in grunts and groans as your fingers begin to slowly pump in and out of his wound, exploring the crack in his marble stature, wanting to see your god feel good.

Your eyes wander his body as you listen to him, crying out to you and cursing under his breath, pleading for a little bit of mercy, but it all sounds so heavenly in your head, turning his cries of pain into cries of pleasure, because he's a god. How can Geto-sama feel pain? He's a marble temple, one who does not falter. He doesn't bow to anyone, so why would he cry out to you?

While he continues his curses and grunts of pleasure, your eyes wander his body, following more wounds, so, out of curiosity, you gently remove Geto-sama's head from your lap, and you place it down onto the mat before moving to his side where you sit on your knees, continuing to gently prod and push your fingers in and out of his orifice.

Resuming that feeling of curiosity, wondering what the gold spilling out of his crevasse would taste like, you lean down and gently press your tongue over his open wound, licking up the red liquid that spills from him.

You moan when you taste the liquid gold, feeling a rush as if you've thrusted your tongue into the mouth of God himself, tasting his knowledge and wisdom that spills onto your mouth.

Your lord lets out a shaky breath from the feeling of your mouth taste him, and he swallow thickly.

You notice this, so your eyes flick up to meet his, and you notice him being quiet. It's almost eerie how he watches you, as if you're under the judgement of your lord.

Finally, he breaks his silence when he huffs.

"Thought you were going to heal me... instead you're licking my wounds like some kind of filthy dog."

His words are mean, and his tone is harsh, but, it doesn't make you stop, because, you know it's true. You're filthy for worshipping your god like this, wanting to devour every single inch of him.

"I'm worshipping you, my lord," You mutter against his skin, and your tongue dips into his wound next to your fingers again, tasting and feeling the texture of his muscles and blood.

Geto scoffs before letting out another shallow breath. He wants to retort and reprimand you for worshipping him like so, but, the conflicting feeling of his cock hardening says otherwise, so, he settles for praising you instead.

"Hmm." He tilts his head. "Keep going, then, since you love your god so much."

From his words, you feel a spark ignite within you, knowing that somehow your lord must be enjoying this, this pain that elicits from your fingers as you move them in and out of his wound, feeling it squish and ooze around your fingers, making him grunt in pain.

Your eyes wander to his face as you watch his pale cheeks turn red, so you grin and let your eyes follow back down his body, and your eyes stop at the tent that's appearing in his yukata. You stop moving your fingers, and Geto-sama grunts. He lifts his head, looking down at you.

"Why did you stop? Thought it was your job to worship me."

You ignore his words this time, and instead you take your free hand to undo the bottom of his yukata, pulling his robes undone to reveal his hard cock pressing against his underwear. You're shocked, to say the least, but, you supposed those cries of pleasure earlier really were full of pleasure like you had thought. You look back up at him, and slowly, wanting to continue pleasing him, you push your fingers into his wounds again, and he groans loudly, gripping the mat beneath him in those large fingers of his.

You swallow thickly as you watch your god fall apart before you, the temple crumbling even further as you see his cock twitch in his underwear while you move your fingers in and out of his wound.

To add to the pleasure, you lean down and begin licking his wound again, feeling that coppery taste of blood fill your senses which makes you moan, and the moan reverberating off of him makes your lord moan, and his cock twitches again in his underwear.

Seeing this, you dare yourself to pick up the pace, to induce more pain so Geto-sama can feel even better, so, you take your fingers and move them in and out of his crevasse at a faster pace, which earns you a loud groan, and his cock twitches again.

Faster.

You push your fingers in faster again, making friction burn as his muscles ooze and squelch around your fingers, and blood spills out even more.

His cock twitches again and his nails dig into his palms, so you move your fingers in and out even faster, practically at a punishing pace so your knuckles are hitting the outside of his wound and your digits are barely prodding the muscles inside him.

His cock twitches with each thrust of your fingers, until, finally, he lets out a long groan as he arches his body up, and his cock twitches in his underwear once last time before spilling his seed all over himself, seeping through the fabric.

Your eyes are wide in shock as you watch your lord come undone before you, so, slowly, you retract your fingers, and you look up at him with a mouth covered in blood and your hands covered in blood, too, but, despite the shock, you feel prideful, knowing that you've made this beautiful God before you crumble and come undone like no one else has before.

He huffs, trying to catch his breath, but, before he can say anything, you decide to finally give him his final wish and heal him.

You place your hands over his abdomen where the wound is, and his muscles tense. You close your eyes, letting your cursed energy flow from you and out of your hands, onto his wound that fixes him, healing him completely. You retract your hands, looking up at him as you wait for him to speak.

Finally, he breaks the silence and looks at you, reaching out to cup your face. He brushes his thumb over your bloody lips.

"What a wonderful worshipper you are, sweetheart."