#👙💜 can't wait no more

[bleach-your-panties]

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎black-coded reader if you squint, but anyone can read!

✨️warnings: modern university au (4years), jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), messy sex, kinda angsty, but happy ending. y'all should know by now, 18+ and mdni; it's nnn for pete's sake (who's pete?)

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊·🤎first time writing for geto!

✨️banner made by me in pic collage. ✨divider: unknown via picgifs

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎5.1k words

▶️addiction - ryan leslie ft. cassie, fabulous

▶️my boo - usher ft. alicia keys

▶️who booty - john hart ft.iamsu

You and Suguru have been best friends since high school. 

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already. 

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing  of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program. 

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever." 

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick. 

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck. 

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…" 

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up. 

"Okay, I'm listening." 

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts." 

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked. 

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su." 

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester. 

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet. 

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone,  eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."  

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching. 

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school. 

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him. 

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session. 

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed. 

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple 

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him. 

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice 

The way that I like to have you around 

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better 

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break. 

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all  over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study. 

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person 

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about. 

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself. 

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work. 

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad. 

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'. 

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm. 

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in. 

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been. 

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch. 

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed." 

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in. 

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne.  He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close. 

"Stop calling me that." 

"Your name?" 

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. 

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

“It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?" 

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs. 

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me." 

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!" 

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?" 

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please' 

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it 

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it." 

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them. 

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break. 

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table. 

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you. 

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt." 

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention. 

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh, my 

My boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.." 

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?" 

Your reply was immediate: 

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me." 

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?" 

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name? 

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously. 

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go." 

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck." 

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence. 

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly. 

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves. 

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious. 

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

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*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

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#5

Here's Adam!

Notes

He is a huge sweetheart, seriously they're one of the nicest people ever

Loves receiving and giving hugs

His clothing style is kind of goth in a way

They love drawing

However, he's a terrible speller

He is 8'5

Wants to have a good father-son relationship with Victor, but Victor doesn't know how to be a parent in the slightest

30 notes • Posted 2021-07-27 16:48:38 GMT

#4

Besties I made a Uquiz. I can't wait to see who you get!

37 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 12:56:05 GMT

#3

Ok with all the talk about Frankenstein and ABBA it reminds me of the fact of back in early 2020 I had a big brain moment of making the song "Mamma Mia" about Jekyll and Hyde.

In this essay I will-

39 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 13:30:31 GMT

#2

Dippy's Inquiries

I decided to make an all new oc ask game!

Do they have a middle name? If so, what is it and does it have any relevance to anything?

What kind of pet would they prefer?

How would they react to being told, "I love you," romantically or platonically?

What's their zodiac sign?

What is a song you associate with them the most?

What's their favorite movie?

What's their least favorite movie?

What's something that's always stuck with them since they were a kid?

What part of their appearance do they pride themselves in?

What is the most important thing to them?

Who is the most important person to them?

What are their dreams?

If they could wish for anything, what would it be?

What do they do in an uncomfortable situation?

What's their favorite dessert?

What's their favorite kind of weather?

Have they played any sports? If so, what's their favorite?

What's their biggest secret?

Can they sing? If so, are they shy about it or do they proudly show it off?

What's their go-to outfit?

What do they do for the holidays?

What kind of music do they like?

Do they like musicals? If so, what's their favorite?

If they could go back in time and change anything, what would it be?

How would they react if someone told them they were handsome/beautiful/attractive?

How would they react if someone told them they were ugly?

Do they have any allergies?

If they were an animal, what would they be?

What's the worst injury they've gotten?

Free space! Ask anything you want!

76 notes • Posted 2021-11-09 04:22:15 GMT

#1

OC Drawing Ask Game!!!!

I made an all new drawing ask game!!!

😈 draw them as a villain

👑 draw them as a Disney character

💋 draw them with their significant other

👶 draw them as a child/baby

😺 draw them as a cat

🧜‍♀️ draw them as a mermaid

👙 draw them in a swimsuit

🧣 draw them in a winter outfut

🎩 draw them in a fancy outfit

👕 draw them in a casual outfit

😴 draw them in their pjs

😳 draw them being flustered/blushing

📚 draw them in a more canon look

🔃 swap outfits with another character

😡 draw them angry

💆‍♂️ draw them relaxing

💜 you come up with the prompt!

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[bleach-your-panties]

OH HELL YEAH it's raining. Rain gives me energy to write 😅

[bleach-your-panties]

🌃third and final installment to nnn!

🌕banner made by me in pic collage

🌃divider: kaqpsuik via glitter-graphics

🌕warnings: nsfw 18+. mdni. modern au! candy store owner kisuke, established relationship(marriage), kisuke & reader are older adults, reader is female, fluff, angst, marriage/sex troubles, somnophilia/sleepy sex, breeding kink, sweet surprise at the end!

🌃3.1k words (i cannot write short fics lmao)

🌕: dedicated to all the kisuke stans that followed me back in the day. this one's for y'all!

▶️take your time (do it right) - s.o.s band

▶️take you down - chris brown

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let's do it)

come on, baby

ooo-oo, baby

(let's do it)

take your time

(let’s do it)

—-

You hummed to yourself while swinging your hips and sweeping the floor.

The constant sounds of the cash register ringing and jovial customers sending greetings your way made a light smile tug the corners of your lips.

Kisuke, your loving husband of over twenty years now, had owned this candy store for as long as you could remember. 

When you'd first met, you were almost instantly enamored with how well he could relate to all of the children in the neighborhood. 

He was always kind and attentive to them, even managing to remember all of their names, siblings’ names, grades in school, and of course, their favorite candies. 

Kisuke was sort of like the Santa Claus of Karakura Town and this quaint little store was his workshop. 

One could only imagine that the man would be as sweet as the confectionaries that decorated the shelves in his store, and that assumption would be correct.

Sweet, thoughtful, quick-witted, intelligent, and charming were all pretty adjectives to describe your husband.

As well as meticulous, over analytical, overcritical, anal, particular-

Ah, and your favorite:

Workaholic.

“Is there something wrong, Urahara-san?” Your husband's busty, blonde employee asked as she bounced over to where you stood.

Rangiku began working for the Urahara Shoten as a freshman in university; now, fast forward three years and, early next quarter, she'd be graduating with a degree in Fashion Marketing.

“Huh? Oh, it's nothing Rangiku. Now that you mention it though, I am feeling a little lightheaded.” 

You gave her a weak smile and continued your cleaning, but you miscalculated your next step and almost went hurtling face-first into the wooden floor.

“Uh oh. HEY JINTA! URURU!” Rangiku hollered across the shop, alerting some of the customers, but most importantly the two middle-school aged children.

“Take over the sweeping and watch the front counter while I go make Urahara-san some tea.”

The two nodded and Jinta took the broom from you while Ururu replaced your slipper on your foot.

“Thank you dears, I appreciate you both so much.” You kindly nodded to them.

Rangiku began leading you towards the back of the store to the break room. 

“You really shouldn't have to worry so much, Rangiku. I'll be fine, really.”

Despite your protests and reassurances that you were alright, she still helped you settle into a chair before maneuvering over to the kitchenette to put on the kettle for the tea.

Waving her hand dismissively, she only turned around to face you when she wanted to inquire about which tea flavor you'd prefer.

“Ah, well let's see. Ginger sounds nice. I've had an awful bout of nausea along with these headaches and lightheaded sensations.”

She raised a questioning eyebrow at you but you pretended not to notice.

You were sure that you were probably just coming down with something, what with the weather rapidly changing from autumn to winter.

Besides, when was the last time that Kisuke actually took the time to finish inside of you?

He was so busy with the store these days that if he even bothered to make love to you it would be rushed and he'd finish on your tits or ass.

You got lost in your thoughts, going down multiple rabbit holes full of negativity. Wondering if Kisuke even found you attractive anymore.

With a heavy sigh, you laid a hand against your cheek. Rangiku brought over two teacups and a plate of rice crackers.

“Thank you, Rangiku. You really are a lifesaver.”

The warm, ginger tea immediately spread a feeling of healing and nourishment throughout your tired body.

To be honest, you worked just about as hard as Kisuke did in this store, but you usually never let work prevent you from participating in self-care. What was happening to you? 

Rangiku slammed her arm down on the table, making you let out a surprised yip. The teacups rattled from the motion. 

“Now that we're alone, you can finally tell me what's been bothering you, Urahara-san…”

“W-what's bothering me?” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering! 

There's no way that you can tell Rangiku about the issues you and Kisuke have been having in the bedroom.

You brought the cup back to your lips to hide your expression.

—-

you know you ought to slow down

you’ve been working too hard and that’s a fact

sit back and relax a while

take some time to laugh and smile

—-

Bashfully, you scratched at your neck then fiddled with your wedding band - anything to distract yourself from answering the busty blonde’s question.

“Well…it's kind of embarrassing to say, and I don't want to sound like I'm complaining…Kisuke is a wonderful husband and he works so hard.”

Rangiku's palm slapped on the table this time, once again threatening to spill your teacup.

“Ah ha! So it is about that scruffy old man! I knew it!” She wagged a pink-manicured finger at you. 

—-

Kisuke had just returned to the shop. He made a stop at the bank to make some deposits and to order a new book of business checks.

He hung his coat on the rack by the door and greeted some customers before walking up to Tessai who was currently working the register.

“Where's Rangiku and Y/N?” 

Tessa handed a customer their receipt then pushed his glasses up his nose.

“I believe the lady of the house wasn't feeling well, so Rangiku took her to the back to sit down. She was working very hard today, must have tired herself out.”

Kisuke's blonde eyebrows furrowed but he nodded, giving Tessai a simple ‘thank you’ before walking off towards the back rooms.

The shop also doubled as Kisuke and your living area. 

It was set up like a small apartment, just enough space for the two of you to live in comfort.

It wasn't anything flashy - modestly decorated and very homey - for a couple your age.

He began making his way back towards your small home, but promptly stopped when he heard voices coming from the break area.

“You don't have to be embarrassed, Urahara-san. You can talk to me about anything that's troubling you, always. I won't tell a single soul, I swear!”

Rangiku’s boisterous voice, no doubt.

Then your softer, meeker one.

“It’s just that, sometimes, I feel like Kisuke isn't attracted to me anymore. When we make love - if you can even call it that these days - he doesn't even come inside anymore! Oh Rangiku, what do I do? Am I.. am I not attractive enough anymore?” 

Kisuke could definitely hear a wobble in your voice and it made his heart tighten inside his chest.

You really thought he didn't find you attractive?

“Nonsense! You're just as hot as the first day I met you, and if that old fart can't see that then that's his problem, not yours!” 

He could've fallen to the floor. A giant tick mark etched its way onto the side of his blonde head.

Despite Rangiku’s…bluntness…he could understand how you might feel that way. 

Most days, he was exhausted after work and wanted nothing more than to just cuddle up to you and drift off to sleep in your arms. He’d have to admit that making love to you properly had taken a back seat to his hectic work schedule. 

He still tried his best to please you, which is where the quickies came in. 

Being married came with many day to day challenges, but the last thing that Kisuke ever wanted you to feel was that he wasn't attracted to you; god, he's so damn attracted to you.

If he had more time throughout the day, he’d have you pressed up against every surface in that goddamn apartment.

Even though it’s technically eavesdropping, he’s grateful to hear what you'd been too ashamed and uncomfortable to talk to him about. 

Now he knew exactly what he needed to do to make this right.

—-

lay your heavy load down

so we can stop and kick back

it seems we never take the time to do 

all the things we want to, yeah

—-

Later That Night

Once the store had closed for the evening, Kisuke sent all of his employees home and told them not to return the next day, as they would be closed for ‘cleaning.’

No one questioned him (many welcomed the time off, especially Rangiku who'd likely spend the day shopping until she dropped.)

After your chat with Rangiku, you had decided to turn in earlier than you usually did tonight.

You took the time to actually do your skin care routine; it made you feel just a little bit lighter and way more relaxed.

Donning a simple nightdress, you fixed your hair into your bedtime style, slipped your feet into your slippers, and headed off to bed with a cup of tea, this time lavender and chamomile.

—-

Kisuke decided that he’d put off completing some financial reports until tomorrow - tonight he had plans for you and him…

….That was until he came to bed and saw you already fast asleep.

He thought you looked so endearing this way with your arms cradling his pillow as your body laid halfway between yours and his side of the bed.

His slippered feet padded quietly along the hardwood floors, desperately trying to keep his movements subtle enough so as not to wake you.

Kisuke’s cock began to harden in his sleeping pants as he got closer to you: the swell of your ass sitting taut against your nightgown with your hip hiked up just enough so he could see your panties. 

But the thing that had his dick absolutely throbbing was the simple sparkle of the diamonds in your wedding rings. The moonlight trickling in from the bedroom window covered you in an ethereal glow.

You looked like a goddess.

A true sleeping beauty.

A knee sank into the bed, but you were ever the clueless to your husband joining you.

Two thick, muscular thighs enclosed your hips, gently nudging them over until you were laying flat on your tummy.

A rough hand caressed all the way from the ball of your foot, calf muscle, up to the crease behind your knee.

Kisuke hesitated a bit, stopping his movements when you let out a soft sigh.

“Kisuke…”

Oh shit. Was he caught? 

He began to withdraw his actions until a small hand encircled his wrist.

Hooded gray eyes trailed up your form until they met your sleep-filled expression.

Your lips were upturned in a dopey smile, your e/c eyes clouded over with sleep but also lust as you looked at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, my darling? What is it you need from me? Don't be shy now…”

Kisuke’s knuckles dragged along your inner thighs, your slick making it easier for the rough digits to slide against your warm skin.

He pinned you down with one hand on the back of your neck. Your face squished against the cool silk of the pillow as your husband began to tease your folds in preparation for his cock.

“Please, Kisuke…need your cock inside..” You babbled incoherently; your mind was foggy with sleep but still you were cognizant enough of your actions to consent to your husband fucking you.

Kisuke groaned low in his throat behind you, grazing his left ring finger over your clit. The cold metal of his wedding band made your thighs twitch and clamp down around his hand.

“Shh, shh…you will, baby; just be a bit more patient for me, alright?”

Nodding impatiently, you pushed your pussy further against his hand, rubbing your juices against the long, thick digits. 

“So wet, baby. Don't tell me you missed me?” You could hear the stupid smirk in his voice. 

“Stop playing, Kisuke, you-” 

SMACK! 

The flesh of your ass cheek jiggled against his palm, which he then smoothed over the reddening mark. 

“Hush up, woman. I know how to take care of this pussy, been doing it for over two decades now.”

Now he was the one getting impatient as he continued to play with your ass cheeks with his right hand while his left stroked your leaking slit. 

Two fingers, the ring and middle, eased inside your wet hole - making both you and Kisuke moan out loud. 

“Oh yeah, this pussy’s as tight as the first night I ever fucked it, baby…” 

He leaned his upper body over yours to press a kiss into your open mouth. Your tongues swirled together in a passionate, lascivious dance. A dance of two lovers who both yearned for the other so desperately. 

Pulling back for air with a wet ‘pop’, Kisuke removed his fingers from you and used them to stroke his dick. 

“Kisuke...please.”

“Nuh uh, lie back down. Ass up, just how you were. Got a lot to make up for, baby. Let me do it.”

—-

now, baby we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

baby, we can do it

take the time, do it right

we can do it, baby

do it tonight

—-

The slow, calculated movements of Kisuke’s hips grinding you into the mattress had you gripping the headboard for dear life. 

His cock filled you up so well, taking up every inch of space in your lower half. 

You in turn ground back against him, your ass making soft ‘plip plip’ noises from your combined arousals melding between you. 

It was as if the both of you were trying to glue your bodies together so you'd never have to separate from each other again. 

“Fuck, Kisuke…it's so good, baby.”

He would've responded if he wasn't so focused on how hard you were gripping him. How in the hell had he ever managed to keep himself from cumming inside of you? 

With only a few more strokes he'd be filling you up, splattering your walls with his seeds and then pulling out to watch your little cunt struggle to hold it all inside. 

Wait, no. 

No no no. 

He wouldn't let any of it slip out, not a single goddamn drop. 

If anything, he'd use his fingers to plug you up and keep his essence inside of you where it rightfully belonged. 

That's it. That's what he was going to do. He's going to breed you tonight, right here. Right fucking now. 

His hands gripped your neck and peeled your upper body off of the bed. 

You arched into him perfectly as he continued pummeling your pussy from the back. 

The entire bed shook from his enthusiastic movements, and then you felt a sweaty mop of thick, blonde hair press into your shoulder. 

“Need to cum inside you, baby. 'm so sorry, so so sorry, precious. You're all I'll ever need - fuck! - need to fill this pussy up, please let me, baby!”

Your cheeks blushed at the high, desperate tone of his voice and you reached a hand up to grab at his soaked hair. 

Once again your lips slotted together and Kisuke moved one hand between your legs to rub at your clit. 

“Yes, please Kisuke! I need it, need you! I love you, Kisuke!”

That's all it took for him to bust inside you right there.

Ropes and ropes of warm, sticky cum filled your trembling core as both you and Kisuke collapsed to the mattress below you. 

“Fuck, fuck…ah, God…” He was trembling just as much as you were! 

The bed sheets were wet from your combined releases. Kisuke wasn't finished with you, though.

“K-kisuke!”

You groaned his name as said man flipped you over like you weighed two ounces and hooked his forearms underneath your knees.

His heavy cock hung between his legs, drenched in your release with the head steadily dripping more droplets of cum.

He lowered his head to your overstimulated cunt and rubbed his stubble over the rim of your ass.

Your abdomen lurched up, but he pressed you back down by driving his nose into your pubic mound. His strength far outweighed yours, so you had no choice but to lay back and take it.

“This is what you wanted, right? Well you got it. I'm not letting you up until you and this entire fucking bed are soaked in my cum, princess. So let me do it.”

—-

take your time 

ooo, baby, take your time

if it takes all night

you can do it, you can do it, alright

you can do it, you can do it

to the early morning light 

—-

Few Months Later 

“Thank you, please come again!” You smiled cheerfully and handed a customer their bag.

“That's the last one, darling. Time to close up for the night.” Kisuke pressed a kiss against your temple and wrapped his free arm around your waist, with only a slight bit of difficulty.

Ever since your passionate romp in the bedroom a few months prior, Kisuke had implemented a new rule for the store: early close on Thursdays and Saturdays. Today was Saturday.

Once Rangiku, Tessai, and all the other associates had gathered their belongings and wished you both a good night, Kisuke whisked you away into your bedroom and locked the door.

He began unbuttoning his shirt, removing his cell phone from the breast pocket and setting it on the nightstand.

You reclined back against the soft pillows strategically aligned against the headboard.

“Don't forget to take it easy, Kisuke.” You dutifully reminded your eager yet adorable husband. He only smirked in return.

Crawling over to you on the bed, now shirtless and exposing his muscled torso, he grabbed your right foot and began massaging gently. 

A deep sigh left your lips, making him smile. He pressed a kiss to your ankle before raising up onto his elbows.

“Of course, my love. You know I'd never do anything to hurt either of you.” 

His left hand moved to rub over your slightly swollen abdomen.

“You know I think we're going to need to move into a bigger place soon.” You threaded your left hand with his.

“Right you are, beautiful. I've already set the plan in motion, so don't you worry….

“...just lay back and let me take my time and do you right.”

----

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[bleach-your-panties]

🕑part of mine and @suyacho 's nnn. also part of #kinktobercandyshop'23🍭

❤️banner made by me in pic collage

🕑divider: chibiville via glitter-graphics

❤️warnings: 18+, mdni. mentions of funeral proceedings (not detailed), ROUGH sex, degradation, mean!dom matsukawa, forced cum-eating, sex in a hearse, mattsun makes a blasphemous statement

🕑3.3k words

❤️first time writing matsukawa!

▶️what's your fantasy - ludacris ft. shawna

▶️slut me out - nle choppa

Day Before Halloween…

If there was any week that Matsukawa hated to work the most, he would have to say that it would be the week of Halloween.

Some people must just have a sick sense of humor or just not care at all to decide specifically to have their loved one's homegoing on Halloween.

In a way, he could kind of see the novelty behind it. That didn't change the fact that he was pissed the fuck off at all this extra work he'd been given, though.

The family wanted all stops pulled out for this Halloween funeral. Blood-red, white, and black flower arrangements with skull and miniature white pumpkin add-ins, then orange and black flower arrangements with added gourds of varying colors.

"This shit is going to look tacky as fuck." Issei complained under his breath as his co-worker helped him move said flower arrangements to a more suitable position at the family's request. 

"Might as well hang some fake fucking bats from the ceiling while we're at it."

Today was the visitation and, of course, Issei's boss had put him in charge of greeting the visitors and ensuring that the guest book was out for them to sign, and not to mention the flowers that needed to be placed exactly in the correct areas.

He could hardly keep up with all the tasks he'd been given to do and to do alone or with very minimal assistance.

Like the saying goes…when you're good at your job, you get to do your job and the other guy's job. 

Once the flowers were set up, he swiped black ring-covered knuckles across his forehead to catch a trickle of sweat from running down between his eyes.

If it's autumn, why is it so fucking hot? It also doesn't help that he's required to dress in black from head to toe.

At this point, Matsukawa just wanted to get home, peel off these sweaty clothes, and take a long, hot shower. Maybe if he was lucky, you'd be off work by the time he was finished.

—-

His drive home was uneventful and even more drab than usual, but that changed when you decided to Facetime him as you were leaving the office. Olive-colored, upward-slanted eyes roamed over your figure as he watched you get into your car.

You were dressed in a pair of dark, high-waisted slacks with wide legs and a deep maroon, silk blouse with flowing sleeves. Hair and makeup done to perfection and jewelry matched to your ensemble so well that one would think you had a personal stylist. 

Issei could feel his cock hardening through his pants. He could practically smell the perfume you always wore as his mouth began to salivate.

No doubt he was insanely attracted to you, but today something felt different.

With his constant workload, he'd been feeling so uptight and pent up, and since he'd quit smoking (at your request once the two of you had started dating exclusively), he currently didn't have any outlet to release all of that tension.

Your work schedule kept you very busy as well, so when you and Issei wanted to see one another, you both had to plan accordingly.

Because of that, you both haven't even had time to have a date night, let alone have sex.

"Hi, baby. You look tired. Still working hard on that Halloween-themed funeral for tomorrow?" 

Your sweet voice filtered into Issei's ears, making his cock strain even harder against his now too-tight-feeling dress pants.

When he didn't answer for a long time and just kept staring, you had to check your phone to make sure that the app hadn't frozen.

"Issei, baby? Are you alright? Issei!" 

The dark-haired man was still looking, lost in his own world. He'd even pulled his car over to the side of the road so he wouldn't get into a wreck. 

He wants to ruin you.

He wants to fuck you so good and hard that your tears stream down your face like waterfalls and ruin your perfect makeup.

He wants to fuck you so hard that your perfect hairstyle falls out of place as he grips the beautiful strands between his thick fingers and pulls as hard as he can.

He wants to rip your blouse open, rip your bra clean in two and throw the discarded material over his head. Rip the buttons of your pants off, then yank them down and off of your perfect legs with the soft, cotton panties you always wear being his next target as he destroys those as well. Just to get to that wet cunt that always takes his huge cock so well.

He wants to ravage you.

Finally, he snapped out of his reverie when a semi-truck passed by on the highway, the wind from it making his car rock as he sat marked on the shoulder of the road.

"My bad, sweetheart. I just got distracted by how beautiful you look. My day was shit as usual, but that's no longer an issue now that I have your sexy ass in front me." He grinned that big grin that you absolutely love on him. 

Your face immediately went hot and you coughed slightly to clear your throat.

"Always the charmer, you are." That angelic laugh of yours filtered through the phone speaker, making Issei's eyes almost roll into the back of his head.

"We should make plans to get together soon. It's been far too long."

Yes, it has. Far too long.

"Can do, sweetheart. My schedule should free up after the service is over tomorrow; then, you can have me all to yourself." He teased with a bite to that plump, juicy lower lip.

If it wasn't for workplace standards, he'd have gotten it pierced like you'd suggested the first time you two ever kissed.

With a very prominent blush on your face now, you giggled and nodded.

"Okay, I'll be sure to free up my schedule as well and make sure that we'll have no distractions." You sensually flirted.

'Oh, there'll be no damn distractions. I'll make sure of that.' Issei thought to himself.

—-

Next Day. Halloween.

"Yes, thank you for coming."

"So sorry for your loss."

"The funeral professional lineup will start at the driveway of the church, thank you."

Matsukawa had been back and forth all day long finishing up last minute details before the service had officially started at 3:00 pm.

He had been doing his usual duties that were required of him, mostly just ensuring that everything was prepared for the funeral attendees such as the guest book and even helping with setting up for the repast, which would be at the local community center. 

While the funeral was in progress, he was making sure that any loose ends were tied up and that everything was just how the family wanted it.

"Whew, shit. What a day, right Matsukawa? I could really go for a drink and a cig right now. What about you?" His co-worker asked as they both sat down for a well-deserved break after the service completed.

"Mmm, yeah I could go for a drink, but I'll pass on the cig." 

He waved a hand dismissively. The co-worker was about to protest and try to convince him when the sound of heels clicking on the floor made them both snap their heads around.

There you were, clad in a simple, black cocktail dress but you looked anything but simple.

Matsukawa's mossy green eyes stretched open to fully take in your attire: the dress had two thick straps holding it up, and, people always say that black makes you look slimmer, but that dress was fucking suffocating every curve on your body.

The slit up your left thigh was the last nail in the coffin. Issei knew that he had to get you out of here right now, before he ended up bending you over right in front of his unsuspecting co-worker.

"Baby…I was going to pick you up for dinner. It's only," he glanced at his wristwatch, "6:00pm." 

You smiled big, making your cute little dimple pop out and your eyes crinkle at the corners. 

"I know! I was getting ready, and…I was just so excited to see you that I rushed right over here, hoping you might be off of work already."

Oh God, you're so damn cute.

With your little hair done up in a cute updo, a few strands framing your face.

Your jewelry was simple, silver, and shining brighter than the stars in the quickly darkening sky.

Matsukawa had stars in his own eyes as he glorified your presence in front of him. Truly an angel standing right in his face.

And the demon inside of him couldn't wait to destroy every bit of the pure innocence that exuded from your being.

Without another word, he bit down on the middle of his lower lip, sucking the plump flesh between his teeth as he grabbed you by your toned bicep and began dragging you towards the back of the funeral home.

"Issei-? What's wrong, honey, are you-"

"Quiet." He grit between his teeth.

You immediately shut up - you knew what that tone meant. 

With a small smirk, you let him roughly pull you along. Your stiletto heels clicked loudly across the linoleum floors in the empty hallway.

—-

yeah yeah yeah yeah

give it to me now, give it to me now

give it to me now, give it to me now

—-

The foundation of the funeral home was just about ancient. 

It used to be a house belonging to a wealthy family that lived in the area a long time before either you or Issei were born.

The family that owned it decided to renovate it after their elder passed away and thus created your boyfriend's workplace.

It couldn't be denied that it looked a bit spooky, and supposedly the family's elder had passed away in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

But nevermind the lore, because the scariest thing that you would have to deal with right now would be Issei's impatience.

The tugging on your upper arm ceased once you both reached the back of the building.

Issei unlocked the back door with one of his keys and pushed it open.

The cool evening air rushed in and made the hem of your dress fly up a bit.

You were grabbed again by the arms and whisked through the doorway, a surprised yelp leaving your red-glossed lips as you were slammed up against smooth, painted wood.

"Can't believe it took this long for me to get my hands on you." 

He murmured low in your ear, licking the lobe before trailing his tongue down your neck and leaving a slimy trail in its wake.

"Issei, oh…"

"Hmm, saying my name already, pretty girl? I've barely gotten started."

He pulled his mouth off of your neck with a wet suckle and reached to unbuckle his black belt. 

Your little manicured fingers reached out and brushed against his.

"Let me, baby…I want to-"

"No. Hands off of me. On your knees."

He slipped the belt out of the loops and wrapped it around his hand before striking it against your chest.

Once you were on your knees in front of him, the heel of his shiny dress shoe pressed down on your lower back, making it arch.

You hissed as your knees scraped the gravel below you. Issei grabbed a handful of your hair to lift your head up. 

His dick twitched in those tight dress pants when he saw your bright eyes shimmering with the beginnings of tears.

"Are you okay with this? Still remember the safeword?" He asked gently, stroking the belt's cold leather underneath your chin. 

"Mhm, please Issei-"

"Issei?"

"Daddy!" You corrected hastily, "Please Daddy, been needing you for so so long…"

How could he deny his sweet baby girl?

With his hand cradling your chin, he took the belt and looped it around your neck, tugging hard to get you up on your feet.

A strangled gasp gurled from your lips, only making Issei smirk as he began leading you away from the lighted back porch of the building into the open garage where the hearses were parked.

All he had to do was pull open the door to one of them. Who would willingly crawl into one of these? Besides, all of the keys went home with the manager and employees at the end of the workday.

Issei shoved you inside and pinned you down. The hand holding your makeshift leash forced your head against the frosty window.

The distinct sound of rustling fabric made your brain rattle and cunt leak into your satin panties.

"Fuck, stupid fucking zipper!" He griped. No way he was being cockblocked by his own fucking pants right now.

"Aw, you know what. Fuck. It." 

—-

i wanna get you in the back seat, windows up

that's the way you like to fuck

clogged up, fog alert 

rip the pants and rip the shirt

—-

A sharp ripping sounded throughout the enclosed space of the car.

You promptly turned your head, which was a huge blunder on your part.

"Keep your eyes forward, whore. Who said you were allowed to look at me?" 

Issei grabbed a hold of your hair, along with your belt-leash, and smushed your face back up against the window. 

In turn, he palmed his heavy cock in his free hand. He'd ripped the entire zipper from its seam on the front of those ¥215,412 Prada slacks, but he wasn't worried about that right now.

His entire focus was on your wet cunt steadily soaking those teeny little panties, if you could even really call them that.

A rough hand groped the squishy flesh of your ass before smacking it hard enough to leave an angry red mark.

"Hmm, I don’t think I should be the only one to have my clothes ripped, huh Y/N? You can answer.” Issei remarked before spitting on his dick just to give it that extra lube so you could take him.

“Y-yes, Daddy…rip it up.” You whined pathetically, making him smirk.

 In the next minute, you heard another ripping sound; Issei ripped your dress from the hem following all the way up the slit on your thigh, the panties soon following. They fell to the carpeted floor in two thin shreds of black fabric.

He jacked his dick with urgency, smearing pre-cum all over his hand before pulling you from the window to shove you into the corner between it and the seat.

"Fuck, you’re so wet. You like my big dick bullying its way inside that tight little cunt, unh?" Issei huffed next to your ear, encasing you with his larger body and rutting his dick right inside your pulsating heat.

Your arousal dripped around the length of his dick, lubing him up even more. Your combined juices created a lewd sloshing sound as he ground his hips into your backside, trapping you in the corner of the backseat with nowhere to run.

“Mmphh, mhmm..”

"Yeah?” He replied like he could understand your mumbling (he probably could). 

His eyes narrowed farther into tiny slits as he lost his shit, your pussy gripping him like a vice.

“Shit, you're fucking creaming all over me. You wanted this just as much as I did, huh baby?"

He moved his lips from your ear to cover your mouth, slipping his tongue inside to stroke and suckle yours.

Saliva dribbled down both your chins. The entire neckline of your dress was soaked at this point.

Issei moved his lips then from your mouth and licked across your cheek until he got to your earlobe. 

Up, up, up until the tip of his tongue was inside your ear and swirling around.

“O-oh…I-issei…hmmm..” You slipped up again.

SMACK!

“Wrong. What's my name?” 

“Daddy…” 

You didn't dare move to nurse your stinging cheek.

“Good girl…now stay right there while I take my pussy.” 

Getting bored of the belt around your neck, Issei halted his rough thrusting long enough to free your neck.

“Don't get excited, slut. I'm not finished with you.” 

He tugged your arms behind your back and looped the belt through them.

“Arch.” 

So sweet and obedient for him, Issei could hardly believe how well he had trained you.

He planted one knee in the seat while he stood up in your pussy. He used the belt as leverage while pummeling your pussy, making the entire car rock.

The sounds of his dick getting stuck inside your tight, wet hole were no less than pornographic - even more so when he pulled his hips back to free himself from you before diving right back in like an Olympic swimmer.

“Oh God! Issei, please!”

“God? Why are you calling God?”

He didn't slow down his wild thrusting even though his own undoing was upon him. One arm slipped free from your confines, and you used it to push back against his abdomen.

You could tell he was close by how sloppy his thrusts were getting, but he wasn't about to stop. His dick kept slipping out of you, nudging your asshole and bumping against your clit.

“Might as well just keep on calling my name because I'm your God tonight, bitch. Move your motherfucking hand, haaah.” 

“Mmm, I-Issei, I know you're close…cum in me, please Daddy…”

“I-OH FUCK!”

Whoever last used this car didn't close the door all the way, because the two of you went tumbling out into the cold, wet dirt below. 

Luckily, a large flower garden was planted right on the side of the house next to the garage.

You unceremoniously face-planted into a fresh patch of begonias, the dirt still soft and rich.

Issei choked back a laugh and instead moaned - somehow the two of you managed to stay connected and the fall only drove his dick right up against your cervix.

—-

rough sex, make it hurt

in the garden all in the dirt

roll around, georgia brown

that's the way that i like it twerked 

legs jerk, overworked

underpaid, but don't be afraid

—-

“Shit, shit, fuck! I'm cumming!” Issei groaned, his entire body beginning to shake with the force of his orgasm.

You thrust back against him, trying to hurry your own along while you coughed out dirt and red flower petals.

With a strained groan, you heard Issei finally come undone, but you felt a sudden…emptiness.

“W-what?”

A devious smirk covered said man’s face and instead of cumming in your pussy he had cum into his free hand.

“Still want my cum? Here you go, whore.”

He took his large hand and covered your face from your nose down, making you inhale and splutter through the warm, sticky mess.

His thumb, index, and middle finger stretched your jaw open before he leaned over your head to add his final touches - his saliva - to your soiled face.

Once again, he slapped your cheek and then rubbed it before carefully bringing the two of you up and turning you around to face him.

“First time you didn't end up using the safe word. Under that prim and proper facade you're an insatiable bitch.” He smirked and nuzzled the top of your sweaty head.

“What…what the hell was that for?! Why couldn't you just cum inside?!” You griped, using the back of your hand to begin wiping away his mess.

“Because, sweetheart, you kept breaking character, and it's Halloween. I'm on demon time.”

----

*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ 🫶🏽

[bleach-your-panties]

TAKE YOU DOWN》》

👙what: no nut november

👙when: i wont set a deadline for these fics, because i'm sure I have enough discipline to finish three fics before the month is over😭

👙who: kisuke urahara, issei matsukawa, and suguru geto

👙why: just puttin' a lil spin on the classic no nut november theme

👙where: right here on @bleach-your-panties

👙posts under tag #👙💜can't wait no more

👙banner made by me on pic collage

👙dividers: @/firefly-graphics

👙: all characters of adult age.

warnings: mdni. 18+. explicit sexual content.

💜🅞🅥🅔🅡🅣🅘🅜🅔 - i.matsukawa x fem reader

"𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒌, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅"

◇issei has been working a lot in preparation for a big funeral - which gives him less time than he'd like with you.

w: rough sex, degradation, mean dom!matsukawa

•𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

○also part of @/suyacho's nnn

💜��🅤🅣 🅐🅝🅓 🅖🅞 🅣🅞 🅢🅛🅔🅔🅟 - k.urahara x fem reader

"𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖���� 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉"

◇lately the sex between you and kisuke has been a little lacking. he overhears you talking to matsumoto about your troubles and knows that he can't keep leaving his precious wife unsatisfied...

w: married couple, domestic smut and fluff, sex troubles

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

💜🅦🅗🅞🅢🅔 🅘🅢 🅘🅣? - suguru geto x fem reader

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖.

𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏' 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆"

◇you and suguru have never been more than best-friends-with-benefits, but what happens when you stop giving him attention in order to get close to another guy?

w: jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, messy sex, fwb》lovers, college au,

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

---♡

reblogs will be appreciated and comments make me smile!🫶🏽

[bleach-your-panties]

I hope y'all are ready, because I'm about to go stupid, dumb, ridiculous, idiotic, foolish, uncouth, unrestrained, silly, obnoxious, unholy, and uncalled for on this Geto smut for No Nut November.

[bleach-your-panties]

● approved for swa's magazine✅️

🎀 rosie's sweet 1600 🎀 - 1600 follower contest

whenever, wherever - we get it poppin!💄- 1500 follower event

tags: get it poppin!💄event

valentine's day 💕-

♡a-z headcanons ♡relationship tropes

♡14 arrows - blind dates💘

tags: #valentine a-z, #valentine's day event, #valentine's day, #💋💋.relationship drabbles. , #14 arrows💘

stanuary🧢 (cancelled🚫)

sincember ❄️🎁

tags: #happyhornydays, ⋰❄︎gotta sin to win❄︎⋱ , #sincember

no nut november 👙💜

tag: #👙💜can't wait no more

reader beware!🩸

kinktober candy shop '23🍭

tag: #kinktobercandyshop'23🍭

💔🖤 mha bad boyfriends

tag: #💔🖤mha bad boyfriends

28th birthday event🥳

tag: #happy birthday admin

pandora playlist 500 follower event🎧

tags: #500celebration #haikyuu

summer house party🏘☀️

tag: #tumblr house party '22

● to be edited/proofread👓🗃

tamaki month of march🐙

tamaki, yuuji, rose, & izuru's birthday bash🎂

[bleach-your-panties]

In honor of Usher performing at the Super Bowl tonight and that anon that said Geto didn't like black ppl! 🏈🤎

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎black-coded reader if you squint, but anyone can read!

✨️warnings: modern university au (4years), jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, oral (f! receiving), messy sex, kinda angsty, but happy ending. y'all should know by now, 18+ and mdni; it's nnn for pete's sake (who's pete?)

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊·🤎first time writing for geto!

✨️banner made by me in pic collage. ✨divider: unknown via picgifs

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· 🤎5.1k words

▶️addiction - ryan leslie ft. cassie, fabulous

▶️my boo - usher ft. alicia keys

▶️who booty - john hart ft.iamsu

You and Suguru have been best friends since high school. 

Getting introduced to him by a certain, snow-haired, crystalline-eyed troublemaker in your first year at Jujutsu Tech had to have been the highlight of your life at the time.

He was in stark contrast to his other best friend, Satoru Gojo, but that may be why the two of you got along so well.

Gojo and Shoko joked around about how similar the two of you acted and that you should drop the 'best friend' facade and just date already. 

Your tight-lipped presentation paired with Suguru's quiet reticence allowed the two of you to shrug off their suggestions fairly easily and keep it pushing.

All that began to change though once the four of you graduated high school and started college.

Gojo, with his lovable loud-mouthed self, continued his relentless teasing  of Suguru throughout the first two years of college. Shoko effectively took over with teasing you, but you continued to just laugh them off.

“Really, you two? If Sugu and I wanted to date each other, we could have done that ages ago! Since you’re both so invested in love, why don’t the two of you go on a date, huh?”

That shut them up pretty quick.

Thankfully, because you didn’t know how much more of their sad attempts at matchmaking you’d be able to handle.

—-

When the third year of university rolled around, there was a drastic change to you and Suguru's dynamic.

It started off innocent: late-night study sessions in the library that ended with you spending the night in his dorm room.

He didn't want you walking across campus to the women's dormitories in the dark by yourself (why didn't he offer to walk you?), so staying over with him was obviously the only option.

With the two of you having been friends for years, initially, there was no awkwardness; only warm, comfortable silences while the both of you studied together.

Suguru had decided to major in religious ministry and planned to pursue a Ph.D. in the subject once he finished his undergraduate studies. His logical and emotional intelligence are both above average, so you know that he'll excel in his chosen program. 

With you always having had a love for science and medicine, much like Shoko, you opted to pursue a degree in biology with a pre-medicine concentration, though you haven't quite made your mind up about whether you'd rather pursue medical school or another type of graduate school.

No awkwardness, right?

That was true until one fateful night in his dorm room.

The two of you were studying, per usual, but something in the air seemed off. Finally, Suguru spoke up.

"You know, Y/N, I think that Satoru and Shoko are partially right."

You were nose-deep in an anatomy book before his smooth voice broke through the silence in the room.

"Huh, partially? About what?"

The book closed with a soft plunk and your e/c eyes were now focused on Suguru's face.

He looked pensive like he was trying to put his full thoughts into words before expressing them to you. His black square-framed glasses slipped down and rested on the bridge of his nose. You wanted to lean forward and push them back up.

"About us. How we should date or whatever." 

"Oh, and what makes them right after what, nearly 6 years, now?" You asked in an amused tone.

Suguru chuckled softly and then began to rise from his black leather desk chair. His slipper-clad feet padded towards you until he was kneeling on his bed, his left knee situated right between your thighs.

"Su..?" You asked breathlessly as he steadily moved closer to you. His taller frame enclosed around you, like a massive tree hiding a small bird within its branches.

He leaned down until his cowlick was touching your forehead.

"Sugu.."

Then in the next moment he was kissing you.

He tasted exactly how you expected: like black tea and mint.

A startled gasp left your lips as he pressed his harder into yours, smearing your Chapstick. 

With shaky hands, you carefully brought them to rest on his neck. 

Suguru smirked against your lips, sucked your bottom one into his mouth and gave it a harsh suckle.

Suddenly, you were pushed onto your back with Suguru sitting up on his knees, your thighs on either side of his hips.

"Mmm, Su, wait…what's all this about?" You peered up at him through lidded eyes with mink lashes attached. Bottom lip red and swollen from his urgent kisses.

He swiped his tongue over his teeth, revealing the head of that sinful tiger eye tongue bar.

"I just want to…test a hypothesis if you will indulge me, pretty girl…" 

You felt your face beginning to burn from bashfulness at his insinuations as well as the use of the scientific jargon.

He moved back so you could fully sit up. 

"Okay, I'm listening." 

"Well, I don't know if you've felt it, but there's an undeniable amount of chemistry and sexual tension between us."

"There is?" You made your face look surprised, your brows furrowing and your mouth contorting into a small "o"

Suguru rolled his dark onyx eyes at your obliviousness.

"I just had my tongue tickling your palatines while you reciprocated eagerly, yet you think there's no sexual tension there?"

You scoffed a laugh. "You have really got to stop reading my anatomy texts." 

"But why? They're quite interesting." He smirked. 

"Yeah, but quoting them while we're getting hot and heavy? So not sexy, Su." 

He gripped your thigh, squeezing the fat of it through your spandex shorts before rubbing his hand down your leg to your pedicured foot.

Suguru massaged your toes gently, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive soles; it felt so good, especially since you'd been up and down the campus all day, trying to locate your new classes for the semester. 

A deep sigh/moan escaped your still-wet lips and you ran your tongue over them to savor the lingering flavor of Suguru's kiss.

He put both hands on your thighs and wrapped them around his lower back before continuing to massage your legs and feet. 

"Huh, you like that, baby?" He asked with an air of arrogance in his tone,  eyes crinkling in mirth through his glasses as he stared down at you.

"Gosh, yes, Sugu. My feet were killing me. Thank you."

Suguru only chuckled softly before grabbing both your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on his shoulders, just to watch the expression on your face change from relaxed to surprised.

"Su!"

"Hmm, don't start screaming my name just yet, little one."  

And that was the very first night that you two fucked.

—-

Throughout the rest of the year, that was how the two of you continued on.

Those late-night study sessions in Suguru's dorm room turned into late-night sex sessions.

He still gave you those foot massages followed by eating you out until your voice was hoarse from calling his name.

Whenever Suguru had a rough day in class, he'd text your phone and you'd know to immediately head to his room after your evening classes.

He'd waste no time grabbing your throat and pinning you against the small armoire, throwing one leg on his hip and slotting himself in between so you could feel his angry hard-on.

The one that only fucking you could satiate.

Or some days he'd come to your dorm to help you study for your lab exams and memorize organic molecule configurations.

He'd reward you for correct answers with long drags of his tongue through your folds and hard sucks on your clit while you gazed down at him from under your notebooks, hands trembling and slipping from the pages.

As the year dragged along, you found yourself falling deeper in, whatever this was, with Suguru.

You once asked him exactly what 'this' was and where the two of you were going and he simply replied:

"We're just having fun. No pressure, no labels."

So you left it at that.

—

Third year ended and now the two of you are finally seniors.

It's that midpoint between fall and winter, mid-November, and the holidays are fastly approaching. 

Which for you means end-of-term lab exams.

Luckily, you and your lab partner are meeting up today to study for the organic chem lab.

You'd met him on your first day of the dreaded class, a credit required in order for you to graduate with all the prerequisites needed for med school. 

At first glance, he seemed like someone who'd drop the class in the first couple weeks and change their entire major just like you'd seen many of your former classmates do.

As you got to know each other throughout the semester, you warmed up to him and grew a small crush on the intelligent male.

Intelligence, a trait that you quite admire in your men.

To be honest, he reminded you of Suguru a bit.

Suguru, who you haven't really talked to or hung out with since your little falling out at the end of third year.

You didn't know if you'd both silently agreed to break off your little arrangement or if you were just avoiding him. 

Probably the latter.

It wasn't hard to do since you're both in different majors and have no classes in common; you can just write it off as you being extremely busy, which isn't actually a lie.

Continuing on to your dorm room after last class, you made yourself some instant ramen in your microwave before you started getting dressed for your lab review session. 

You sit at your little vanity table to do your makeup. Soft, pastel eyeshadow to compliment your beautiful e/c eyes and to match the pastel-colored cardigan laid across your bed. 

Despite the chilly weather outside, you opted to dress cute in your cardigan with a white turtleneck sweater underneath, black leather miniskirt, white thigh-high thick socks, and black Mary-Jane style slanted wedge heels.

Your fashion sense often earns you many sneers from your peers and questioning looks from your professors, but ask if you give a fuck.

To top off your look, you added some dainty silver jewelry before grabbing your bags and leaving for the chemistry building.

—-

Suguru sighed and stuck his phone back into his pants pocket.

He's a coward.

He can't even bring himself to click on your contact name to draft a simple 

'can we talk?' text.

The biting cold in the air made him hurry along to the campus coffee shop where Satoru had asked to meet him. 

—-

I was hopin' you'd notice 

The way that I like to have you around 

Around, yeah

Listen and you will find that your heart beats for me

Girl, I hear the sound, and it only gets better 

It started off with a kiss (uh huh)

Never expectin' this (uh huh)

And now I'm here copin' with

My addiction, addiction

—-

The little bell over the door jingled and Satoru's snow-white head shot up from where he was almost asleep (and drooling) on his class notes.

"About time you got here! I was beginning to think you'd stood me up!" He perked right up and swiped his sleeve over his mouth, putting on a bright smile.

Suguru just sighed and pulled back the wooden chair before plopping unceremoniously down into it. His backpack clunked to the floor.

"What's wrong with you? I mean aside from your usual aloof asshole tendencies. Something is actually going on, I can feel it." The blue-eyed male asked in concern.

"Nothing is wrong, Satoru. I'm just tired and stressed about midterms, graduation, and a whole lot of other shit."

Like you.

He didn't mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unimportant when he said that the two of you were just having fun.

'What a fucking idiot I am. Of course no girl worth her salt wants to hear that she's just a nutty buddy.'

He lamented in his head before slamming it into the table. He groaned when the elastic keeping his hair in a bun snapped, covering his face completely in inky, blue-black locks.

Surprisingly, his glasses didn't break. 

"Oh damn, that bad, huh?" Satoru asked. "Hey, can I get a triple shot of espresso on that frappe, please! I think you're gonna need it to get through the rest of the day." He murmured as the waitress walked over.

—-

And Satoru was right. He did need that coffee to make it through his last few classes, but he still felt like shit and now he was wired and not to mention completely pent up and horny.

After you two fell out, Suguru fell into a pit of despair. You stopped talking to him, studying with him, and even stopped responding to his texts.

Of course he missed hiking your legs up and eating you out, fucking you on every surface in his room, and then making you take his cumshots all over your makeup, but honestly right now…

He just missed your presence in his life.

To pour even more salt in his wounds, his two other best friends had begun dating people on campus, which often made him the fifth wheel when it came to hangouts.

Usually, Satoru would always have Shoko attached to his hip and Suguru would have you, but now that was all  over because of his wreckless choice of words.

"Fuck!"

He kicked one of the flimsy metal chairs outside of the library over with the toe of his boot causing some freshmen students to give him frightened looks.

"Got something to say?"

They shook their heads.

"Thought so."

He hoisted his backpack up higher on his shoulders so he could begin his trek across campus to get to the warmth of his dorm room when he saw you moving quite urgently towards the chemistry building.

He knew that you were likely heading to prepare for one of your lab exams, but the outfit that you had on alluded to this being much more than just a casual meet-up to study. 

Oh no, with the way that skirt was gripping your hips and just barely covering your ass, you had to be meeting up with someone special.

And the fact of knowing that it isn't him lit his entire soul on fire.

"Oh, hell no."

So he followed you.

—-

There's always that one person 

That will always have your heart

You'll never see it comin'

'Cause you're blinded from the start

Know that you're that one for me

It's clear for everyone to see

Ooo baby…

You will always be my boo…

—-

You hummed softly to yourself as your heels clicked along the tiled hallway floor of your least-favorite building on campus.

Your partner had texted you to let you know that he'd be running late, as he had a test to make up that he'd forgotten about. 

That made you roll your eyes, but nevertheless you carried on to the empty lab room so you could start studying by yourself. 

Once inside, you set up your materials on the desk and began to work. 

After only a few minutes of you working, you heard the door to the lab room creak open.

Thinking it was your partner finally having finished up, you lifted your head with a smile only for it to drop once you saw Suguru's tall frame lingering there at the door like a nervous ghost.

"What are you doing here?"

He froze at the ice in your tone; yep, you're definitely still mad. 

Almost shyly, he moved into the room, making sure that he shut the heavy door behind himself. It closed with an echoing 'boom'. 

"What, am I not allowed within twenty feet of you now? Did you file a restraining order on me, too?" He bit with more than a hint of sarcasm. 

"Very funny, Suguru. So what-

“Suguru?” He cut in. 

You never called him Suguru. Only 'Sugu' or 'Su'. Never Suguru.

You looked up as he began stalking towards you, the thud of his boots much louder in your ears than they should have been. 

He now hovered over you, a mean and irritated look plastered across his normally cool, stoic features.

(a/n: the pic in the banner is how he's looking at you🙈)

You only continued with your original thought, though your tone was a bit less sassy now.

"So you came here in search of me because why? Couldn't get your nut off by yourself?" You sneered, making his jaw tense.

A large hand slammed down on the table, making you flinch. 

"Stop with the attitude, Y/N. I'm already fucking pissed." 

Now you were confused because, who is he talking to?

"Okay and what does that have to do with me, Suguru? You-"

His other hand gripped the wide collar of your cardigan and pulled you up out of the chair you were seated in. 

Your face smashed against his chest and you were engulfed in the deep scent of his woodsy cologne.  He pushed you back slightly to examine your face up close. 

"Stop calling me that." 

"Your name?" 

He gazed down at you with his black eyes hardened.

They slowly roamed over your body, taking you in as a whole since he hasn't seen you up close in so long.

“So you wore this for him?”

"Him?" You put a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him back so you could have space.

His eyes shifted from your face to your thigh-highs.

"Your boyfriend. The one you're waiting here for."

Is this really happening right now? It couldn't be. 

Shaking your head with a chuckle, you regarded Suguru with an incredulous look.

"My boyfriend, oh right, you mean my chemistry lab partner."

You crossed your arms underneath your bust and his breath hitched as the movement caused your breasts to shift upwards and strain against the material.

"If that's what you want to call it, you don't have to hide it from me." He shrugged and stuck his hands in the pockets of his black jeans. 

“Well don’t let me interrupt your little date.”

“It’s not a date, Suguru, we’re just studying for our lab exam. He is my lab partner, after all. We've worked together for this entire semester."

His jaw clenched. So this guy had been around you and not only within school grounds, most likely.

In a split second, you were flying backwards, with your back rubbing against the cold surface of the lab table.

Suguru was back between your legs, the position mirroring the one from your first ever sexual encounter last school year.

"You let him fuck you?" He asked with a hard edge to his voice.

"W-what?" 

"You heard me, Y/N. Did you give him a taste of what belongs to me?"

He lowered himself to a kneeling position right between your spread thighs. 

"Knees up."

Immediately, you complied, making Suguru smile and show all of his perfectly straight white teeth. He then grabbed hold to the sides of your panties and began shimmying them down ever so slowly.

"My favorite panties, too. What a shame; you're really showing out now, aren't you, darling? Trying to get daddy's attention?"

You pressed your lips together causing him to click his tongue in annoyance.

"Huh, you want my attention, so you parade yourself around campus dressed like how you are? Answer me." 

He spanked your pussy hard with the back of his hand, making your back arch off the table.

"Suguru, please!"

"I said to stop fucking calling me that. Now lay your ass back down."

You obeyed but your lower lip quivered just slightly. He was mad and when Suguru was mad and sexually frustrated, you knew it wouldn't be a short night for you.

"I'm going to ask you again, Y/N. Did you let him fuck?"

You quickly shook your head side to side.

"But you wanted to, right? You were going to, right? Answer right now or I'll leave you here with a wet cunt and no orgasm."

"No, Su, I promise. We're just partners, I swear!" 

"Hmm, lying slut…" He murmured, eyes transfixed on how your pussy lips were sucking in the damp material of your underwear. He was ecstatic that you had stopped calling him Suguru, though.

With two fingers, he hooked them under your panties, right on top of your mound. The backs of his knuckles scraped against your throbbing clit, causing your left knee to shake.

"Such a sensitive bitch, you've got to be telling the truth then, because you only tremble like this when you're needy. Right, baby?" 

You whimpered out a weak 'yes' and 'please' 

—-

Lil' mama, I know what you want

Begging me to beat it 

Like the bass in my trunk

I'm a lil' nasty, I ain't even gotta front

Lick you from your head

Down down to your butt

—-

Suguru decided to finally indulge you, but first he ripped your panties off in one swift movement, fully exposing you to his greedy eyes. 

He spat a thick, wet glob of saliva onto your pussy, the sound making your face warm with shame.

"You don't have to act so shy, love. I know I'm the only one who knows how to eat this shit just the way you like it." 

His long fingers slid through your folds, collecting your creamy, translucent cum on them. 

He scissored his fingers apart, watching the strings stretch but never break. 

"Fuck."

His dick is as hard as a brick, but he'll take care of that in a minute.

Next, his mouth was completely covering the bottom of your cunt while those two fingers worked your clit, rubbing your mess back and forth over the pulsating bud.

The ball of his tongue ring poked at your asshole periodically as he ate you out and you clenched everytime, fearing that he'd stick it in.

French-polished nails reached for his hair and Suguru, whose eyes never left yours, grabbed your hand with his free one to tangle yours in his navy blue locks.

"Su! Su! Su!" You chanted like a cheer, cheering him on as he ate your pussy so sloppily and made a mess of you and the table. 

Juices leaked down your legs and his chin from his combined saliva, your slick, and your cum from the multiple times that he had you squirting, just from his tongue and two fingers.

He could eat you out like this for hours, but he doubted he'd have that much time before someone discovered the two of you. 

Rising back to his full height, Suguru looked down at you and admired the shaking, wet mess that you'd become.

You were covered from your lower abdomen down to your knees in a mixture of your own squirt, cum, and his saliva. Even your socks were soaked and now sticking to your skin.

He never thought you looked more beautiful.

"Su…" You whined up at him, body growing cold from the waist down and aching to have him fill you up and make you warm.

"What, bitch? Want my dick now? You think you've earned it after ignoring me for damn near the whole semester?"

Your eyes drooped sadly and he stopped, cursing himself for not knowing when enough was enough.

"No, no, no…I'm sorry, baby…look, listen to me. I…"

"I'm sorry, Sugu. I'm sorry for ignoring you instead of just coming out and telling you how I really felt." 

He stopped completely then and rested his hands on your hips, right above the top of your skirt and massaged small circles into the pudge that poked out there.

Dark, slanted eyes locked onto your e/c ones to let you know that you had his full attention. 

—-

I was in love with you when we were younger, you were mine (my boo)

And I see it from time to time

I still feel like (my boo)

And I can see it no matter how I try to hide (my boo)

And even though there's another man Who's in my life, you will always be my boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh, my 

My boo

My oh, my oh 

My oh, my oh

My boo

—-

"I knew the moment you kissed my lips in your room that day. That you were the one I could put my entire trust in and spend the rest of my life with. There's no one that I trust to have my heart more than you, Sugu. I love you."

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He fucked up.

'I fucked up'

"I fucked up." He finally said out loud. Your eyes raised to meet his again.

"I fucked everything up when I said that stupid shit that I said." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he stood between your legs.

"Every day that I couldn't be around you was fucking hell. You consumed nearly every waking thought. School, hanging with friends, work; hell, even jacking off became torturous knowing that I wouldn't be hearing from you throughout any part of my day."

He chuckled lowly.

"Do you forgive me, baby? You have nothing to apologize for here, and I love you, too.." 

You nodded slowly and he pressed his forehead against yours before tilting his head to capture your lips in his.

The tangy taste of your cum covered your taste buds as Suguru began exploring every inch of your mouth with his expert tongue.

His tongue bar clinked against your teeth ever so slightly with his rushed and hasty movements; it was like he was trying to savor every bit of that sweet confession that you'd just spoken to him.

"Mmm, Sugu…" You breathed once he parted for air.

His hands moved to your waist and he flipped you over, pressing you back into the table with both of your wrists trapped in one of his strong hands.

The sight of that tight, black leather hiked up over your ass cheeks had him in a frenzy to undo his belt and drop his pants.

Once his cock was free, he tapped the leaking head on both cheeks.

He couldn't help himself, he just had to ask:

"Whose pussy is this?" 

Your reply was immediate: 

"I-It's yours, Sugu'..f-fuck! Please put it in!"

"Hmm, not good enough. Fucking convince me."

Even though he said that, he was already sliding his thick ass dickhead between the messy folds of your cunt.

"Please, Su…it's yours, baby, all yours. Please fuck me." 

"Shit…!" He almost collapsed on top of you and sent the whole table crashing to the ground.

You let out a collective moan when he finally slid in, sheathing his dick deep inside you.

Grabbing your hair and twisting it around his hand, he pulled you up into a perfect arch with your ass flush against his thighs.

"Again. Whose is it?" 

—-

Slide in that thang, real deep game

Bust it so good, girl, what's my name? 

Hit it from the back, headboard swag

When I talk shit, shawty answer right back

I be on her like:

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty is it?

Who booty, who booty, who booty is it?

—-

Usually Suguru was a rough, fast thruster, but right now he had you confused because he'd start out with a few quick hard thrusts that had you face-planting into the table, then he'd switch it up and slow grind you, pressing his hips so far into your backside that you'd have imprints of his hip bones.

"Su…S-s-u…SU! Fuck fuck fuckkkk!" You screeched while your nails scratched the surface of the table that was sliding back and forth but hadn't broken down.

He only thrusted harder and faster. It wouldn't be long before he came all over that dirty pussy.

“Sturdy ass table.” He chuckled. “Perfect for whores like you to get fucked on.” A groan from deep within his chest emerged as his thighs shook.

"I'm…fuck…I'm going to ask you one last time, Y/N. Whose. Fucking. Pussy. Is. It. Y/N?"

Each word was punctuated with a deep, brutal thrust.

Your breasts were sore from being pushed so hard against the cold surface of the table and your thighs sticky and wet from Suguru eating you out.

"I- GOD, I…y-yours!" You managed before your orgasm took over.

It was so strong you almost blacked out, no doubt the strongest one you'd ever had thus far.

But Suguru wasn't quite done yet.

He pulled out and slapped your ass hard with his palm while the other fisted his dick furiously. 

"Turn over. Open your legs for me, wide, like a slut. There you go." 

He came with a shattered groan, ropes of white hot cum splattering against your already bruised and messy folds.

When his balls were completely empty and you were covered in white, he scooped some onto his fingers and brought them up to your lips.

"Suck." 

You sucked.

"Good fucking girl, fucking slut. Whore." He attached his mouth to yours and dipped his tongue in to taste your sweetness combined with his essence. 

You both made out sloppily, swapping cum until he pulled back and spat the snowballed cum back into your mouth followed by patting your cheek lovingly. 

"Now swallow."

And you swallowed.

With a deep sigh and a satisfied smile displayed over his handsome features, he began searching the room for paper towels to clean the two of you up.

Once you'd gotten your bearings, you locked the door behind yourselves. 

Suguru pulled you into his chest and kissed the top of your head.

"I wonder what happened to my partner? I guess I got stood up after all!"

The man beside you couldn't resist rolling his eyes and then answering in a smug tone.

"Or, he heard you screaming my name from all the way down the hallway and decided to just fuck off." He snorted.

You giggled and elbowed his side, but he was dead serious. 

"No, really, baby. I saw him peek through the window on the door when I was giving you backshots. The look on his face was fucking priceless." You gasped.

"Sugu, you didn't!" He only laughed harder.

"I mean, really. I didn't even have to ask who it belongs to. Lucky for you that I showed up, or you could've started dating that guy and been screaming out SU everytime he fucked you."

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*ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ!

[bleach-your-panties]

All three fics have been posted!

TAKE YOU DOWN》》

👙what: no nut november

👙when: i wont set a deadline for these fics, because i'm sure I have enough discipline to finish three fics before the month is over😭

👙who: kisuke urahara, issei matsukawa, and suguru geto

👙why: just puttin' a lil spin on the classic no nut november theme

👙where: right here on @bleach-your-panties

👙posts under tag #👙💜can't wait no more

👙banner made by me on pic collage

👙dividers: @/firefly-graphics

👙: all characters of adult age.

warnings: mdni. 18+. explicit sexual content.

💜🅞🅥🅔🅡🅣🅘🅜🅔 - i.matsukawa x fem reader

"𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒋𝒆𝒓𝒌, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅"

◇issei has been working a lot in preparation for a big funeral - which gives him less time than he'd like with you.

w: rough sex, degradation, mean dom!matsukawa

•𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

○also part of @/suyacho's nnn

💜🅝🅤🅣 🅐🅝🅓 🅖🅞 🅣🅞 🅢🅛🅔🅔🅟 - k.urahara x fem reader

"𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏

𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐, 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉"

◇lately the sex between you and kisuke has been a little lacking. he overhears you talking to matsumoto about your troubles and knows that he can't keep leaving his precious wife unsatisfied...

w: married couple, domestic smut and fluff, sex troubles

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

💜🅦🅗🅞🅢🅔 🅘🅢 🅘🅣? - suguru geto x fem reader

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖.

𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏' 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏' 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆"

◇you and suguru have never been more than best-friends-with-benefits, but what happens when you stop giving him attention in order to get close to another guy?

w: jealous sex, degradation, dirty talk, messy sex, fwb》lovers, college au,

●𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆

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