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Hewwoo, how are you? Are you ever going to write again on here?

hii anon !! i'm great, i have started my masters degree in clinical psychology and life is good! and yes, i will definitely post the fics i have been working on soon :3

lots of love xx

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yes.

i love reader. idc if she’s a bimbo or a crybaby or a little unhinged. good for her tbh. i love her in all shapes and forms. she is barbie. she is a doctor and a student and a barista and she can take five dicks at the same time. what a beautiful world we live in.

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yeah rushed this out gn everyone

me to you

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is this your girl? ━ satoru gojo x fem!reader x suguru geto

synopsis: you love your boyfriend, you truly do. but your heart has always belonged to them, right? ━ and not only your heart.

warnings: MDNI! cheating, polyamory, unprotected sex, oral sex (both female and male receiving), cunningulus, threesome (there is also romance between satoru&suguru), suguru has a tongue piercing, praise kink, lots of pet names, creampie, they're in love your honor. i just needed some plot.

a/n: is it okay if i use this as a coping mechanism? no? alright. enjoy bubs<3

word count: 2k

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!!

You love your boyfriend, you really do. You've been together for a whole year now, and it couldn't be more perfect: he's sweet and caring, asks you whether you got home safe, and showers you with gifts. He isn't much of a jealous type and gives you a lot of space, which you appreciate since you're used to hanging out with your friends a lot. 

Yet, whenever you are with him, you feel suffocated by his presence. It's almost like something is missing, and he doesn't get it ⎯ it's frustrating. That small, insignificant detail has got you all worked up.

He doesn't satisfy you at all. At all. And not like sex is everything in a relationship, though you can't really remember the last time he touched you. But you still love him, right?

You still love him even when you leave him alone at the party, making him look everywhere for you as the loud music blasts through the thin walls. He searches in vain, since it seems like you have evaporated: he clearly remembers seeing you talk with your two best friends before losing sight of you.

Gojo Satoru, and Geto Suguru. He's perfectly aware that these two names only bring problems — after all, they are the captain and vice-captain of the college's basketball team. They are so self-absorbed and all the girls throw themselves at their feet just to be looked at in the face once.

But they are your friends, you've known each other since elementary school, so he shouldn't be worried. Right?

You still love him even when you lock yourself in one of the rooms with your two best friends, your bodies steaming hot from the night of dancing and drinking — the strong odor of vodka intoxicating you.

You still love him as you unbutton Satoru's white shirt, the linen fabric stained in lipstick, while Suguru leaves a trail of wet kisses on your neck. "You smell so fucking good, princess. Is this the Dior perfume I gave you for your birthday?" He coos in your ear.

"So, so pretty." Satoru groans before pulling you into a sloppy kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. A shy moan escapes your lips as Suguru pulls your skirt up, crouching down to place soft kisses on your thighs, teeth nibbling on your exposed skin.

He leaves evident marks ━ he wants everyone to know you belong to him, to them.

"Mmh, Sugu—!"

You whimper as the dark-haired's face reaches your sweet spot, tongue resting on your pussy through your pink-laced panties. The tip of his tongue presses on your clit, his saliva mixing with your arousal damping that area. His mouth is so warm, but you need more than that.

You attempt to pull his head closer to your heat, grabbing him by his perfectly combed hair. He furrows one brow, slightly amused.

"You're so needy," he smirks as he plays with the hem of your panties, making you quiver in anticipation, "Aren't you ashamed?"

"Mmh, our pretty girl is desperate to be fucked."

"Wanna suck my cock, baby?" Satoru purrs, teeth nibbling and playing with the lobe of your ear.

This does not sound like a question, but rather a command. You don't hesitate to nod, already drunk on their attention, and Suguru does not waste any time: he swiftly places his hands on your hips, laying you down on the mattress and spreading your legs.

Your panties are gone by now, and your throbbing cunt is exposed to a hungry-looking Suguru. You catch him licking his lower lip as he takes in the soaked mess before him. So fucking pretty, and so fucking his.

"You're so wet for me, princess."

"Wow, I can see that from here. Such a good girl."

Your attention shifts to Satoru as he grabs a handful of your hair, yanking your head to the side. His cock rests against your cheek, and he gently rubs it against it; it's so warm, and big, you're afraid you won't be able to take it all – although you perfectly know that Satoru will make you.

"Now show me how good you suck my cock."

You twirl your tongue around the tip, careful not to break eye contact with him throughout the whole process ━ his eyes are such a pretty blue, and they draw you in like a magnet. Satoru exhales through his nose, throwing his head back when you take half his length into your mouth.

"Look at that," Suguru murmurs as he lays between your thighs, lightly blowing on your pussy just to watch you react to the absence of contact. "Does he taste good?"

Yes ━ yes, he fucking does. You wish you could reply to him, but that sentence seems to have made Satoru harder. He suddenly pushes himself into your mouth, tip scraping your uvula, balls slapping your chin. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you try your best to stop your gag reflex.

"Fuck, mmh-! Y/N, just like that." He starts fucking your mouth, the taste of his precum on your tongue.

You can't get enough of it. You can't get enough of them ━ and there is no guilt whatsoever as you let them spoil you, toy with you however they want. You don't feel bad for your boyfriend, oh you're not even thinking about him.

No, you're not even thinking right now.

"You gonna make her wait more?" Satoru gazes at his best friend, hands firmly holding your head. "I want to see you eat her out."

That's when Suguru's lips finally latch onto your cunt, his tongue lapping at the bud of your clit before starting to suckle. The contact with the cold metal of his piercing makes you quiver, rocking your hips in an attempt to get away. But he won't budge, holding you down.

His hands are securely gripping your hips, leaving marks of his fingers carved on your skin, and your sweet juices are dripping down his chin. Your mind is getting foggier.

Satoru's mouth goes dry as he watches. You, on the other hand, slap his thigh multiple times, and he lets go of you: you're finally able to breathe in some much needed oxygen, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to his cock.

"That's so fucking hot." He groans as he places his thumb into your mouth, and you suck on it. Puppy eyes looking up at him – you're so cute, Satoru wants to fuck you senseless.

Suguru runs his tongue through your slick folds, thumb drawing small circles on your clit. You throw your head back, fingers gripping the sheets. The air is so thick, imbued in their colognes, you think you're losing it.

"Your pussy is so sweet," he sucks on your labias again, dark-brown eyes meeting your glistening ones, "Best I have ever had."

You can hear Satoru scoff playfully. He places his forearms under your armpits and drags you up the bed, earning an annoyed look from Suguru.

"Yeah, yeah," The white-haired turns you on your stomach, belly pressed on the mattress, and ass sticking up. "Bet she wants to be fucked now, right baby? Wanna be fucked so bad, huh?"

The position is so embarrassing, he can see everything. You mewl as you move your hips from side to side.

"Y-yess, mhh ━ please, 'Toru, fuck me."

"She's so cute, right, Suguru?"

"I'm almost jealous you get to fuck her first," he replies and kneels right in front of you, "But at least I can see the look on her face."

You can feel him position his cock at your entrance, it slips a few times because of how wet you are. You hum, hiding your face in the softness of a pillow ━ your cheeks are burning up, you can feel their eyes on you.

Satoru slams himself into you, your soft walls gripping his cock. You open your mouth, but not one sound escapes your lips ━ it felt so good it left you speechless. He doesn't move, letting you adjust for a few seconds.

Suguru smirks. He wishes he could fuck you both at the same time.

Satoru starts pounding relentlessly, and by now you're a moaning mess. One hand placed on your lower abdomen, and one firmly encircling your neck, he lifts you up until your back is pressed against his chest.

You can clearly see Suguru now ━ he's stroking his cock, droplets of sweat on his forehead, the arousal making his cheeks blush. Satoru can feel your pussy clench, and he goes deeper with the thrusts.

"Please, p-please..." You manage to babble, arms stretching out toward Suguru. He notices, and rests a hand on your nape, before pressing his lips against yours. He's incredibly sweet ━ you can taste yourself on his tongue.

"Me too." Satoru begs, and Suguru kisses him too. Then you turn your head, and kiss Satoru. Then, the cycle repeats.

Suguru then raises the top you're wearing to uncover your pretty breasts. He massages them, pressing them together before twirling his tongue around your nipples. He sucks on them, his piercing making you feel more sensitive.

"Wanna feel her too." Suguru sounds desperate as he glances at his best friend.

Your belly feels empty for a second, and before you can realize it you're laying on your back again, legs spread over Suguru's shoulders. He places a few kisses on your calves, then bites your skin. Your head is resting on Satoru's lap – and if you look up – you can see his cock coated in your juices.

"I fucking love this view." He murmurs — and by that you know what he means. It's not a secret the three of you have loved each other for the longest time, but you have always tried to avoid it as long as you could.

But the tension between you was unbearable, and now, you feel like in heaven on earth.

Suguru wastes no time, he wants to feel you so bad. He pushes his girth into your already abused pussy, cock throbbing — fuck, you feel wonderful. It's easier to lose control when you're sticking your tongue out, stroking Satoru's length with one hand. His thrusts grow faster and deeper, low groans escaping his mouth.

"Fuck, baby. I'm almost there." Satoru puts his hand on yours, helping you stroke his cock.

"Hahh... fuck, you look so pretty, all spaced out like that." Suguru holds your legs together firmly, unheavenly squelches getting louder as he rams into your pussy. "Such a good girl – can I cum inside you, princess?"

You're a babbling mess, unable to fully comprehend what he's saying — your vision is blurry, and you feel the heat of your orgasm growing in your belly. You can't take it anymore, squirting all over Suguru's chest.

That's the only thing it takes. Satoru grunts and releases stripes of milky cum on your face and breasts, whereas Suguru's thrusts get sloppier before he finally finishes inside of you, filling you up.

Silence falls upon you, and only your hammered breaths can be heard. Suddenly, Satoru lets out a giggle and lies down next to you. "I can't believe it took you this long to realize you didn't need that 'boyfriend' of yours."

Suguru pulls out of you, letting his cum leak and drip on the sheets. He lies on his side and places a kiss on your temple. "It's not like he deserves you, anyway."

You chuckle. "Were you guys jealous?"

"Satoru was — he couldn't stop whining about it."

This earns a dramatic, loud and exaggerated gasp from Satoru – who's caressing your hair.

"Don't listen to him, Y/N. I'm not whiny."

You watch them bickering and can't help but smile. You never thought you loved them so intensely, and yet you have given in to your sinful desires.

As Satoru tries his best to turn the situation in his favour, causing Suguru to cover his ears, the door to the room suddenly opens. Your expression distorts into one of confusion: Satoru had locked the door, right?

"What the fuck, man!" A guy exclaims as he stands in the doorway, a pure look of shock on his face, and your "boyfriend" right next to him.

"Is this your girl?"

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small update 🍓 ! i MIGHT post tonight, so be ready... or not? lmao

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the thought of being sandwiched between suguru and satoru crosses my mind every now and then, but i think it's just me

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ʚ heartburn ෆ ✧ ; suguru geto has left, that happened many years ago. but when all of a sudden he texts you back, hinting to an urgent matter you have to discuss, you accept out of curiosity. but we all know the story of how curiosity killed the cat. | manipulation, unprotected sex, teasing, vaginal penetration, slapping, creampie, dirty talk, use of pet names, praise kink, begging kink, dark & suggestive themes, mentions of death ;

ʚ ripped threads ✧ ; "... you have definitely lost your mind and you wonder if there ever is a turning back from this — if you will ever find a way to cut the thread that has inevitably tangled itself around your heart." | spoilers if you have only watched s1 of jjk, angst, dark & suggestive themes, mentions of death ;

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WAIF WHAT HAPPENED IN THE ENDING DID SUGURU DIEEE NOOOO I WANT MOREEE

well !! it's really up to you to imagine, dear anon <33 (i live for tragic love stories 🤓 ) BUT i will definitely keep writing for suguru and keep breaking your little hearts </3

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I might be askin for to much and im sorry if i an ml

Buttttt🙊🤭Can u make a whole chapter for the heartburn u wrote w suguru… like more parts of it😩😫

(: 👉👈 :> Also give us some of getos pov?🤭 i was reading the 2nd part at collage im addicted ngl💅

hi bub!! i'll definitely write more for suguru, that's for sure. i dunno if you mean another part with smut connected to the fic, but the second part kind of ended the whole little story i had in mind. don't worry tho, i have a lot of new things in mind that mention more of suguru's pov rather than the reader!! thank u so much for supporting my work<3<3

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😈😈 maybe i'm up for a treat this week, and maybe it has something to do with satosugu

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ripped threads — suguru geto x fem!reader

ᯤ part two of heartburn; you have to read part one to understand the situation in this one.

pairings: suguru geto x fem!reader, platonic!satoru gojo x reader (only mentioned)

synopsys: "... you have definitely lost your mind and you wonder if there ever is a turning back from this — if you will ever find a way to cut the thread that has inevitably tangled itself around your heart."

warnings: spoilers if you've only watched season 1 of jjk! also i don't really mention the lore in its entirety! pure angst (tinies amount of fluff), slight mentions of death (major character!), dark & suggestive themes !!

a/n: i cried while writing this. i love him so much it hurtss, i decided not to add smut just because i want to hurt them further. pls enjoy and let me know!!<3<3

word count: 2k reading time: 8 minutes

It has been a few weeks since you have last seen him, and you can still reminisce how his lips felt on yours — not too rough, warm to the touch and with a sweetness you had never expected. 

You thought he would taste of tears, ashes or alcohol. You vividly remember how as teenagers the sharp aftertaste of nicotine on your tongue would make you wrinkle your nose. Yet, his lips were a delicacy you wish you could savour every day. 

You realize how much you love being held by him, inebriating yourself with his scent drenched in incense with just a hint of conditioner. You love it, but not quite: his perfume is suffocating, flooding your lungs until it washes over your brain with a wave of past memories you only wish you could forget. It reminds you of your lost youth, reminds you of his former self. It reminds you of your Suguru.

"Y/N." Satoru utters — he knows, how could he not? You have changed and the bags under your eyes are more prominent. You haven't been sleeping well, or maybe you haven't been sleeping at all.

"Have you seen him?"

"No."

"Have you been sleeping?"

"Yeah."

Your eyes stare at the ceiling as you lay on your best friend's bed. It's enough and he doesn't investigate further — although he notices how your thigh trembles and how you nibble your nails. He doesn't want to force it out of you even if he wishes he could just tell you to drop the act. And you know he's aware of what happened, yet it's easier for the both of you to act like you don't.

Your friendship with Satoru is one full of yets and what-ifs, but this doesn't seem to bother either one of you. He sometimes texts you out of nowhere and asks you to hang out, or calls you simply to know whether you got home safe. You appreciate it, but what you're feeling is nothing the Six-Eyed can fix. 

There's nothing left to fix.

For the past few weeks, you've been waiting in front of your doorstep. It's December, and the frost has covered everything in a thin line of white — it's really cold, but a few more minutes won't do you much harm. The wait has become your nourishment.

You hope for just a glimpse of him, yet your eyes are always met with nothing but the tiny flakes of snow falling down the sky. You hope for him to visit you back even if it's to hurt you even more. You're so desperate for him, you accept the twisted fate of his presence only bringing mysery upon you.

But if it's him, you would welcome even Death.

You sigh and a small cloud of vapour disperses into the air. You have definitely lost your mind and you wonder if there ever is a turning back from this — if you will ever find a way to cut the thread that has inevitably tangled itself around your heart.

"You will catch a cold in this weather."

The phrase is enough to make your heart skip a beat. You turn your head and your gaze softens at the sight of him: if only you had enough strength, you would push him away, you would shut your door and forget about him. Yet, the only thing you yearn for is for him to hold you in his arms.

"Suguru." You murmur, his name a reminder of the absurdity of your situation. "You're here."

He doesn't respond. He's standing at the entrance of your garden, hands in the pockets of his coat and long strands of hair covering his face. There's something extremely beautiful about his figure standing out in the whiteness of the snow; it's almost as if he's an apparition, some sort of miracle.

"I shouldn't be."

You bite the inside of your cheek — the few meters separating you feeling like a valley of unsaid words.

"But you are."

A low chuckle. "Yeah, I am."

An awkward silence follows and it almost feels like the world has frozen as the two of you stand in front of each other, eyes observing and analyzing every detail of your bodies.

"I came to say goodbye." He states, his attention fully on you. You look extremely fragile while playing with your fingertips, your skin exposed to the cold. He would take your hands and kiss them until they stop trembling. He would, but he does not.

"Where are you going?"

The innocence in your inquiry inflames his heart with a warmth he hasn't experienced in years.

"Nowhere," he takes some steps forward, his boots leaving footprints in the snow, "But I think it's better this way."

"You think?" You scoff and that doesn't surprise him. "So you came here just to abandon me again?"

"I'm not abandoning you... I'm setting you free."

You're taken aback. You see how his expression softens for a moment, his body merely a few centimetres from yours. He stretches out his arms and puts his hands on your shoulders, tightening the grip on them.

"Please let me do that, Y/N. Allow me to do that for you."

What he's asking of you is impossible — actually, it's extremely selfish. You've craved his touch for years, you've wished to know where he was or if he was okay, and now that you've finally got him back he wants to slip out of your life again. It's cruel.

Sorrow does not take long to mingle with resentment. You push him back, although he does not flinch much. He expects this from you, it's only natural.

"Have you ever cared about what I think? About what I want?"

"Caring about what you think or what you want won't change anything, Y/N. What do you want me to do?"

You turn around and head to open the front door, tears threatening to spill from your eyes, unwilling to reveal that he has succeeded in his intent to destroy you once again.

You try to slam the door behind you, though this does not happen. His hand holds it firmly, you lift your gaze and meet his eyes: there is no understanding, but you decipher an undertone of desperation hidden in the intensity of his expression.

"Do you want me to erase the things I have done? The people I have killed?" There's urgency in his tone as he furrows his brows, "I can't fix the irreparable, Y/N, there's nothing left to fix anymore."

Your lips tremble, reality catches you off guard and nearly takes your breath away; you are still struggling against his strength, in a mere attempt to close the door. But by now he is inside your house and there is nothing more you can do except listen to him. If you could get at least one sound out of your mouth right now, you would.

Suguru runs a hand through his black locks — they look extremely silky and soft. He exhales sharply, and you do too: you realize you have been holding your breath.

"You said you didn't care," your voice only a whisper, "When I said that I didn't love you. You said you didn't care."

"I do care, I never stopped." He confesses as he lifts your chin with his index. "That's why I have to do this, I can't be selfish anymore, not if it's you."

You want to believe him, you wish you could. You really want him to care as much as you have cared for the past decade. Yet, despite his words of sweetness akin to honey, you can't help but notice their bitter aftertaste.

But you find yourself to be inescapably addicted to that bitterness only he can serve you. You want your heart to be broken, if it's him who's tearing it piece to piece.

Your breaths are the only sound heard, if you could hear the pounding of your hearts, then you would probably understand the effect you have on each other. Suguru hesitates before his hand caresses your cheek, the tenderness makes you quiver.

"Please, hate me. I need you to hate me, to forget me."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, the sincerity in his voice alarms you.

"I can't. I never did, I never would."

As you say that, he places one hand on the small of your back, pushing you toward him before his arms encircle your figure. He presses you against his chest, holding you close as if it were the last time, as if uniting in one hug all the years you have been apart. Your hands shyly find his back, until your fingers clutch the fabric of his coat.

That familiar scent of incense relaxes the muscles in your limbs.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, but I don't want you to forgive me. There is no need for you to do that."

His voice is hoarse in your ear, his warm breath makes your heart sink into an ocean of memories.

"There really is no space for us in this world, isn't it?" A wobbling smile manifests on your lips, undaunted tears carve your face.

You're still clinging onto hope, still clinging onto the ghost of him.

"If only I could have saved you," You run your hands through his hair, "if only I could have prevented what you've become. Do you think– do you think there could have been a world where we are happy?"

"There..." He hesitates trying to find the right words, but soon realizes there is no right way to say that, "There is no world where we are happy, but there is also no world where I don't love you."

He pulls his bust away to look at your face, his lips come close to your forehead where he places a kiss. He keeps talking, relishing every remnant of you in your sweet scent.

"My soul will always ache for yours, no matter where you are."

Suguru cups your cheeks and selfishly decides to kiss you one last time, breaths synchronizing and bodies longing for each other's warmth. This is the irony of your love: you are like the Sun and the Moon up in the same sky but never to meet, like two galaxies that are destined to increasingly stray away from one another.

"Promise me that as soon as I walk out this door, you won't think of me no more." He pleads, and you subconsciously shake your head but he holds you firmly. "You won't look for me, you will forget me — promise me that."

If only you understood that he never wanted that. He never wanted to abandon you, to disappear out of your life, to hurt you; Suguru Geto only wants to be by your side, to live a happily ever after he knows will never exist.

He only wants to be yours. Yet, he has to sacrifice that to save you from drowning along with him. He has done that ten years ago, and he has to do that again. Just for you, only for you, always for you.

You slightly nod, not finding enough strength to speak. Maybe not even finding the words anymore.

"You were always this stubborn." He pats your head and chuckles, the corners of his lips curving into a genuine smile.

The warmth of him is suddenly replaced by the coldness of his absence; you don't even hear the door close, but you know he is gone.

. . .

December 24th. Christmas Eve of 2017.

You realize from the look of him that Satoru did not come to you without a reason. There is always a reason, only this time it is different: he is standing in the doorway and his eyes seem lost on the details of your room rather than on you. He cannot look you in the face, how could he?

Your ears start ringing as he speaks, his words becoming muffled. Your legs become extremely mushy and your knees give out — you try to hold on to something that is not there, while a hand clutches at the height of your heart.

The thread entangling your heart coming loose. Somewhere, in another world, Suguru Geto smiles.

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It u dont make a pt2 of heartburn ill explode and die, waitin👹💅

hi anon!! i'm actually working on it <3<3 hopefully you'll like it and it won't disappoint you!!

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heartburn — suguru geto x fem!reader

synopsis: suguru geto has left, that happened many years ago. but when all of a sudden he texts you back, hinting to an urgent matter you have to discuss, you accept out of curiosity. but we all know the story of how curiosity killed the cat.

warnings: MDNI! basically smut with a bit of plot, angst in the beginning, mentions of death, suguru is sadistic, praise kink, begging kink, use of pet names (such as love, dove, sweetheart, princess, etc.), manipulation, unprotected sex, teasing, vaginal penetration, slapping, creampie, dirty talk, suguru is just cruel, angst at the end. it might have left space for a part two? who knows

a/n: this is a repost! hope u like it hehe <3<3

The sheer lightness of being was something extremely unfamiliar for a sorcerer. Your existence was inexorably intertwined with a fate that was, to say the least, cruel, and at the mere age of sixteen — in the very spring of one’s life, it all felt excessively tragic.

You couldn’t really retrace the rapidity of how it happened, but although death should have been a gradual concept to learn for a group of teenagers, it loomed over you; watching from afar like a predator does with its prey, and when you least expected it, it would engulf you like a cruel serpent, completely stealing your breath away.

As soon as the spring of your youth was abruptly shattered – reduced to ashes by an uncontrollable fire – you realized you had lost Suguru as well.

Perhaps out of denial or maybe as a form of protection, you had always told yourself that noticing the pain Suguru was going through had been impossible: after all, you were suffering too. In fact, everyone was suffering, but none of you shared the experience of pain with each other.

You suffered in silence in the darkness of your rooms, in the emptiness of a classroom, but you couldn’t show weakness for fear of weakening each other as a result. Yet, you realized – now almost ten years since the events that had mercilessly changed your life – that all that “care” would amount to nothing. You and Suguru had already lost from the start. When he had decided to leave your life completely, he himself had said that ’it was going to happen anyway, eventually’.

It was at that particular moment that you focused on the details of his face: purplish dark circles dominated the lower part of his eyes, which you had always admired before as they were brimming with love, now devoid of any emotion.

You loved him and, truly, you had loved him ever since you sat next to him in class. His stature and expression might have seemed intimidating to everyone, but having him beside you conveyed a sense of… safety; the first time he cracked a small, soft smile at you, your cheeks ignited and your heart drummed in your chest so hard you feared it might burst from your ribcage. Suguru was kind, and always addressed you in a low but delicate tone, as if he feared that raising it even a little would shatter you.

Sure, you had fallen in love, but Suguru had fallen harder. He loved the way your eyes would slowly trace the pages of your favourite book, their intense colour lit by a ray of nomadic sunshine. He loved the tenderness of your fingertips on his scalp and the way you could send shivers down his spine just by running your hand through his hair. He loved the way your voice syllabled his name, it was pure music to his ears. Suguru loved you, but you both knew it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, because the world he so yearned to create was much more valuable than you.

The stabs that his words had inflicted soon gave way to a disturbing sense of guilt: if you had realised this earlier, could you have changed the course of the story? Could you have prevented his transformation into a mass murderer? Could you have saved the Suguru Geto you knew? The questions plagued your mind, never to be answered.

And just as the first love of your youth walked out of your life, his silhouette growing smaller, that sense of guilt which tormented you morphed into disgust. Spring had come to an end, making way for a long winter.

〔From Suguru Geto〕 : there are some urgent matters we have to discuss. i’ll come to your place.

He’s sitting on your couch, manspreading. His arms crossed over his chest and his head slightly tilted back, eyes firmly glued on you; his gaze is unbearable, and that mocking grin on his face does not help your cause.

You want to punch him so badly, to scream and yell at him, to ask him why on earth he has decided walk back into your life after so long: but it was you who had allowed him to do it, who had opened the front door for him despite your hands shaking — your mind trying in vain to stop you, to warn you that what you were about to do was morally wrong.

Surely, you won’t be able to look the others in the face any more, not after you have welcomed a criminal into your home, a murderer whom everyone wants dead.

“So, cat’s got ya tongue?”

You take in the last drag of your cigarette, now consumed, savoring the remnants of nicotine tingling your brain. You want to snap back at him for asking such a dumb question, what are you supposed to say? Welcome him back like nothing happened? Throw a party?

“I have nothing to tell you, Suguru. Rather, it was you who texted me out of nowhere,” You acknowledge that you have raised your voice slightly, as if just hearing him speak irritates you to your core, “So speak.”

“Mhmh, you really haven’t changed much, have ya?” His smirk only grows bigger, like he is getting amused at that sight of you. “You still get heated up pretty quickly, I see.”

You scoff, an expression of sheer disbelief on your face. “Seriously, Suguru?” It hadn’t even been ten minutes and he was already taunting you; you hated him, hated that he was treating you like that after breaking your heart, hated that he was breaking it once more right after you had managed to glue the pieces back together. “Listen here, Geto,” and he raises an eyebrow, the smirk slowly vanishing, as if your use of his surname had wounded his pride, “What on earth do you want from me? You don’t show up for years and now you’re here, acting like nothing’s wrong and, and…”

“… And that hurts your feelings, love?”

A stab in the chest would have hurt less, you think. But right now all the suffering you’ve gone through erupts into an anger that blinds you. “You better not fuck with me or I’ll make you regret coming here.”

Silence suddenly drops in your living room, and for a moment the black-haired man remains stunned, blinking. Then, much to your surprise, he starts laughing: it’s that kind of laugh that pierces right through you and rumbles in your chest. However, you don’t understand why a part of you doesn’t mind.

You sit still, unable to utter a single word, an overwhelming feeling of shame washing over you.

You are currently sitting on two different sides of the room, however you now realise that you are actually extremely close. He shakes his head and leans forward slightly until one of his hands rests on your knee. The cool skin of his palm makes direct contact with yours. You quiver. Dammit, you think, did I really have to wear shorts today?

“Oh my, who thought you threatening me would be so cute?”

“Cut it out, Suguru, or else-”

“Or what, sweetheart? Will you snap my neck?” Suguru grabs your wrist, completely disregarding the strenght he does that with, and brings your hand to his neck, wrapping your palm around it. He applies some pressure, and it looks like he’s enjoying that.

“Or will you pierce my chest?” He then leads your hand to his chest, pushing it right over his heart, so hard that you feel his heartbeat vibrate on your skin. “Scream at me that I’m a jerk, that you have every reason to hate me — because you fucking do, Y/N.”

He pulls you in, so close the points of your noses are almost touching, and you feel his minty breath on your face. You should push him away, you really should, but you don’t want to.

“I really do.” You’re barely able to breathe out, lips chapped up.

You are essentially sitting on his lap, Suguru’s hand finding a way to the back of your thigh, squeezing your flesh. You let out a surprised squeal, and he knows he has you wrapped around his finger.

“I can see that” He responds, deep-brown eyes locked on you. “My sweet, sweet, little dove.”

Before you know it, Suguru closes the gap between the two of you, mouths clasping together. The kiss you share isn’t in any way chaste, and it doesn’t take long for you to start feeling breathless.

His hand caresses the abused spot he has just grasped, before cupping the curve of your ass, boldly ignoring the pink fabric of your shorts. The action makes your cunt throb, and you feel ashamed that not wearing a bra underneath your shirt had caused your hardened nipples to be so exposed.

“Suguru, please…” You beg, yet at this point you’re not sure what you’re begging for.

“Mhmh, I didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart. Can you repeat that for me?”

You know this has to stop, you are perfectly aware of that and the situation on its own is seriously unbelievable. Have you lost your mind? You have to tell him before it’s too late, you have to…

Smack.

The impact of his palm on your butt is sudden, but it takes your breath away for a second. Your mouth slightly parts, yet there is no sound coming out of it. You’re taken aback.

“I think I asked you to repeat yourself, haven’t I?”

He sticks his tongue out, tracing a vertical line along your neck, viciously nibbling on your sensitive skin as his hand rubs circles on your aching butt. His teeth then reach your earlobe, sending inebriating vibrations throughout your core.

You hesitate, and he slaps you again, this time it stings so much you bury your face into the crook of his neck. You bite the bottom of your lip, exhaling.

“P-Please, Suguru…” Stop it, let go of me, “Please, fuck me.”

He chuckles, and gently grabs you by the back of your neck, only to connect your mouths again. “You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs in a husky voice before sucking on your lower lip, releasing it with a light pop, “I missed you so fuckin’ much.”

As he pulls away, a thin thread of saliva separates you. Suguru’s hands grab the hems of your Kuromi shirt, uncovering your breasts, and he wastes no time as he starts sucking on the hardened buds.

“S-Suguru, mhhh…”

Your hands firmly grip his shoulders, head tilted back in pure bliss. You are drenched, and Suguru is quick to notice that: with a swift movement - which produces yet another squeal from you - he has you laying down, back against the soft cushions of the sofa.

You feel extremely defenseless as he positions himself above you, arms secured at the sides of your waist. You take a moment to admire how his long hair gracefully drops down, perfectly framing his face.

“I forgot how pretty you looked underneath me.”

He hums, and this has you clench your thighs together, yearning for some so much needed friction. Suguru then leans forward and places a soft kiss to your temple, and at the same time, his hands roughly grasp your legs to separate them exposing your drenched shorts.

“Would you look at that, already so wet for me, aren’t ya.”

You glance away for a mere second, your eyes scanning your surroundings just not to look at him. However, before you can tilt your head back in place, his mouth is on your clothed pussy: the warmth of his breath makes you throb in anticipation, as he taunts you, sucking on the fabric of your pyjamas.

Suguru adores the way you whimper, hips moving relentlessly as you attempt to grind against his mouth — needing more than what he is giving you. Yet, seeing you struggle for his attention makes his cock twitch. He pulls down your shorts, playing a little with your lace panties before leaving you completely naked.

“You’re so wet, princess, so fucking needy. You want my cock so bad?”

You let out a loud moan as he slides his fingers through your slick, coating them in your sweet juices. You don’t respond, and that seems to displease him, because he suddenly stops.

You’re about to protest when a stinging pain vibrates throughout your cunt, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, your first instinct is to close your legs. But Suguru slaps you across your pussy again, a stern look on his face, eyes entirely darkened.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y-Yes!” You whimper, the pain fading away all too quickly.

“Yes, what, mh?”

“Yes, yes I want your cock- please…”

“What do you want, again?”

He was tormenting you, knowing to be the only one in control of the situation. But you were a mess already, and you really wanted him, no, you needed him.

You stretched out your arm, hand groping his bulge making Suguru inhale through gritted teeth.

“I-I want your cock to fill me up, Suguru.”

Normally, you would wish you could wipe off the grin that had formed on his face. Yet, as he starts rubbing his tip against your folds, you forget about all that. Your ankles are positioned on his shoulders and his hands grasp your waist tightly, probably leaving marks as a result. He then pushes you into him without any warning, leaving you breathless, and speechless once more.

“F-Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking amazing, princess.” He grunts, taking a moment to feel your plush walls embrace his cock perfectly. “Haven’t felt this perfect pussy in a while.”

“S-Sugu…-”

His thrusts are rough, hips relentless as he fucks deep into you, your walls clenching at his words. It feels so fucking good, and it doesn’t take long before you’re a babbling mess, moaning his name and earning even more mean thrusts from him.

It makes no sense, you should hate him. You should hate the man who abandoned you, who turned his back on you when…

Suguru squeezes your cheeks together, forcing you to look directly at him, eyes locked with his. “Don’t think, you always think too much, pretty,” He then bends your knees with both his arms, literally squeezing you against the couch and his body, angling his cock so deeply that your eyes roll back.

“Look at that, I’m fucking you dumb. You’re such a good girl letting me fuck you dumb like this, huh? I bet you touched yourself thinkin’ about- mmh, fuck!- about me all these years.”

You try your best to nod, incoherent words leaving your lips as your eyes start getting glossy. The lewd squelching sounds his cock makes as he goes in and out of your pussy combined with your sweet mewls are driving Suguru crazy.

He slows down watching the creamy ring formed around his cock, a mixture of his pre-cum and your delicious juices. Then he lifts his gaze to look at you: tongue slightly stuck out, saliva on your chin, tears of pleasure streaming down your face.

“Aren’t you precious? Mhh- fuck, baby, I think I’m close.”

Your walls clench once again as he begins stretching you out once more, steady thrusts slapping against your cunt. The stimulation the friction gives you, and his cock constantly hitting the spot you love most is enough to make you arch your back, shock waves of pure bliss and pleasure making you scream his name.

“Sugu- Suguru… mhhh'love this, love you so much-”

Suguru can’t take it anymore, the sight of you being subdued by him, your body melting into his own as his pace slows down, but the thrusts get harder. Only you can look so heavenly underneath him, and only he can manipulate you however he wants.

He finally reaches his high, throwing his head back as he fills you up with his warm seed, making you reach your second orgasm. His breath is hitched as he pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your over-stimulated pussy. Your forehead is sweaty, and some strands of hair are attached to it, yet you don’t seem to care.

There are no other words exchanged between the two of you, and the silence yet again fills up the room. Your eyes are fixated on the ceiling, and although you can’t see him, you hear him standing up.

“You leaving?”

“Yeah,” he responds without a hint of hesitation in his voice, the tiniest inclination of sympathy, “I have to.”

“So you got what you wanted.” You try your best not to sound hurt, but you can’t hide the piercing pain in your chest. “Is this why you came here, just because you wanted someone to fuck? Was that the urgent matter to discuss?”

A low chuckle, that’s when you sit up on the couch. He’s looking directly at you, the glimpse of a smile you once loved depicted on his lips.

“Not just someone, Y/N.” He corrects you, but it doesn’t make it any better. No, in fact, it hurts even more.

“I didn’t mean it,” you utter, voice only a whisper as you ponder whether it’s worth it or not, to hurt him like he hurts you. “I didn’t mean it when I said that I love you.”

Checkmate, you think. Only, it is not pain that you see morphing on Suguru’s face once your gaze focuses on him again. In return, you receive nothing: his gaze seems to be devoid of all emotion, and that only magnifies the void formed in your chest.

“I can see that.” You look down, fully aware that you have just made a very dangerous mistake. You swallow the knot that has formed in your throat.

“But you see, Y/N, the big difference between you and me…” Suguru crouches down, lifting your chin with his index finger, lips a breath away from yours. “It’s that I don’t care.”

And with that he is gone, once again casting the enormous weight of his absence on your shoulders.

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