#SUGURU

[malevolent-cutie]

18+, NSFW under the cut

BF!Geto Suguru, who meticulously plans all your dates for you. You mentioned that new place across the street that sells ramen? He will take you there.

BF!Geto Suguru, who remembers your favourite coffee order, what your favourite flowers are, whose music are you into right now and all the little things like it's his second nature.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves brushing that one stray hair behind your ear and basks in how you struggle to find your words afterwards. He lives to make you flustered, just for him.

BF!Geto Suguru, who doesn’t expect to blush so hard when you compliment him, when you call him handsome or praise him a little too earnestly. He’s clearing his throat, pretends he’s unfazed, but the heat creeping into his cheeks gives it right away.

BF!Geto Suguru, who gives the coldest, meanest glares to any man who gets a little too close to you. Absolutely lethal.

BF!Geto Suguru, who squeezes your thigh under the table when you’re chatting with your friends, just to see you squirm and flinch in the middle of your sentence. And he keeps a straight face too, pretending like he didn’t just shake your entire world underneath the table, just with a mere squeeze. He’s so weak for your thighs.

BF!Geto Suguru, who lives for the moments when you play with his hair. Run his fingers through it, please. See him melt right into your touch.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves when you sit on his lap, right on his big plush thighs. Maybe you two are doing something simple, like scrolling away on your phones, but he lives for the private intimacy of having you close like this. He’s in heaven, especially if you initiate.

BF!Geto Suguru, who ties his long inky hair back into a messy bun before doing down on you.

BF!Geto Suguru, who doesn't just finger you. He finger fucks you until you cry and cum all over his fingers. And of course he makes you clean them for him.

BF!Geto Suguru, who knows how to hit it from behind so freaking well and he knows it. And he's so mean about it too–one hand in the middle of your back, pinning you down, or maybe it's around your neck? The other squeezing the plush of your hips, so you take it like a good girl and don't try run away, hmm?

BF!Geto Suguru, who does hesitate to shut you up with his hand over your mouth and then drilling you just a little harder.

"Shhhh, darling, do you want others to hear how good you sound when I'm fucking you stupid?"

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves the way you squirm and clench around him when he’s whispering something so dirty right into your ear.

BF!Geto Suguru, who loves to stop right when you’re so–so close.

"You think you get to cum so easily, darling? Say please."

BF!Geto Suguru, who kisses your forehead when you're both spent, panting for air, and tells you how much he loves you.

[xiixae]

criminal!geto x cop!reader ── ✦ mdni 18+

japan's all-rounder supercop is on the trail of a dangerous criminal, a capture that promises unlimited privileges & praise──but why does she find herself trapped beneath him?

criminal!geto charms almost every fucking lady on the planet with just a glance, maybe that's why he's so deadly and your next mission, but surprisingly, he's a convict for another reason—he's a murderer, not one or a couple but many women.

but he's different from the rest. he fucks to death.

criminal!geto's next target is you, or might be you, and you're well-prepared for every situation, all you had to do for now was to pull up with your (almost) serious acting by pretending to be just another one of the girls who fell for his face card.

criminal!geto has been around you for the last couple of days, and made himself pretty clear that you're being watched by him every moment, but for now, he's just looking for the best opportunity to get a hold of you—he can't help but drool over your jiggling tits whenever you're chasing law breakers.

criminal!geto seemingly looked like he was falling for your plan and you fucking couldn't wait for him to make a major move towards you but getting himself arrested willingly was his last pawn to get you in his bed just so suddenly was too much for you to handle.

criminal!geto had now gotten himself obsessed with the sight of your face when you're nothing but a big moaning mess as he fucked the life outta you, running his huge hands through your hair before pulling them making your toes curl.

but he didn't even have the slightest intention to kill you, somehow.

he was ready to surrender to the police, spend the rest of his life rotting in jail or even get executed but all he ever wanted in return was you, your love, nothing else.

[saerannical]

⚠️TW: BLOOD⚠️

"Only then do they believe you: when you show them the worst of you"

Impulsive art ispired by the lyrics of a song

[coliessions]

friday. it had only been six days, yet you were convinced.

one week wasn’t a long time—not in the grand scheme of things. but with suguru geto, time bent, stretched, and folded into itself, creating something endless in the span of mere days. everything with him was so easy, so natural. like you had known him forever.

you had always been an observer of love, never quite falling in, never quite believing in the way people drowned in it so fast. but suguru had made it feel like the most effortless thing. a puzzle piece you never knew was missing until it fit so perfectly against you.

he wasn’t just there—he was everywhere. in the teasing quips exchanged over shared meals, in the way he remembered the smallest things you mentioned offhand, in the texts that never left you waiting. you’d never known someone to return your energy so completely, to match your thoughts like they had been his all along.

so friday came, and you had already made up your mind.

but suguru had a clock. your one week was almost up.

saturday, you watched him with your heart in your throat. the warmth of the week still lingered in his gaze, in the way he stood so close, in the way he pulled you into another moment that made you feel like maybe—just maybe—this wasn’t temporary.

and then sunday arrived. the last day.

it should have felt normal. nothing had changed, after all. suguru was still suguru. his voice still laced with honey when he spoke to you, his presence still magnetic. and yet, there was something in the air that hadn't been there before. a finality you couldn’t quite place.

you told yourself you were imagining it. that you were being dramatic. but when the night rolled in and you found yourself beside him, you knew.

"suguru," you started, feeling the weight of the question before you even asked it, "what happens now?"

his silence was telling. so was the way he looked away, inhaling like he was about to speak, only to exhale instead.

"this past week..." he said softly, rolling the words in his mouth like he was trying to savor them one last time. "it was amazing."

was. past tense.

"but?"

his jaw clenched, and that was the final confirmation.

"i can't."

two words, spoken so gently it made them hurt even more.

you already knew what he meant, but the silence stretched so long between you that you forced yourself to ask anyway. "why?"

he sighed, like the answer was obvious, like it wasn’t tearing something apart inside of him too. "there's too much at stake. my career. my friends. myself."

you swallowed around the lump in your throat. "and me?"

his lips parted slightly before he pressed them shut, gaze flickering with something that almost looked like guilt. "you deserve more than half of someone."

but that was the thing, wasn’t it? for one week, he had given you everything. and now, he was taking it all back.

you should have seen it coming. because a fire that bright was never meant to last. because love that felt like fate shouldn't have had a countdown. but it did. and you weren't above it.

suguru geto had a clock.

and your time was up.

[sherewrytes]

Suguru Geto

thats it thats the title

Suguru Geto let out a feral, animalistic roar as he felt YN's body seize up beneath him, her back arching off the bed as she was consumed by the intensity of her climax. Her walls clamped down around his pulsing length, gripping him like a vice as she shuddered and trembled, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

"Fuck yes, baby...cum for me," he growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Cum all over this fucking cock, YN. Drench it, fucking soak it, mark it as yours just like I've marked you as mine."

He could feel each clench and spasm of her velvet heat, could feel the way her body surrendered completely to the overwhelming pleasure. It was a breathtaking sight, one that filled Suguru Geto with a dark, possessive pride, knowing that he was the one who could bring his wife such exquisite bliss.

Suguru Geto's hips never ceased their relentless rhythm, each powerful thrust pushing himself deeper inside her, ensuring that every last drop took root. He could feel his own release building, his balls drawing up tight as he chased their shared completion with single-minded focus.

"That's it, baby...fucking take it," he rasped, his eyes wild and intense as they raked over YN's contorted face. "Take everything I have to give you, YN. Take my love, my lust, my fucking soul. It's all yours, baby...all fucking yours."

With a harsh, grating cry, Suguru Geto slammed into YN one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his climax crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock jerked and throbbed, erupting inside her with a force that left him seeing stars, painting her insides with thick, scalding ropes of his release.

Suguru Geto collapsed on top of YN, his muscular body blanketing hers as the final shockwaves of his intense climax coursed through him. He panted harshly, his sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light as he struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced beneath his ribs, pounding in time with the throbbing of his still-hard length buried deep inside her.

Slowly, he raised his head to look at YN, his purple eyes searching her face, drinking in the sight of her lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking. A slow, satisfied smirk curved his lips as he watched her chest heave with each shuddering breath, her skin flushed and glowing.

"Fuck, baby...that was incredible," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp. "You're fucking incredible, YN. The way you came on my cock, the way your tight little cunt squeezed and milked me...fuck, it was perfect."

Suguru Geto's hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her kiss-swollen lips in a surprisingly gentle caress. In that moment, there was a softness to his expression, a tenderness that belied the brutal, animalistic passion of just moments before.

"I meant what I said, baby," he whispered, his gaze intense and unwavering. "I fucking love you, YN. More than anything in this world. And I'll never let anyone take you from me, not ever. This is where I belong...right here, inside you, loving you, for the rest of our fucking lives."

[gurlwhaaa]

"and I still talk to you, when I'm screaming at the sky". pt.3 Geto Suguru x reader

read the first 2 parts before this if you haven't! <3 ______________________________________________________________

you reached home soaked in your tears and rain water. you wanted to forgive him but, how could you? he was unforgivable. he chose to be unforgivable.

you got out of your wet clothes and replaced them with the softest pajamas you could find. Suguru really liked them, you thought. you weren't going to let the memory of someone ruin your favorite things.

you replayed your interaction with Suguru. you couldn't stop. there was a feeling in your chest. the kind of feeling when you're missing someone. a kind of emptiness where you feel something sucking in.

was he trying to fix things? did he realize that this was unfixable? you wish it was. you wish you didn't hate him. you wish you didn't love him. you wish you hadn't loved him.

you got in bed. mind full with unorganized thoughts. he never let you sleep with something in your mind, you thought wistfully. you closed your eyes making the tears spill out once more. ______________________________________________________________

12:12 read the watch sitting on your bedside table. you had suddenly opened your eyes due to a sound that's source you couldn't figure out the first time until you heard it again. RING

it was your doorbell. who could it be at this time of the night? Satoru? you didn't think it was likely for him to come especially this late, when he had Suguru's company.

you got up drowsily and, unlocked the door. as you opened, you saw a very familiar figure. Suguru. "what are you doing here?!" you about screamed. you stood there in disbelief, waiting for him to answer. he parted his mouth but, no words came out.

"well- uhh-" he started. he didn't need to finish his sentence. you already knew. but, you wanted to hear it from him. "c-can I-" your expression softened. "are you having nightmares again?" you asked, this time softly. he nodded.

"please?" he pleaded. you opened the door wider to let him in. "this doesn't mean we're friends." you clarified. "wouldn't mistake it" he replied. you led him to your bedroom. you got in and he followed. it was nothing sexual.

you let him sleep the night for, it was you who consoled him when he had nightmares only a few years back.

you faced your back at him. you knew he wanted to hug you tight. you knew he wanted you to hug him. you hated him but, you still had a heart. so, reluctantly, you turned around and wrapped your arms around him. "thank you" he mumbled as he wrapped his shaking arms around you.

you ran your hand through his hair as a gesture of comforting him. "do you think you'll ever forgive me?" he asked, breaking the silence. you let out a sigh, "no, I don't know."

"I'll still keep trying." he assured. "you know what you did was unforgivable, Suguru." "you know that I still love you, and why would I give up on someone I love?" he questioned.

"you already gave me up. you clearly didn't love me enough to stay." your voice raised slightly. "I did what I had to do." he'd already lost the argument. "are you here to sleep or to try lure me back because I'm wrapped around your fingers huh?" you asked.

"I wouldn't stoop that low." he replied. "I think you would." you turned around facing your back to him, again as your arms left him. his hands were still clutched around your waist.

after a while, you felt his grip loosen. he probably had fallen asleep. you felt his face against your back. you turned around and distanced yourself. he had his hair down and free which was unlikely of him, as he would never sleep with his hair down.

you got up a got a rubber band. you gently pulled his hair back and lightly tied it. the pale moonlight fell on his face. he looked.. beautiful. you weren't thinking as you caressed his face, his hair, your finger dropped to his lips.

you weren't thinking as you leaned in, to kiss his lips. it was all you wanted to do, until, you felt him kiss back. he was awake?! you broke it off. embarrassed, you scattered back as you saw his eyes opening. he looked innocent, like a child. but he wasn't innocent, you remembered.

"s-sorry" you apologized. "I didn't mind it." he reassured. he sat up. "were you pretending to sleep?" you asked. "no. I woke up when you tied my hair." shit. you forgot that he sleeps light. "I'm sorry." you apologized again. "got carried away with my pretty face?" he smirked.

"oh shut up" you said as you lied down again with your blanket covering your face and, once again, your back facing him. you could feel him lie down too.

minutes passed, you couldn't sleep.

"you aren't asleep." he guessed. "I'm not." you replied. "do you still love me?" he asked. "I'm not answering that", was your reply. "you still do. you still think of me. you still want to kiss me." he said, this time with all seriousness.

"it was one time. I got carried away." you wanted to cry. "what if you could get carried away more than one time without having to say sorry?" "but, that would mean forgiving you Suguru and, I'm not doing that anytime soon."

"you don't have to forgive me, you just have to try me again." he corrected. you had turned towards him. "but, what if, I forgive you if I try you once again?" you questioned. "then I will be forgiven."

you stared into him for a while and he did the same. you gave in. you leaned in and met his lips with yours. he reciprocated. hands entangled on each other.

"thank you" he murmured between kisses. "I hate you" you replied. the future may be unknown but, if you didn't give it a shot, you will never know how it ends.

[ominium]

do i look like him?

character : geto s. context : suguru want satoru but satoru not there >:(  pov : second (you bruh) content : angst no comf :( never comfort :( also written with lyrics/song-based (some verses are skipped) + one (1) curse word

note(s) : got flooded with ‘like him’ edits (tyler, the creator), so here you go. also i’m alive soz for not posting >.< ++ not edited, if there's a part that looks confusing buh! +++ i know 'like him' is abt tyler's relationship with his dad...i'm taking the lyrics very face value here

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Mama, I’m chasin’ a ghost 

Every morning, you woke up in the estate to an empty bed. Stretching your limbs, you get ready for the day to do what you did yesterday: walk around, and be a trophy. 

I don’t know who he is

Some days, you would stroll around the garden, counting each blooming flower for the millionth time. Others, making small talk with the people.

Mama, I’m chasin’ a ghost

On a good day, you would get to share a conversation–maybe even a meal–with Suguru, who always seemed busy with his ‘cause.’ Most of the time, though, you seldom even get to see him: always going to bed alone, always waking up alone.

I don’t know where he is

One thing you did notice, however, is the interesting amount of photos littered around the estate: almost none. You had taken some with your beloved partner, but you’ve only ever seen them as your own background…and you weren’t allowed to take a peek at his device. 

Mama, I’m chasin’ a ghost

“Hey, I need to talk to the people tonight. Can you join me?” Suguru asked, taking another spoonful of his soup. You ponder, staring down into your untouched bowl. The both of you know that you have no plans…you never do. So why the hesitation?

“Alright. I will see you then.”

Do I look…

At the event that night, you sat next to Suguru at the main table, nodding and clapping along as you needed to during his speech. Eloquent words spewed from his mouth, seemingly filled with passion and raw emotion; emotions that you wished could reach you again. 

At some point, Suguru had wandered away from the table to share conversations–most likely with the top financial supporters. All you could do was watch from afar, sipping your lukewarm tea every now and then. People-watching wasn’t new to you, and being a trophy partner certainly wasn’t new at all during events like these. 

As you looked around, analyzing each attendee, your eyes fell to a shine to your side. With widened eyes, you dare to keep a straight face while staring down at the cell phone. ‘He’s never left it unattended…’ Your thought trails off, eyes wandering out to find him. 

With his attention completely focused on a large group of people, the urge starts to creep up, stubborn to breach your mind. You trusted Suguru, right? You followed him out here because of your trust, right? Because he cared for you just as you cared for him?

You wouldn’t look through your partner's phone out of distrust, right?

Slowly, your thoughts shifted to self-manipulation: it’s perfectly fine to look through your partner’s phone on a whim–out of, say, boredom. You knew of the trust between the two of you, so it wouldn’t have mattered if you looked through his phone or not…even if you’ve never done it before. 

(Like what?)

You grasp the device, palms getting clammy…the device feeling heavy. Is this right?

Like him 

You look back up to make sure he hasn’t moved. Why would you check though? Why did you check? You shake the thoughts out of your mind, looking back down at his phone. 

I would never ever lie to you

Clicking the power button, your eyes stare dead into the screen. Your first instinct was to move to Suguru, who filled up half of the screen. He looked as beautiful as he was right now, his long hair tied back, an unfamiliar yet natural smile adorning his face. The tiniest smile crept up onto you, seeing what you thought was a great look on him.

You ain’t ever gotta lie to me

I’m everything that I’ve strived to be

Your smile finally falters to near-horror seeing not you, but a white-haired man sharing a similar grin. A feeling of confusion, realization, grief, and despair swirls around you all at once. 

It was Gojo Satoru. Gojo. Fucking. Satoru. Your eyes widened more, staring at the picture as a whole. It was a selfie of the two of them, looking happy, as if the world wasn’t going to tear them apart. It was taken before that mission.

It was taken when Suguru was happy. 

So do I look like him?

As you put away the phone in haste, your eyes wander back to Suguru, who had moved on to another group of people. How long has he been like this? How long had Gojo been at the forefront of Suguru’s mind?

Was what Suguru felt to you real?...or did he just replace who he couldn’t have to someone he could.

Do I look like him?

Your mind wanders back to the garden, lined with the blue Forget-Me-Nots and white Lilies. You think back to every meal shared…they, ironically, always fell on the same day of every month: the 7th. You think back to last December, reminiscing about the more-extravagant dinner that he had set up. “It’s to celebrate Christmas early, honey. You know I get busy around that time.” You think about all the other 7th of the months you had eaten with him. “I just had free time today.” “The world seemed a bit brighter today.” “It was a striking blue, with a few of the whitest clouds I’ve ever seen.”

It all made sense now.

(Like him, like him, like him, like him)

You stare at Suguru with despair, frustration…disappointment. He was happily chatting away, unbeknownst to the new knowledge you’ve uncovered. Each passing second, you think back to every speck of affection he had shown you. The bouts of doubt that he would erase with one caress, one hug. 

The candy bowl that was never empty.

The assortment of cakes you were able to eat wherever, whenever.

The signs. They were there. They were always there.

I don’t look like him

The evening was over…to you, at least. With the music seeming to not end, the conversations not dying, you decided it was best there and then to leave. To escape.

There was no point in finding reason. There was no need to put in the effort to understand. What was missing? What could’ve fixed it all? That it was all just a mere coincidence?

You left the event hall, each stride heavier than the last. Your mind was foggy, but you knew one thing: you wouldn’t sleep until you got away.

(Like him)

[ninedown]

ouugh what would we think about a satosukusugu fic. they've been genuinely an interesting rarepair ship i want to write

[7hursday]

bestfriend!suguru who finds you sitting in the bathtub with your legs spread, hands that were frantically rubbing at your clit now frozen in place as you two blink at each other.

he was never supposed to even enter the bathroom — best friends have boundaries, after all — but hearing a strained scream of his name had him rushing to check if you were okay.

…only for him to realize a few moments later that it wasn’t a scream.

bestfriend!suguru who wordlessly pulls you out of the bathroom and tosses you onto the bed, ravaging you like a thirsty man that had been stranded in a desert.

your cunt was already sensitive from your previous actions, making you cry out and tangle his locks in between your fingers, but oh god — the way his tongue circled your clit before pushing inside your entrance, lapping up all of your wetness and tongue-fucking you without mercy — you weren’t sure whether to push him away or pull him impossibly closer.

at one point, his spit was almost entirely the reason why you were even wet. he was so persistent, making out with your pussy as if this was his last meal on earth. a clear, stream of liquid shoots out of your pussy when he inserts two fingers and curls them just right, hitting that spongy spot you couldn’t usually reach by yourself.

“oh my fucking god,” suguru pulls away, slick coating his lips and chin as he stares at the mess you’ve made. “look at that pretty pussy. so wet, all f’me,” a soft slap! has your body jolting, making you lift your head to look at him.

bestfriend!suguru who looked absolutely pussydrunk, eyes glazed over and still glued to the spot in between your legs as he fumbled with his belt. his cock was straining so hard against his pants you could’ve sworn they’d actually rip apart.

when he pushes his cock into your cunt, he has to bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, to stop himself from just burying himself to the hilt and fucking you to the point of bruising your cervix. the warmth and wetness surrounding and squeezing around his shaft has him seeing stars, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

when he finally picks up the pace, he ruts into you like a dog in heat, fingers digging into your waist as he chases after his high. he moans at the sinful squelch of your pussy with every thrust— and if he could eat you out and break you with his cock at the same time, he would.

bestfriend!suguru who says, “if I’d known you had a pussy this fuckin’ good, I would’ve made you mine ages ago.”

[arminsumi]

Betting your girl's mouth on a basketball game was crazy — and Suguru was all for it.

After taking a loss that may or may not have been deliberate, jock!Suguru wears a dirty grin on his face while watching you suck his best friends virgin cock like a good girl, loving the nasty wet noises you make while slurping up and down nerd!Satoru's pulsing shaft, slowly stroking himself to the sight of you on your knees, making cock disappear in your mouth like magic.

And Satoru — the poor boy — is losing his mind because he's never felt a woman's lips around his dummy big cock before. He used to tell you that sex is beneath him — now he's throwing his head back, gritting his pearly whites, curling his toes and biting his bottom lip 'till it's all red, totally surrendering to your little mouth — it's just so funny to you, 'cause he's been the know-it-all bastard telling you "... you're just Suguru's slut. If you paid as much attention in class as you did to my best friend's dick, maybe you'd amount to something. Do you even remember what we learned yesterday? Exactly. But I do — that's why I'm the top student and you're just — "

Bla bla bla... Satoru's now showing you how much precum his dummy big cock leaks — it's a sticky mess oozing out of his tip all over your quivering tongue. You looked up at him and winked, and he seethed inside because god he's hated you for so long but now your lips are wrapped around his cock and your mouth is taking him to heaven.

He's whining, biting into his fist, knees all wobbly. the texture of your tongue drives him nuts — then it clicks. oh, this is why my best friend is obsessed with his girlfriend. This is why he can't shut up and stop oversharing his sex life with me.

'Cause heaven really does exist on her tongue.

"fuck, slow down..." Satoru tries to ease his cock out your mouth, feeling his orgasm threatening to erupt at any moment.

But Suguru pushes you back down on his cock, filling your cheeks again, "nah, keep going baby, he's gonna cum — aren't you Satoru? You're gonna cum in my girl's mouth, huh? Come on, big boy, I know how long you've wanted this. Fill this little slut's mouth with your cum."

Those taunting words push him over the edge. His heavy balls tighten up as he feels you suckling his swollen head, and then white ropes come bursting out.

"Ahh—gh! Fuck... nn!"

Satoru's legs give out and he moans like you've never heard a man moan before, releasing all the cum he's worked up for you like he's been waiting years to do this. Actually, he has been waiting years — waiting patiently to find an opportunity to make your jaw ache and eyes well up with tears.

"Baby, you gonna swallow my best friend's cum f'me?" Suguru encourages, stroking his cock lazily against your cheek now.

He watches you compliantly swallow Satoru's seed, and Satoru twitches at the sight.

Huffing, Satoru comes down from his high and brushes his white wispy bangs out of his eyes. He's glaring down at your mouth.

"... still fucking hate you... " Satoru mutters to you in a voice still shaky with the after-effects of his orgasm.

"I still hate you, too." you smile back at him.

His heart flutters and bottom lip twitches. He can't stop staring at your lips, your eyes, your hips, your thighs.

"Ah, Satoru, quit your act — you're the one who proposed this idea in the first place."

You went red in the face. It was Satoru's idea? The mister goody-two-shoes, know-it-all, all A+++ report cards, 'sex is beneath me' Satoru?

"Huh? I thought this was your idea..." but before you can express your surprise you're already feeling Suguru nudge his cockhead against your lips.

"Sh sh, now it's my turn, baby. Open wide."

[kamitv]

Getting a call while Suguru’s balls deep inside you sounds so interesting, lowkey.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Your fiancé would coo into your ear, cock dipping in and out of your sopping cunt languidly as his hot breath hit the crown of your ear.

It would all be so intimate. The way Geto has you beneath him, holding your shaky legs open for himself as his heavy balls smacked against you every time he thrusted his fat cock into you. His hips were moving slow but his dick was splitting you open.

"Sugu," You'd gasp, nails scratching at his toned back as you panted out a heavy breath of air, "Fuck-, mmh..."

"Can't get enough of this pussy, mmgh. Listen t'her talk t'me," He whispers to you, the messy slick of your cunt wetting up his shaft as he drew his hips back hitting both of your ears, "Y’like that, baby? Like bein’ stuffed like this, hm?” Geto questions.

Though, his words weren’t directed to you.

He often did that during sex— talked to your cunt, referring to it as she and baby just like how he talks to you. And it gets even worse whenever he’s giving you head.

Currently though, as Geto talks you, and your pussy, through his steady strokes, you moan his name up until your phone begins to ring.

The sound of your loud ass ring tone makes your lover groan, leaning up away from you just to catch sight of who the hell was calling you. To his surprise, none other than his best friend’s contact name was beaming across your phone screen.

“Hahh,” Geto cracks a half smile, “The fuck is Satoru callin’ you for?” He asks, sounding annoyed despite the amusement etched onto his features.

The curve of his cock sinks deeper into you as he reaches for your cell phone and you scratch at his chest, too fucked out to render what the hell he was talking about. All you wanted was his body pressed up against yours again.

“S-Suguu, shit-, ignore it, please.” You huff out demandingly, earning nothing more than a mere glance from your fiancé as he peers down at you from the corner of his eye.

Swiping your phone up, “Why’s he calling?”

“I don’t know,” You pout, extending a hand to his neck and trying to pull him back down to you. Your attempt almost works as Geto is tugged a bit closer to you, his hips still and his eyes back on your phone buzzing in his palm.

Cocking his head to the side, he smirks, “Find out then,” Suguru says to you.

You’re confused for only a second before an explanation is given through him answering the call and pressing it to your ear. Your eyes go wide as you realize he wants you to talk to Satoru while he’s balls deep inside you.

Gulping, “Sugu-“

“Hello?” You get cut off by the connection of the phone call and the sound of Gojo’s voice in your ear.

Your fiancé smiles down at you and whispers, “Go on, talk to him, baby. Promise I won’t move,” He hums all too sweetly.

It was definitely suspicious coming from him. You’ve been down the road more times than you can count— Geto promising not to fuck you while you talk to someone but ultimately doing so anyway.

With pleading eyes, you nod, hoping he’ll keep his promise this time around. “Hi Satoru,” You say into the phone, watching your fiancé mock you through his facial expressions.

“Heyyy, how are youuu?” Gojo purrs over the phone, his tone letting you know he definitely called to ask you for something.

You take a deep breath, “M’fine, can I ask why you called?”

“Straight to the point I see,” Gojo says with that smug voice of his.

Rolling your eyes, you release a sigh, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm kinda busy right now so uh, make it quick." Your tone was a lot more put together than you expected of yourself, especially with Geto's thick inches stuffed into the hilt of your cunt.

And for a while he doesn't move, he just sit there, marinating in the warmth of your cunt and listening in on your conversation.

“Well, then," Gojo starts, his voice suddenly enthusiastic, "Remember when I came over last week?"

Geto starts to lean up again and you send him skeptical eyes, to which he flashes another innocent smile at you. Then you sigh, "Yes, why?"

"Did I uh, leave my jacket there?" The male over the phone asks.

You blink, "You could've texted me this question y'know," The end of your sentence comes off all too breathy as a thumb suddenly swats over your clit, your free hand moving down to Geto's finger and trying to swat him away.

He just smirks at you though and presses the pad of his thumb into you, watching the way your back arches a bit and your lips part.

"Yes, I could've texted you this questions buuuut, you always ignore me," Gojo argues.

You bite your lip for a moment as Geto draws small circles around your clit-- you knew he was going to do this and yet you still weren't prepared for it. "I do not," You breathe out.

On the other side of the phone, Gojo tilts his head and his borws furrow, "You alright over there? Y'sound out of breath."

"M'fine, Satoru. And n-no, I haven't seen your jacket," You stammer as Geto starts drawing his hips back his eyes locked down on your cunt and how lewdly it's spread open for his cock, smirking before he spits down on it.

"Right... Well can you ask Suguru then?" Gojo continues, "I really need it for-"

"Can I just call you back?" You say all in one breath, trying your best to keep your composure as Geto eases himself back into you, fucking you so very slowly that it's both tortuous and stimulating at the same time.

The full stretch of Geto's thick girth way driving you insane, the way he'd ease back and then push forward, thumbing your clit simultaneously as his salvia smeared and mixed with the mess you've already made of him from earlier.

"Please?" You suddenly whine, not sure if it was really directed toward Gojo or Geto as you said it.

That's when Gojo pauses, his hears practically perking up at the tone of your voice, "Hey... No need to beg me to get off the phone, y'know," He hums, his voice suddenly... lower? "I would've hung up without the please but I dunno, you sound busier than I expected."

Your brows furrow at his sudden resistance toward ending the call, "Meaning?" You question, eyes focused on your fiance's face which was twisted up and he groaned quietly due to the sudden squeeze of your cunt.

There's a slight scoff over the phone, "Oh nothing, just uh-, well, am I interrupting something?"

Your lashes bat in disbelief of Gojo and Geto's losing his mind at how much your pussy's throbbing around his cock. Was that his doing or his best friend's doing? What exactly was Satoru saying to you over the phone and why were you squirming so much?

Geto tears his eyes away from where the two of you are connected and he looks at your face, spotting that you're basically just as confused as he is. Tipping his head to the side, he locks eyes with you and decides that that's the perfect time to thrust every inch of himself back into you.

The way your jaw drops, a moan pouring out so clearly and obscenely-- it makes Geto smile, nearly forgetting that Gojo probably heard that...

Probably would be an understatement too because Gojo's on his end of the call with his face flushed and his eyes widened, "Did you just moan?" He questions.

And as he does so, Geto decides not to hold back anymore, working up that brutal pace of his thrust by thrust as you slap a hand over your mouth and moan into your palm.

Barely even able to utter a response to Gojo, "N-No," You gasp, "I just-, mmh. Fuck, can I please call you back?"

Gojo blinks. Then he swallows, thickly, "Where's Suguru?"

Your mouth opens to respond but the phone is suddenly taken from you. Geto places one hand to your lower abdomen and pushes down slightly on the imprint in your skin where his cock is, his hips smacking into you roughly as you body jerked and you spasm.

Then you hear Geto speaking and realize he's taken the phone, "Busy fuckin' her to tears, call you back later 'Toru," He hums out simply.

Gojo coughs and then he laughs, "Hey wait," He stalls without second thought.

Your fiance tilts his head into the phone and his hips grow a bit harsher with you, the pressure of his hand on your lower abdomen making his swollen cock hit deeper and deeper. Then there was that mean curve of his, beating into where you were sensitive and making you whimper.

"Hm?" Geto hums in response, sounding almost annoyed.

"Y'Mind if I stay on the phone and listen?"

(pt. 2)

[levitonin]

It's him he's the princess

[xiixae]

呪術廻戦 x f!reader . warnings : MDNI 18+ smut . © xiixae

💿 ships / tropes ꒰ separate ꒱ ── ✦

tattooist!gojo , tattooist!geto & tattooist!sukuna x client!reader

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

a piercing feeling of a needle sent shivers down your spine as you bit your lips closed, you were finally getting a tattoo. it was a small 'made in hell' marking the curve under your tits.

"why don't you relax your shoulders a bit, darling?"

come on. you couldn't display your weak side in front of your crush! you had to buckle up, and you knew it already. but knowing it made it worse to control all the moans you were letting out, trying to hide your pain from him.

minute by minute you felt his hand sweating on your belly, your eyes were half-closed but you could tell he was horny. the bulge underneath his baggy lower was very noticeable and he couldn't even hide it.

"mhm- looks like someone's turned on?"

the tattoo was just half way done when he turned off the electric needle, flipping you over to the other side, earning a gasp from you. he spanked the fat of your ass as he spoke.

"for fuck's sake, stop moaning like a slut you whore, its just a tattoo."

he ran his long fingers on the curves of your body, worshiping every inch of your glassy skin, leaving kisses and marks followed by a sharp grip he had on your neck, choking you a little.

"you're mine now, got it?"

he striped off the thinnest fabric of your shorts along with your panties, bending down while angling your pussy inches from his face.

"ahh.. she seems too needy f'me, doesn't she?"

ɢᴇᴛᴏ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

getting a spider lily tattoo stretching along your back had always been dream for you, but it was now a reality thanks to this hot guy you've been simping on for what felt like forever.

"stay still, will ya?"

you let a small 'hmm' sound as you winked at your bestie (more like a reg client), much to his annoyance getting a 'tsk' in return. for fuck's sake why did you always find his tsking so sexy?

a sudden grab around your waist pulled your body backward, your ass rubbing against what you thought it was. ain't no fucking way this was happening.

"y'know what, idiot? i'm sorry but i ain't getting a better timing f'this."

he fondled your tits, drawing a couple of little circles around your nipples, which were already poking out of the only crop top that covered your boobs from the moment he started working on your tattoo.

turning you around, he noticed a light shade of red raising up your cheeks as he rubbed your throbbing cunt against your wet underwear, and it was the last sign for him to make you his.

"buckle up, it's gonna be a long night."

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

you made sure to wear the shortest skirt and the tightest top you had for this one appointment with the sexiest tattooist of your neighborhood. this was the golden opportunity you've always been waiting for, after all.

"c'mere, have a seat. y'want the ink jus'bove your ass, right?"

you nodded as you passed him a smirk while lifting his chin up to make your eyes meet his as he raised a brow before laying on your stomach for the tattoo process, pulling your skirt down a little before he thought he could get a good view.

what you didn't know was why he didn't have any other customer waiting outside in an endless queue just to catch a glance of him. weird?

"you're not really here just f'the tat, hm?"

you turned around sitting upright with your brows frowning at him in disbelief, only watching his smirk grow wider by the second. how the fuck did he know?

"alright, i'll give ya both if y'want, but only after i get what a want from ya."

he got closer to your face, his lips a few millimeters away from yours, but he whispered something in your ear instead.

"be mine. n' i'm not giving a choice."

[strifezz]

Holding each other

[daemontargaryenwhore]

GURL BYE