#Suguru smut

[shawtuzi]

STICKY! STICKY! STICKY! FT. EREN YEAGER & SUGURU GETO

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ paring: bfs!suguru and eren x black coded fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: reader is ovulating jus like me, eren gets left out for a little bit but they make it up to him <3, needy!reader, whiny!sugu, some fondling, unprotected sex, they get caught by eren :0, sleepy eren, eren fucks you while you jerk off sugu, eren and sugu share a kiss, three way kiss, creampie, sugu cums on your pussy, oral f!receiving, a wee bit of aftercare. wc: 2.6k (this is not proofread so sorry bout that) mdni boarder credit: @/cafekitsune

‘suguru….? wake up, please’ *hiccup*

suguru let out a low hum, his thick brows scrunching as he cracked one eye open. you were practically touching noses with him, your lips turned into a deep pout. the faint smell of your peach scented body wash wafted into his nose, stirring him awake even more.

“what’s wrong princess?” he grumbled, blindly reaching out for your soft body. you cuddle more into his side, your lips immediately attaching to his jaw to pepper it in kisses. suguru’s lashes fluttered, his eyes now open completely. “i need you sugu, m’hurting down there,” your voice was still raspy with sleep, a whimper bubbling in your throat.

suguru’s hips jumped forward when you pressed your bottom half into his thigh, the heat from your pussy had his dick stirring in his sweats. “mmph, can’t you wait till the morning when eren is awake? you know he doesn’t like to be left out,” suguru whispered into your neck, squeezing the plushness of your hips.

he had a point—eren did not like to be left out when it came to being intimate with one another. it’s not like he got angry—on the contrary he’d be very pouty about it.

“but i’m ovulatinggg, don’t you feel how wet i am sugu?” you ground you pussy into his thigh the tiniest bit, your slick seeping through your panties and onto his thigh. suguru sucked in a breath through his nose, his eyes flitting over to eren’s sleeping figure. he’ll be quick. he’ll make you cum on his fingers real fast and put you back to sleep. easy.

“come with me,” he whispered, swiftly scooting out of bed, careful to not wake eren. you crawled off the bed, immediately latching to suguru’s side. he guided you to the bathroom, quick to hush your whines once you made it.

suguru lifted you with ease, setting you on the sink. his lips smushed into yours when he heard you squeak, “s-sorry it’s—ah, cold.”

he ran his warm hands over the tops of your thighs, his thumbs brushing over your panty clad pussy. “f-fuck, so wet, baby. what’s got you so worked up honey?” suguru cooed, his finger pulling the crotch of your panties forward before letting it snap back into place. a dewy wet sound echoed throughout the bathroom, making you whimper.

your lips trembled, your clammy hands wrapping around his wrists. “i had a dream about you n’ ren a-and then i woke up all wet. renny had such a long day at work i *sniffle* didn’t wanna disturb him,” before you knew it tears began to fill your lash line. you were always a crybaby when you were this needy.

suguru hummed, his thumb rubbing up and down over your slit, the soft cotton of your panties now rubbing deliciously over your swollen nub. “m’gonna make you cum on my fingers then we gotta go back to sleep, okay?” suguru whispered into your ear, his thumb now rubbing slowww circles over your clit.

your bottom half bucked into suguru’s touch, a dribble of your essence seeping into your already beyond soaked panties. suguru pulled your panties to the side, a gasp catching in his throat at how puffy n’ swollen your pussy was. your clit stood out from between your lips, practically begging him to wrap his lips around the bud. “t-touch me sugu,” you whined, a stray tear falling from your eye and onto your cheek that was still puffy from sleep.

geto kissed the tear away, two of his fingers now pushing between your slippery folds. you preened into his touch, burying your face in his warm, naked chest. suguru rubbed sloppy circles over your clit, his teeth clamping onto his bottom lip so hard it almost drew blood. just a taste won’t hurt right?

no, no, he had to focus. this wasn’t about him it was about you, and getting you back to sleep as soon as possible.

“s’not enough sugu, n-need your mouth or dick pleaseee.” suguru’s dick throbbed in his sweats, the leaky tip smearing against the soft fabric—he always slept commando. he sucked in a sharp breath when he felt your warm tongue wrap around his nipple, swirling around the bud until his forehead fell pitifully against the crown of your head. “b-but what about ren? i already feel bad en—”

“we’ll make it up to him,” you cut suguru off, cradling his face in your soft hands, “you know he can’t stay mad at us for too long.” you did have a point….

suguru whimpered, his hips bucking forward when you pawed at his clothed erection. “feels so hot, even over your sweats sugu,” you licked at your lips, squeezing his dick. “mmph! o-okay okay, take it p-please,” geto hissed, his heart beating faster once you finally pulled his dick out of its confinements.

“o-oh shit!” suguru gasped rather violently, your hand quickly slapping over his mouth at his sudden outburst. he mewled into your hand, his eyes apologetic. you were just so fucking wet. the second he slipped into your warmth it was as if he was having an out of body experience. your pussy throbbed around his tip, a drizzle of your essence trickling down the base.

you slowly removed your hand from suguru’s mouth, his lips smashing into yours seconds after. he whimpered into your mouth, his hips pushing forward a couple inches. “gotta be quiet sugu,” you moaned softly, your fingers threading into his hair, messing up his bun more than it already was. “i know, i know m’sorry baby,” he pushed in the final inches of his dick, his rough hands gripping onto your thighs for stability.

each time geto pulled out a dewy, squelching sound followed. your wetness dripped onto the counter and the floor but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care about the mess. suguru looked down to where your bodies connected, his eyes turning into hearts watching how greedily your pussy sucked him back in.

“f-faster sugu, faster,” you mewled, your lips latching onto his chest once more. suguru shook his head rapidly, a groan bubbling in his throat when you started to suck on his nipple. “i can’tttt baby, i-it wasn’t even supposed to go this far.”

“what are you guys doing?”

you and suguru both froze, his dick still fully sheathed inside you. you heard footsteps get closer until they stopped at the bathroom door.

“sugu?”

suguru turned his head to lock eyes with eren. his hair was a mess, hair sticking out in all directions from his bun. his eyes were still puffy with sleep, a deep pout etched onto his lips.

“you’re fooling around without me?” eren rasped, stepping closer to the both of you. your hand immediately went forward to tuck his hair behind his ear, his cheek nuzzling into your palm. “m’sorry ren, it was an emergency and you were so sleepy i didn’t wanna wake you,” your voice was as sweet as honey as you spoke to him, your thumb caressing the apple of his cheek.

“l-look at how swollen she is renny,” suguru pulled out just the tiniest bit to show eren how puffy your pussy was. eren hummed, his hand reaching between your bodies to rub at your clit. suguru’s hips stuttered forward when you clenched around him making eren let out a deep chuckle. “keep going.”

suguru didn’t waste another second, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward. your hands gripped onto the porcelain counter, eyes flitting to the growing bulge in eren’s boxers. suguru followed your eyes, his heart feeling heavy when he saw how hard eren was.

“h-here ren, you take over. got her all nice n’ stretched out for ya,” suguru pressed a quick peck to eren’s neck before slowly pulling out, a whine bubbling in his throat at the loss of warmth.

eren yanked down his boxers with a grunt, a tired smirk coming onto his face at the obscene wet sounds your pussy made just from him slapping his tip against it. “jerk him off for me princess,” eren hummed, finally slipping into your tight heat. his forehead fell against your shoulder, baby hairs tickling the side of your face. your head tilted back, thudding softly against the mirror behind you.

“c-c’mere sugu,” you blindly reached out for him, gasping when you felt how hard he was in your hand. he dick was still wet from previously being inside you, but eren being the sweet bf he was pulled his face out of your neck and turned his head to let a glob of spit fall onto suguru’s base. suguru whimpered, his hips thrusting into your hand. “thank you ren.”

“no problem babe,” eren grunted, his cheeks flaming hot at the sudden nickname he called suguru. suguru bit down a smile, his cheeks turning the same shade of pink as eren’s. “you guys are so cute—ah!” your toes curled when eren gave you a particularly harsh thrust, his dick bumping into that special spongy spot deep inside you.

the sloshing of your soaked pussy echoed throughout the entire bathroom, a thick sheen of your cream coating the base of eren’s dick. “f-fuck so wet baby, you shoulda woke me up,” eren grunted into your neck, licking and sucking at the sweaty skin. you nodded, tears brimming your eyes once again, “i know, i know, i-i’m sorry renny. we both are,” you cried out, your hand tightening around suguru’s dick.

suguru felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs when you squeezed his tip rather roughly, his head falling forward. “is that true sugu? you just as sorry as she is?” eren turned his head slightly to look at suguru, his hand running gently down his toned back, goosebumps rising in their wake.

suguru nodded his head rapidly, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried his absolute best not to bust all over your hand. “y-yes eren, i knew better m’sorry.”

“awww heh it’s okay sugu, i know the only thing you’re good at thinking with is your dick—hah! especially when it comes to her,” eren chuckled, gripping your jaw between his fingers. “give her a kiss, make it messy.”

suguru leant forward, smashing his swollen lips against yours. you parted your lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. you ran your thumb over his slit and that’s what had suguru moaning loudly into your mouth, a stray shot of his cum landing on your palm. “don’t you dare fucking finish, not until i say so,” eren growled, tightening his grip on your jaw. even when he was so so sleepy he still remained his dominant self.

“s-sorry ren,” suguru panted against your mouth, his eyes squeezing shut to stop himself from cumming anymore. his lower half felt as if it was gonna combust into pieces, his leaky tip smearing pre all over the tips of your fingers. “good boy,” eren grunted, pulling his hips all the way back before slamming forward.

his strokes were fast, yet precise, bumping into your special spot with each brutal thrust. “f—huck ren!” your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head when eren forced his way into you and sugu’s kiss, his tongue entangling with yours. sure, it was messy, but it was also one of the hottest kisses you or suguru ever experienced.

“eren please i-i, fuck, i can’t h-hold it much longer. please lemme cummm, i don’t wanna disappoint you,” suguru cried into the kiss, tears brimming his eyes. eren felt his balls tighten as the sound of suguru’s pathetic whines, a deep growl rumbling in his chest.

“j-just a little bit longer. y/n? you still with us baby?” eren tapped on your cheek, his thumb slipping into your drooling mouth. you nodded dumbly, sucking softly on eren’s thumb. your hand picked up the pace stroking suguru’s dick, the veins on the underside throbbing against your fingers.

your thighs trembled, hand slapping against eren’s back as you came with a squeal. “f-fuck, okay, okay cum now sugu. cum all over her pussy like a good boy,” eren growled, his forehead dropping against your shoulder. his thrusts were never ending, wave after wave of your cum hitting his lower abdomen.

suguru’s abs tensed, his mouth dropping open to let out a pornographic moan. his hips continued to shakily thrust into your hand, little ‘ah! ah! ah!’s slipping past his puffy lips. streaks of his cum landed messily on your mound, some dribbling onto eren’s dick, making it extra wet as he fucked into you.

eren was the last to finish, his hips slamming into yours one last time before he shot his load into you with a whine. his hips circled, milking his orgasm as much as possible before he pulled out of you abruptly with a loud squelch.

eren’s chest heaved up and down, his tongue running over his bottom lip. “clean it up sugu,” he hummed, stepping to the side, tucking his dick back in his boxers. with shaky legs suguru knelt down, his tongue immediately latching onto your swollen clit. “a-ah! c-careful sugu m’so sensitive,” you sniffled, tugging on his dark locs.

“don’t. matter of fact, make her cum again. she needs to be punished for convincing you to fool around without me,” eren smirked, crossing his arms as he leant against the doorframe. suguru hummed against your pussy, his big hands coming up to part your thighs wider. his tongue lolled out of his mouth, collecting yours and eren’s cum on his tongue. your feet kicked against his back when he shoved his tongue in your clenching hole, the muscle swiping against your gummy walls.

suguru hissed when he was suddenly tugged back roughly by his hair, his eyes flitting to eren who was standing over him. for such a big man he’d never felt so tiny under eren’s intense stare. “don’t think you’re off the hook either, m’just too tired to deal with the both of you. now make her cum.”

suguru sniffled, silently nodding his head before going back to work on your cunt. he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth, his tongue cupping your clit. his tongue gently, yet swiftly caressed your throbbing clit.

it wasn’t long before you felt your second orgasm of the night approaching, your thighs trembling around his head. with one last suck you were cumming in suguru’s mouth, waves of your essence hitting his awaiting mouth. suguru pulled away from your pussy with a lewd pop! his hand coming up to wipe his mouth.

once suguru was standing eren pulled him in for a kiss, humming at the taste of your cum on his tongue. he pulled away, a line of spit connecting their lips, “go lay down. m’gonna clean her up real quick ‘kay?” suguru nodded, letting out a yawn himself before making his way back to the bedroom.

eren retrieved a washcloth, running it under warm water before gently running it over the insides of your thighs. you whined once he reached your pussy, his lips pressing against your forehead as a silent apology. “did so good for us baby,” eren whispered against your forehead, his praise had you smiling, burying your face in his chest out of shyness.

eren chuckled, setting the washcloth aside before scooping you in his arms. you were already halfway asleep when he made it to the bedroom. suguru was passed out as well, his chest rising and falling slowly. eren laid you next to suguru, your arms absentmindedly wrapping around his sleeping form.

eren smiled to himself, quietly reaching over for his phone. he just couldn’t resist himself.

he snapped a picture of the two of you before getting into bed himself, his arm draping over your waist.

you and suguru were some of the most whiny, sex crazed people he’s ever encountered but he wouldn’t trade you both for anything in this world :((

[4th-siscon-stsg]

(CW: inc3st, brother's-bsf!satoru & big bro!suguru and they're both fucking CREEPS. panty stealering, sc3nt k1nk, panty licking AND sniffin AND hu.mp1ng, suguru being a total creep, mentions of a 3some & c.umsh0ts at the end)

BSF!TORU and BRO!SUGU both steal your panties btw

at first it started as a silly game. SATORU did it one day, grabbing your panties when they were in the dryer and made a whole show of it, just to get you angry; waving them and fawning over them, while SUGURU snickered in the background.

he tried to tell his best friend off, he really did! but your pout and your red cheeks and little embarrassed squeals, as you jumped as high as you could to get them back, were all too cute!

in the end they did apologize. on their knees at that. took your berating and bowed their heads to your lil sister fury, tho none really felt much regret even after the fact.

...then they did it again, when you weren't even home to make a prank out of it.

once more, SATORU started it, showing up in SUGURU's room with the little lacey piece of fabric in his hands like a hidden treasure, and the most stupid grin ever on his face.

maybe they took turns sniffing them and licking them, like two little weirdos. maybe. commenting on how the fabric smelled and felt so nice, but they could still get some of your taste and scent in them if they focused hard enough.

maybe SATORU took it home. and maybe SUGURU pretended to be angry when his friend sent him a picture of his sweet little sister's panties on his bed, “showing the goods” as he called it.

“you're crazy, satoru. i can't believe you really took them home. what would my sister say if she found out?”

maybe SUGURU cursed him through text, even though on the other side he was rutting his hips into another pair (a used one at that), cumming all over them in embarrassing amounts.

you were delighted when you came come that night and your dear big brother had done your laundry, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek before taking it dry and folded back to your room. you were so lucky to have such a kind sibling, right?

truth is, he had evidence to cover. and next time he saw you walking in those same panties around the house, he would have so many things to imagine.

like those same panties still having his cum on them; making the fabric wet and sticking to your sweet lil pussy lips. bending you over the kitchen counter, taking turns with SATORU to shoot load after load all over your perfect body and not just your used clothes.

[cuntphoric]

Hi are you doing reqs? this is my 1st time and if you are taking then I wanna ask like satosugu wants to do the thing but then you're there so like they cant so instead they include you??

a/n; yup i am! i'm gonna try my best on this one because there's not much info on this one (like if you want any specific positions or any other details) but i hope you enjoy this one & thanks for requesting i feel honored to be your first ^_^

shoko didn't even look up from her spot on the couch, a cigarette dangling between her fingers as she waved you off. "can you grab my phone from satoru's room? think i've left it there and i'm not getting up."

"..yes, ma'am," you replied, mock saluting her as you stood up and walked to his room. this wasn't the first time she'd sent you on errands for her before but it had never involved two guys cocks being in you.

you sighed, not even bothering to knock - which you probably should've now that you thought about it.. and opened the door. because who else would've expected gojo and geto's being fully naked, stroking each other?

gojo's long fingers were wrapped around geto's cock, pale against the flushed, darker skin of his shaft, his strokes slow and lazy, almost waiting for something - or someone. geto, in turn, had his hand firmly around gojo’s, his grip more tighter as he went faster than gojo, pumping him in long, deliberate strokes. the way their hands moved in tandem was almost hypnotic for you.

they were full on naked.

gojo, pale and smooth, his chest broad and lean with defined muscle tapering into a slutty ass waist. his happy trail is faint, a thin line of soft, white hair that starts just below his navel and leads down to his cock - his cock was LONG, that's all you knew. his thighs seemed strong and toned now leading up to his sharp hips- then your gaze landed on geto.

geto's body is nothing BUT divine, like he was crafted by the gods themselves. his skin glows like it was sun kissed, just golden and flawless. stretched over muscles, chest broad and chiseled - each sculpted muscle standing out beautifully. then tapering down to a lean, narrow waist. his happy trail, dark and bolder then gojo's, runs down like a sacred path from just below his navel, a perfect line of hair that guides your eyes downward to the true masterpiece. his dick. it's looked to be more thicker and heavy than gojo's, it was a smooth, darker shaft and a slightly thicker head that’s flushed a deep, rich pink. his thighs are strong and more solid, their definition visible when he shifts, leading up to narrow hips- and then your gaze landed on they're eyes, staring right back at you.

shit.

you basically screamed out, "I AM SO- SO SORRY- I-I DIDN'T THINK- I-" and got cut off by two mesmerizing laughs.

"you said she was with shoko," geto muttered, his hand still moving on gojo.

"she was!" gojo shot back, rolling his eyes but not bothering to stop. he rubbed his thumb lazily over the tip of geto's cock - all in front of you.

"didn’t even lock the door," geto mused with a sigh, his smirk widening as he glanced at you. "hm."

you couldn’t decide whether you wanted the ground to swallow you whole or them to swallow you whole.

but then gojo tilted his head, smirking smugly. "so, are you just gonna stand there, or..?"

your heart almost stopped. almost. "..or what?"

geto's gaze darkened, his smirk curling by the second. "or are you going to make yourself useful?" finishing gojo's sentence for him.

the air felt heavy, charged with something you couldn’t name. not to them though, to them the air just felt smelt like sex. your legs locked in place as your brain struggled to keep up.

"..useful how?" you managed to croak out.

gojo laughed, low and breathy, as he leaned back against the headboard, spreading his legs wider like he was giving you a full invitation, while geto spat on his hand to rub up and down on his shaft. "you're already here, so why not join us? unless," he paused, his smirk deepening, arching his eyebrow, "you're too shy to handle it?"

geto chuckled softly, his voice smooth as he tipped his chin toward you. "we won't bite too hard."

you blinked a couple of times, your mind spinning, but your body betrayed you, heat pooling low in your stomach as their words wrapped around you like a blanket was hard to resist.

because now? now you didn’t even know how it happened. one second, you were standing there, frozen and flustered, and the next, you were on your fours, fully out and bare.

gojo was behind you, his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back into him as he pushed in with no patience. his cock stretched you in a way that made you gasp at first, your flat hands turning into fists as your body arched. he wasn't gentle - he didn’t give you time to adjust, but it did went in slightly more easier because of the spit geto originally rubbed onto him. instead snapping his hips forward with a mean, deliberate force that made your breath hitch.

"ah, you’re taking me so well," gojo murmured, his voice low and almost teasing as he leaned down to your ear. "so tight, baby. thought you'd be shy, but look at you now."

before you could respond - if you even could - geto was in front of you, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he guided it to your lips. "open up, pretty," he said, his tone soft but so commanding, his dark eyes watching you intently to see your mouth open.

you listened, parting your lips as he slid it inside, his cock thick and heavy on your tongue. the taste of him fully flooded your senses, earthy and heady, and the groan he let out as you hollowed your cheeks sent heat rushing through you.

"oh yeah, that's it," geto praised, his voice sleek as his fingers threaded through your hair, holding you in place as he began to move, pushing his dick into your mouth delicately with the roll of his hips. in all honesty - he's been wanting to get his cock inside your mouth since.. well.. forever.

gojo's pace behind you didn't falter, his cock hitting deep with every thrust, dragging sounds out of you that you couldn’t muffle even with geto's dick in your mouth. the way they moved together was sickening, each thrust from gojo pushing you forward onto geto roughly, their rhythms were perfectly synced - gojo pushing you harder into geto's mouth with every thrust and geto pushing you back onto gojo's long dick as he throat fucks you.

and then, suddenly, they went slower.

you blinked for a moment, until you felt them shift. gojo leaned down over you, his chest pressing against your back as his lips brushed your shoulder, and geto tilted his head down to meet him.

their lips met just beneath you, soft and slow at first, then deeper, more urgent. the kiss was messy, all heat and all tongue, their breaths mingling as they moved together.

the sight alone had you tightening around gojo, drawing a low, breathy moan from him that he poured right into geto's mouth.

gojo's half lidded eyes fluttered as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, a string of saliva stretching, connecting their lips. geto pulled back first, his lips shiny and swollen as he glanced down at you with a lazy smirk. "enjoying the view?" he hummed out, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

gojo laughed, his hands tightening on your hips as he thrust forward again, more harder this time to make up for the lost time. "she loves it, duh," he spoke, his tone dripping with obviousness. "don’t you, sweetheart?"

your breath hitched, the overwhelming heat of it all forcing a shaky, whisper, "y-yeah!" out of you, barely audible over the sound of the skin slapping against another.

"told you," gojo chuckled, his voice taunting as he angled his hips just right, pulling another broken moan from you.

geto hummed from in front of you, a lazy smirk curling on his lips as he tilted your chin up to meet his dark, lidded gaze. "so glad gojo didn't lock the door," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip.

..then, everything felt like a haze as you stumbled back into the living room.

"couldn't find your phone," you mumbled to shoko, your voice hoarse as you avoided her gaze, your body still warm and trembling, still obviously feeling it.

shoko didn't even look up, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke. "huh. guess it's somewhere else, then," she sighed, leaning her head back onto the pillow.

meanwhile, your knees wobbled as you dropped onto the couch, your mind running a whole maraton with everything that had just unfolded behind that closed, unlocked door.

[faintrustle]

GETO SUGURU:

[nanamincreampie]

A Christmas to Remember

Geto Suguru x Black plus size reader

Warnings: Nipple play( kinda??), pussy-eating, missionary, mating press

The snow falls softly outside the cabin, blanketing the world in silence and serenity. Inside, the scent of pine from the Christmas tree mingles with the rich aroma of hot cocoa, creating the perfect holiday atmosphere. You and Geto sit by the fire, a cozy blanket draped over your legs as you admire the warm glow of the lights adorning the tree.

“Can you believe I found that tree myself?” Geto says, a proud smirk tugging at his lips.

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Found it? You mean you pointed to the nearest one and had me do half the decorating?”

He chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to your temple. “Guilty. But you’ve got the better eye for it, anyway. Look at how perfect it turned out.”

Your heart warms at his words, the affection in his tone as undeniable as the soft look in his eyes. The past year has been long and hard, filled with challenges and sacrifices, but here, in this secluded cabin with Geto by your side, all of that feels like a distant memory.

You exchange small, thoughtful gifts as the fire crackles and the snow falls outside. Geto’s gift is a delicate necklace with a charm shaped like a snowflake, which takes your breath away.

“It reminded me of you,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Beautiful, unique, and something I never want to lose.”

Your chest tightens with emotion, and you throw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. “You’re too much, Suguru,” you whisper, your voice thick with affection.

“Not nearly enough,” he murmurs back, his arms tightening around you.

The evening flows seamlessly, filled with quiet laughter, shared memories, and tender moments. As the night deepens, the firelight casting golden hues across the room, Geto leans closer, his hand brushing yours.

“You know,” he begins, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, “this year wouldn’t have been the same without you. I’m not great with words, but... I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

His honesty catches you off guard, and you find yourself speechless for a moment. He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I want to show you,” he whispers, his eyes dark with intent.

The atmosphere shifts the warmth between you taking on a new intensity. He moves closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender but quickly deepens.

His lips are on you immediately, starting at the delicate curve of your neck and trailing down with slow, open-mouthed kisses. His hands move expertly, slipping under your sweater to glide over your skin, his touch sending sparks of heat coursing through your body. When he pulls the shirt over your head, he pauses, his gaze roaming appreciatively over your bare torso.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over your chest before leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing it just enough to make you gasp, while his other hand rolls the other nipple between his fingers. The sharp pull of pleasure makes your back arch, and Geto chuckles softly against your skin.

“Sensitive tonight, aren’t we?” he teases, his lips trailing lower.

When his hands move to your pants, he takes his time, unbuttoning them with a deliberate slowness that has you writhing beneath him. He slides them down, pressing kisses to the newly exposed skin of your hips and thighs, until you’re left in nothing but your underwear.

He presses his mouth against the thin fabric of your panties, his warm breath sending a shiver through you. “You’re already so wet,” he remarks, his voice full of praise. “I’ve barely even started.”

Hooking his fingers into the waistband, he pulls them down and discards them, his gaze darkening as he takes in the sight of you bare before him. “So perfect,” he murmurs, his hands parting your thighs to settle between them.

His tongue is warm and soft as it drags through your folds, the sensation making you gasp and clutch at his hair. Geto starts slow, savoring the taste of you, his tongue exploring every inch of your heat. When he finally wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently, your hips jerk against his mouth, but his strong hands hold you firmly in place.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice vibrating against you as his fingers slide inside you with a smooth, practiced motion. He curls them just right, pressing against the spot that has your toes curling and your breaths coming in shallow gasps. “Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he urges, his tongue flicking over your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

The combination is overwhelming. His name spills from your lips in a breathless moan as your body tightens under his ministrations. He presses harder, his fingers moving faster, and the coil of pleasure deep in your belly snaps.

The release is explosive your thighs tremble as a gush of warmth surges from you, coating his hand and chin. You gasp, your body jerking uncontrollably, and Geto groans in satisfaction, his lips never leaving you as he works you through the aftershocks.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with pride and desire. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart for me.”

When you’re finally still, he wipes his chin with the back of his hand, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he kisses his way back up your body. His lips capture yours, letting you taste yourself as he presses his length against you, the hardness of him igniting the fire in your belly all over again.

He doesn’t rush as he enters you, his gaze fixed on yours, his forehead resting against yours as he stretches you open inch by inch. “You feel so good,” he groans, his voice rough with restraint. “So tight, so perfect, just for me.”

He starts slow, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm that leaves you breathless. But when he shifts your legs, hooking them over his shoulders and pressing your knees close to your chest in a perfect mating press, the angle has you crying out his name.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with affection and lust. His hand finds your clit again, rubbing in tight circles that send shockwaves through your overstimulated body. “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

You nod frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds again, sharper and more intense this time. His thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate, as he coaxes you toward another release. When it hits, it’s even more powerful than the last, your body trembling uncontrollably as another gush escapes you, soaking the rug beneath you.

“Fuck,” Geto groans, his hips stuttering as he feels your walls clench around him. The sight of you falling apart beneath him pushes him over the edge, and he buries himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as his name tumbles from your lips in a breathless chant.

He collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms as the fire crackles softly in the background. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re everything to me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with love. “Merry Christmas, my love.”

And as you lay together under the glow of the Christmas tree, your bodies tangled and your hearts full, you know this moment will stay with you forever.

[its-pip-art]

Merry Christmas 🎅🏼

[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."

[sugoroo]

ʚɞ warnings: fem!reader, obsessive behaviour, pervy geto, stalking, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, fingering, oral (f receiving), creampie, hints of yandere, 18+ minors dni.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who notices you the moment you first attend one of his classes, immediately singling you out among the small group of his regulars laying down their mats.

he's never seen someone so young and pretty in his studio before — most of his customers were married middle-aged women old enough to be his mother. but not you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who takes a very keen interest in you from that very first session, his sharp gaze never leaving you for long each time you come in. to his dismay, however, you always take the spot right at the back of the room, meaning he has to crane his neck around all of the gossiping older ladies to get a good look at you. hmm, that won't do.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who keeps you behind one day after a class, subtly suggesting that you move closer to the front so he can 'get a clearer look' at your progress. and if you catch on to the real reason he wants you closer, you don't say anything; so he assumes you bought the excuse. perfect.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who, once you begin working right at the front, gets more and more handsy as time goes on. what began as just a light brush of his fingers to improve your positioning turns into him fully grasping your hips to manoeuvre your body the way he wants.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who isn't oblivious to the jealous looks cast in your direction from the other women when he does this. he just pays them no mind; he's not interested in them, after all. only you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who finds himself becoming increasingly obsessed with you after each session, talking yoga instructor!gojo's ear off about how pretty you are and how utterly delicious the arch of your back is when he gets everyone to do the downward dog stretch.

his friend laughs but reminds him that it's strictly against the rules of the yoga studio to get involved with a customer (as if he cares about such trivial things like that.)

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts insisting on you staying behind after every single class, claiming it would be good for you to have some one-on-one sessions with him to hone your skills. when you don't protest, he thinks you must either be completely clueless or into him just as much as he is you. he really hopes it's the latter.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who uses these private classes to get you to do various risqué positions for him that definitely aren't real yoga stretches. but what you don't know can't hurt you, right?

pervy yoga instructor!geto whose mood becomes sour once you stop attending his sessions. had he gone too far? did you think he was a creep? he didn't even care if you filed a report about him for his behaviour at this point — as long as it meant he got to see you at the subsequent meeting.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who only lasts a few weeks before he's rifling through the customer files in his office, yanking out your folder and scanning the page.

once he finds your address, he's in his car and on the way there, breaking every speed limit on the way. and before he even knows it, he's outside your house, peeking in through the window.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who spots you curled up on your couch, crying softly in front of the television while spooning ice cream into your pretty mouth. and suddenly, all his previous anger is replaced with concern. he hasn't even formed an excuse to explain why he's here before he's knocking on the door.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who hurriedly tells you that "it's company policy to check on customers who haven't attended sessions for a certain amount of time", mentally patting himself on the back when you seem to buy it and let him into your apartment.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who listens intently as you spill all the details about your cheating asshole of a boyfriend. so that's why you've been absent. but don't worry — he can make you forget all about that worthless scum. after all, he didn't deserve you anyway!

suguru could treat you so much better. and he will, if you let him.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who kisses your tears away, hushing you softly and whispering in your ear about how beautiful you are and how he's had his eye on you since you first entered his studio. (he leaves out the part where he's fucked his fist to the thought of you in those tight little yoga pants countless times. he doesn't want to scare you off!)

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts by running his hands over your perfect body he's been imagining touching just like this for so long, burying his head between your soft thighs and eating you out like it's his last meal until you're all nice and gushy.

he only stops when your tears of sadness turn into those of pleasure, until you're practically begging him to fuck you.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who starts by fucking you nice and slow on your couch in missionary, praising you over and over in that silken purr of his like you deserve. but soon enough he's flipping your body around, putting you in the yoga position that you always do the best for him; downward dog, ruthlessly rutting his fat cock into you from behind like an animal.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who has to use all of his willpower to make sure you cum on his cock first before he lets go himself, despite the fact he could've busted a nut the second he eased into your warm, tight little pussy.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who watches in silent satisfaction as his goopy cum oozes out of your abused cunt, quickly fingering it right back inside to make sure not a single drop goes to waste. "it's all for you, sweet baby." he murmurs, voice raspy and deep.

pervy yoga instructor!geto who effortlessly carries your exhausted body to your bedroom bridal style, cooing in your ear the entire way about how you're his now, and he's going to take such good care of you, his favourite girl.

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[hoernypie]

tags: breeding kink

"I can't anymore," you moan trying to get away from him, nails scratching the rug as you move forward just to be pulled back by him. Your cheek is pressed against the carpet, now wet from your drool and tears as he fucks your pussy for god knows which time by now, slick and cum dripping out of you with a squelching sound every time he pushes into you. "Sweetheart, you said that you want a baby and I'll make sure to give it to you," he panted out, fingers digging into the soft skin on your hips as he continued bullying your pussy.

[gojosprettyprincess]

Jujutsu Kaisen + Twitter Links

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Choso Kamo

Fucking you from behind

Pounding you in doggy

Waking you up by eating you

Fucking you till you squirt

Anal

Him when you ride him

Fingering you

Satoru Gojo

Choking you while fucking you

Slapping your ass while he pounds you from behind

Bouncing on his dick in his car

Recording a video for Suguru

Holding your hands while eating your pussy

Shutting you up

Toji Fushiguro

Slapping your ass from behind

He loves having you all filled up

Fucking your throat

Lifting you up and fucking you

How he eats pussy

Putting you in your place

[doestalker]

roomate with benefits!geto who returns from work, stressed, to the apartment you share with him. he's ready for a long shower, only to find you in the sole bathroom the place had taking a bath.

your nude body relaxing in the pink bubbly water, a cigarette between your fingers with the smoke lazily dancing above the tip. soft melodies coming from your speaker fill the cramped space with a soothing hum.

you look up at him and smile softly. he returns the gesture, a slight tint of fatigue in his expression. his tired eyes lazily scan your body, taking in your figure as he leans against the doorframe.

"how was work?" you ask.

"awful," he sighs.

you don't answer. instead, you take a drag of your cigarette and gesture with your finger for him to get closer. he huffs a soft laugh, pulling the hairband from his long hair before he starts unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his eyes never leaving yours.

he undresses until he's down to his briefs, then sits on the edge of the bathtub and takes the cigarette from your fingers. he takes a long drag, the smoke curling out from his nose as he exhales with a loud sigh.

"wanna get in?" you offer.

-

the splashes of the bath water almost compete with envy with the wet sounds of your pussy being pounded. geto was laying down on the bath, his neck on the pink headrest you bought online, his long legs spreading alongside the small bathtub. his fingers were gripping the sides of your hips so hard that they may leave a couple bruises. you were riding him - well, you were on top of him while he fucked you.

from your point of view, you could appreciate his expressions. how his brows furrowed, how his teeth sank on his bottom lip, how his eyes rolled back into his skull when you swayed your hips in circular motions. he was a sight for sore eyes with his pale skin flushed from the pleasure and his black hair damp from the water.

his length was buried deep inside your walls, his balls slamming against your ass when he thrusted up. he may've been tired, but that never meant a mediocre fuck. no, he always went all out with you. always so passionate.

"fuck- you're being so good to me, always so good. being my little stress ball, my little toy to relieve my stress, hm? you like it when i use you like this?"

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and constantly whines for you to let him touch you all the time, even when you're both around others. you've lost count of how many times he grabs you and pulls you into his lap, his warm hands slipping under your shirt while sitting next to g. suguru, who's attention is no longer on the tv.

'he doesn't mind,' satoru always comforts you, grinning into the skin of your neck. 'sugu's my best friend, he knows i can't help but touch you, baby.'

best friend or not, that doesn't explain how you always ended up with your legs spread open wide in satoru's lap, your jeans and panties discarded somewhere on the floor as suguru kisses all over your thighs. the two of them talk like you aren't even there, as if you aren't growing wetter as each second passes.

"satoru," suguru purrs, his fingers running up and down your soft lips, parting them open to watch slick slowly drip out of you. "you must be doing something else to her. i've never seen it get wet so quickly." the way he speaks so calmly makes you dizzy. it's unfair, so fucking unfair how calm and collected suguru is when he's inches away from your pussy, those pretty purple eyes focused on it.

"yeah? 's wet?" it's also unfair how riled up it gets satoru, seeing his pretty baby getting shy because his best friend is rubbing his fingers up and down her slick folds. "she's so messy, isn't she? she's the prettiest little pussy," he coos into your ear. that gets a chuckle from suguru, his eyes finally looking at you. "always the one to talk to the pussy and not about it, aren't you, satoru?"

his fingers finally focus on your clit, rubbing little circles into it. both you and satoru look pretty from this angle, suguru notices. the pure need and shyness on your face paired with that manic desperation on satoru's...it's a perfect picture, one he wants saved forever. maybe next time you'll let him take some pictures...after all, he needs a new background for his phone.

"c'mooon, sugu...give her a kiss? c'mon, c'mon, give that cunt a kiss, tell me how sticky 'n' wet she is," satoru fucking begs, acting as if he's the one spread open and dripping. but you second the thought, giving suguru the prettiest little puppy eyes.

"anything for you, princess," he coos softly, leaning down and pressing a little kiss on your clit. it's so light you barely feel it but then he's peppering kisses on it, your wetness starting to get on his lips and making each press of his lips sticker and wetter. "s-sugu-!" before you can even beg for more, his mouth is on you. his tongue is so wet and hot on your cunt, it feels like he was drooling for you.

"does she taste good? how wet is she, suguru, c'mon, tell me, tell me how that pussy tastes, pretty please?"

"mm, satoru, it's almost as if you wanted to be between her legs."

"who wouldn't? she's so pretty, she's squirmin' so cutely, my pretty baby, my needy little mochi, her pussy's always so creamy and warm and messy, god, i miss it right now."

"shit...stop talking like that, you're gettin' me flustered, should i-"

"s-sugu, please, keep going," you so politely ask. it's unbearable how cute you are, it's taking everything in him to keep being nice, to keep treating your cunt nicely. he knows satoru is mean and practically bullies your pretty slit almost every day, but he wants to be the nice one, the one who you go to when your 'toru' is being too mean. yet, you're making it so fucking hard when you look at him with lidded eyes that beg him to be rougher with you...

but he knows he's done for when satoru whispers something in your ear that has your eyes fluttering a bit and gets a pretty little gasp from you. those gorgeous eyes—oh, do you have little tears in them too?—connect with his and he's fucked.

"s-suguuu, please," you coo to him, moving your legs to hook over his shoulders and pull him closer to the apex of your thighs. "i need your mouth on my pussy r-really bad, please don't tease me." you take a pause and squeeze your eyes shut, whining a little as satoru coos for you to keep going. "g-give my...my messy cunt attention, suguru..."

suguru shakily sighs and the next thing you know, his mouth is smushed against your pussy, his tongue hungrily swirling against your clit as his hands grab onto the fat of your thighs. he doesn't know what gojo told you in order to hear you say that, but he's silently thanking him as he messily sucks and slurps at your juicy cunt.

it's so hot, all it takes is a few swipes of his tongue and you're gushing everywhere. suguru lowers his head to dip into your hole and he moans. he missed this, missed the sweet taste of your juices on his tongue as you squirmed and moaned for him, your boyfriend's best friend.

"fuck, i-i can hear how wet she is," comes satoru's pitiful whine, his hand dipping down to swipe at your clit as suguru focused on lapping up everything that dripped out of you. "lemme help, lemme help, wanna help you get her creamy, sugu." the feeling of suguru groaning into your puffy folds has you keening, arching your back against satoru's chest. oh, he's in heaven watching you both. "yeah, you didn't know she could cream, didya? put your fingers in her, sugu, put 'em in that sticky little pussy 'n' angle up."

reluctantly pulling his mouth off you with a wet sound, suguru slips two of his fingers in you. he doesn't miss the cry of his name, but he really doesn't miss the delirious giggle and moan when he angles his fingers up, rubbing against that spongy spot.

"f-fuck, she's dripping..."

"go on, fuck her with your fingers, you know you wanna see her make a mess. make her fucking cream, suguru, get her prepped. maybe t'day she'll let you put it in...oh, based on your face, she just clenched on your fingers, yeah?"

his fingers are still swirling around your clit, his other coming down to press on your abdomen. he can hear you getting wetter, your little whimpers turning to moans as you slur their names desperately. he wants you to lose all thoughts, only able to think about him and suguru...yeah, he wants you all soft and sweet so he and his best friend can try and slip into those warm, slick walls.

"mmn...she's really creaming...god, pretty girl, can you cum for me? i wanna see you cum on my fingers. satoru, move your fingers, the poor thing needs my mouth on her."

"hmmm, suddenly you know what she needs? ehehehe, you're learninggg, suguruuuu!" if you had turned to look at satoru, you'd see the charged look in his eye, blue eyes practically glowing with insanity. his hand grabs a fistful of suguru's hair and pulls his face directly into your cunt, unable to handle any more of this. he wanted to see you cum on suguru's face.

"c'mon, c'mon, kiss it, suguru, make it messy for the both of us. mmh, fuck, listen to you making out with her pussy, s' wet and sticky, isn't it? oohmygod, both of you sound so good, she's gonna cum, sugu, she's gonna cum in your mouth...fuck, i love you both so much, can't wait to see you both fucking each other."

[getoslutsbackup]

s. geto x f!reader | nsfw

"sugu- wait!" you moaned and his head lifted from between your thighs. he looked absolutely sinful, a painting traced by the devil. a translucid line connected his lower lip to your cunt, a mix of your arousal with his spit. his hair had untangled from the bun he wore from your tugging and pulling.

he hummed and pulled the rebel strands of his hair back, away from his face. in an unconscious movement he licked his lips and you melted more than you already were.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" he said, his hands grabbing at your thighs to keep them apart, leaving light kisses over them — his hair falling back over his face. his eyes didn't leave yours and you were trying to form a sentence.

"aren't you...aren't you going to fuck me?" you breathed out, your eyes darting away from his in shame. you heard a chuckle and the bed creaking slightly as he climbed up, licks and kisses dragging along your body, a bite on one of your nipples that made you wince.

he looked at your face and grabbed your cheek, your eyes turning to him again. "is that what you want?" he asked, his hand going down and his two middle fingers dragging against your overstimulated clit and penetrating you, your mouth opening in a silent moan. "you want me to stretch this warm, delicious, pussy, hm?" he said, and left a kiss in the corner of your lips.

you nodded "please, suguru, need you" and he smiled, kissing your lips hungrily. his fingers dragged out and he adjusted himself between your legs, the head of his cock feeling heavy over your lower stomach.

"how could i deny my favorite girl of anything? come on baby" he said and his hands grabbed your waist to keep you steady and, slowly, the head of his dick was engulfed by your greedy hole and you moaned while geto groaned deep in his throat.

you both had fucked dozens of times but you always managed to make geto see stars. actually, you were enough of a view, one that stars couldn't even compete with. your mouth agape, your nipples hard and swollen from his mouth abusing them, the bites and hickeys all over your body, your legs hugging his waist eagerly and the best part.

"suguru, god!" your moans. there was no sound in humanity that he loved more than your voice chanting his name...you could call him whipped, but suguru geto did not care. he'd follow you around in a leash if it meant he could hear his name out of your lips one more time.

"i'm right here doll, call my name again..."

[slvttyplum]

suguru could admit when something was too much for him; that was the part of his personality that everyone loved. he was blunt with his thoughts, and that's why he could admit that your pussy was too much for him.

he had his trials and errors with sex, but he was a god in bed, flipping and tossing you around like a pancake on a pan, and you were all for it, but he always stopped an hour deep.

yes, he could go a couple of hours, but that was only when he "released" himself beforehand. your body, it was sexy, but he could manage, but whenever his dick was inside of you, he couldn't bring himself to keep going without almost passing out.

losing his breath and holding onto your hips like you were going to float away, taking deep breaths while recollecting himself. he felt like an old man, always catching his breath and telling you to slow down when things were getting too fast.

"ah… okay, just a little slower. i cant fucking breathe." smiling as you bounced away, having you do some of the workload but still embarrassed that he was about to bust a load again three minutes after the first one.

your pussy was so good it had him shooting blanks after a while. it gripped onto him in ways he couldn't comprehend and didn't want to; he found it scary, but you got the job done every time, and he hated it.

"baby, are you okay?" turning your head a little to look at him because of his pace slowing down and his forehead resting on his back, cursing himself for his cum slowly dripping out, trying to stop, but it was already too late.

even when it was just you lying there, taking every bit of him and listening to his sexy groans, he was still finishing before the deadline and was forcing himself to overstimulate.

why? why did you have to eat his dick up like this? why did you have to feel so good, a little too good? he just wanted to go at least thirty minutes without finishing, but between your face and the way your pussy clung to him, it wasn't possible.

it was a challenge, but he was going to try to pass it every time. he had a job, and that was to please you.

that was his ego talking. he got you off every time; he just hated the fact he couldn't hold out, and his ego was bruised, but you were going to be there for him every time, keeping it a secret that it turned you on that you had this effect on him.

nothing turned you on more than hearing his blabbering mumbling behind you, trying to hold out, your face in the pillow, all smiles.

[hoshigray]

𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐅@#𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲!? | suguru getō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time you wanna do something nice for your boyfriend, how about making sure he doesn’t see the package – let alone OPEN it! – before you? Especially if it’s something with bunny ears…!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! you and Geto are college sweethearts - implied that you and Geto are early 20s - lingerie + bunny outfit - oral (m! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - use of an anal toy; butt plug - backshots/doggy style + deep impact positions - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play - praise - finger sucking - cervix fucking - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - pet names (angel, baby, bunny girl, little bunny, good girl, my love, princess, sweet baby, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Mei Mei, and Gojo - reader is very shy but is trying their best! - kind of freaky! Geto awakening, lmao - humor - mention of drool/spit and tears - will be proofread l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.2k (sigh..)

𝐀𝐮��𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask!! haven't done a suguru fic in a long while so ehh, why not? && tysm for 8.8k, my loves xoxo

“…”

Oh no.

“…Well,”

I have to be dreaming…

“Needless to say, I brought your package inside, Y/n.”

THERE’S NO WAY!!!

Being an introvert can have its trivial times; you should know that. Looking back on your life, you can’t seem to say you had the drive to stand out, an expertise you regret not putting effort into. You couldn’t do it; you’ve tried but to no avail! Going out of your comfort zone is too scary, shivering or freezing on the spot whenever you’re being spoken to or fumbling with words when trying to make a point. Man, it’s so embarrassing! It sucks — you’re a grown adult, and yet you can barely get through any gathering without anxiety rattling your bones.

Some are good at talking with others or are lucky enough to be naturally blessed with a social spirit. Some people like your boyfriend, for example. 

Yes, you have a boyfriend. 

Suguru Geto, your partner, wasn’t a complete extrovert. Honestly, he’s comfortable keeping to himself if he could choose. After meeting you, he preferred dates when you visit each other’s dormitories and enjoy each other’s company. However, compared to you, his people-pleasing skills outclassed yours unquestionably. Geto knew how to talk, drawing people in with his mellow tone and inviting aura. He was good at mingling and making everyone feel comfortable around him. You were a victim to it, lured in by his charm and soft ambiance.

He was terrific, a role model to you. How he would efficiently put himself out there while you stayed close in his shadow never failed to inspire you. The way he spoke, how he listened intently to others’ concerns, and his maturity seen as a dependable figure to lean on. It’s absurd to think that such a marvelous man fell in love with you and asked to court you.

You and Geto have dated since your junior year of college; what you once thought would be a tiny crush on one of the school’s notorious heartthrobs became your first and longest-running relationship! How did that happen!? You couldn’t tell; one moment, you two were paired up for an end-of-semester project, and he managed to have you relax and talk with him daily. The next thing you know, he’s asking you to live with him in his apartment the second you finish graduation. Now, you two have been a couple for nearly half a decade. It’s unbelievable to think about.

But even with how long you two have been together, there are moments where you feel as though you weren’t doing your part. Being in a relationship is such a hurdle for an awkward person, aka you, such as going stiff whenever old friends of Suguru pop up and greet him or him inviting you along to parties only for you to stay glued to a corner in silence. You felt as though you were…boring? Dull? Deadweight!? The list goes on, and the guilt never tires you out.

And Geto – God bless him – has repeatedly expressed and assured you that you didn’t have to feel as such. His alluring purple eyes and soothing voice vouch that he doesn’t mind standing in as your sponsor and speaking for you, and you are eternally grateful to the stars above for gracing a loving and understanding boyfriend your way. Nonetheless, the stress that churns your stomach doesn’t go away. He’s always been the one to voice for you, attend to you, and look out for you. Hell, even in the bedroom, he’s doing most of the work. Again, he’s never complained nor seems to ever will, but still!

He’s done so much for you, and you want to meet him at least halfway and make him feel appreciated. So, you took matters into your own hands and decided to do something special for your man!

Here was the plan: going out and buying stuff meant talking to people, and talking meant letting strangers know about your business; merely thinking about it had you trembling a storm. So yeah, nope. You went on the Internet and found sites catering to your search. You can’t say you were the type to wear anything risqué, especially in the bedroom. So, you dialed up your two best friends, Mei Mei and Shoko, to help you find stuff that they thought would look nice for you to wear.

Luckily, they came in clutch and found something for a beginner like you! It’s not something you’d wear in public—you’d rather die—but it’s a good start when implementing new things into your lifestyle. You added the item to your cart, purchased it, and waited silently for your package to arrive. To say you were anxious about this new step of adulthood was on the nail, but you beamed with glee once you got the notification that your bundle would be delivered today!

Before then, you decided to nap and wait for the item to be delivered to your apartment door. You woke up to that once you saw the notice on your phone, yawning your way out of the shared bedroom to retrieve it.

However, what you saw as you entered the living room stopped you dead in your tracks, and your eyes widened with absolute horror.

What you should have accounted for was that today was a Thursday, meaning Geto would usually come home from work on weekdays. So, while you were snoring in the comfort of your blanket, your boyfriend was the first to see a mysterious box with your name on it at his doorstep. And to add more salt to the wound, you caught him in the act unboxing the package and inspecting its contents, and you’re too shocked to fall on your knees at what he has in his hands.

Geto sat on the living room couch, the box perched on the coffee table opened with the wrappings decorating the brown table surface. His eyes find your figure to latch onto, but yours honed on what he was inspecting. In his right hand was a black lacy top meant to be worn around a chest—the other holding onto a headband with bunny ears of velvet material. 

This is where we lay our current scene; astounded, you could only stand in place — like Geto — at the sight before you. And with every passing second, you wanted nothing but to explode into bits. Your boyfriend had found your package and opened it!

Of course, you’d be stammering your words! “W-Where did you get that!?” What a silly question; where else would he have gotten it, dumbass?

Nonetheless, the dark-haired man answers after a forced cough. “Well, umm, I saw it at the door coming from work. I brought it in and was going to let you know, but you were asleep, and I…didn’t wanna bother you.”

“Why did you open it if you knew it was mine??”

Geto raised his hands defensively, still holding onto the items. “I–I’m sorry! I thought it was something different, like the cute glass cups you liked and ordered last week. I figured I would set those up on your behalf. I had no idea it would be something…” Your feet suddenly felt heavy, watching your boyfriend scan the lace top. “Like this.”

Any attempt to fight the mini shakes of your knees was impractical, and your throat was going so dry that you were scared to swallow.

“This doesn’t seem like something you would buy; could someone have accidentally sent this with the wrong information?” He inquires with furrowed brows. “Better not be some fucked up prank or whatever.”

“N-No, it’s, I…” Fuck, this had to be the worst scenario to admit this. “….I did mean to buy it.”

Have you ever had those moments where people would look at you after saying something that you wish you hadn’t? You indeed hated those moments; they made you feel so scrutinized by the public judging you. And seeing your man’s eyes widen and his expression morphed his lips to a small “o” shape? Oh, you couldn’t breathe adequately.

“You bought,” your quivering lips worsen when his left wrist flicks with the bunny-eared headband. “This?”

Your hands come to your face, shielding yours from his as you silently squat down with the weight of your humiliation. The shakes rock your entire frame, and you can sense your tears forming. This officially was the worst day ever; out of all the dilemmas that could happen, why did it have to be the worst one of all?!? Your partner had found out about the out-of-the-norm purchase you made without you present to explain yourself first. Now he probably thinks he’s dating some freak into weird shit. Can this day get any worse!?!

You wanted to cry, hoping the floor beneath you would give way and ingest you out of this cold, cruel world. But alas, you’re still here and can hear the footsteps approaching your crouching state, and you jolt when Geto embraces you.

“Y/n,” God, why did he say your name like that? His tone was smooth like honey, and he rubbed your back as he brought you closer. “It’s okay, baby. I didn’t mean to judge you or anything; I was just curious, is all. Sorry, I opened your package without letting you know, okay?… Ahh, did I make my sweet angel cry?” Raven brows scrunched together at the view of you burrowing into his chest more. “Aww, Y/n, I’m sorry���”

Yes, you were indeed sniffling into his sweatshirt. Although, it’s not that he opened your stuff without your consent that upset you the most. You whine while moving your face, “I just…wanted to do something different.”

“Hmm?” Geto’s hand doesn’t stop rubbing your back, speaking to you in a low mode. “What’s the reason, sweetie?”

“Because, well,” you chewed the inside of your cheek as they warmed. “I just felt like I wasn’t…Like—sigh, you’ve done so much for me in this relationship, and I’m so lucky to have you as my boyfriend. But I feel like I don’t do my part as I should, you know?” Nothing is said from the other, so you continue. “I just–sniff–want you to know that I appreciate you and all you’ve done, although I didn’t know if my words would do me justice. So, I, uhh,” your thumbs find their way to fiddle with themselves. “I asked Shoko and Mei Mei for help and bought…..this to wear for you.”

Three seconds pass without saying anything, then six. At ten seconds, the silence suffocates you and probes your unease more and more. 

However, his chest’s sudden rise and fall startles you, along with his pleasant laughter. “So that’s what this is all about, huh?” Your body’s rigid compared to his lively motion. “My angel was gonna doll up for me?”

“Yeah, and you ruined it!” You fuss, your cute teary face all hot and puffy as you complain. “I just wanted to do something special for you after I finally muster up the courage to go out of my comfort zone and do something nice and…well, sexy,” you cringed internally at the final word. Yet, it was true. 

Geto hums through your explanation. “You’re always sexy to me.”

“That’s not the point!” He laughs at your remark, the sound filling you with warmth. “I–…I’m different compared to you. Whenever we’re out, you’re so much more social than me; I feel like I’m a burden or make it seem I need you to watch over me or something…And I know you’ve said you’re okay with it and don’t mind, but it’s….sniff–I don’t know, like I’m putting more on your plate when it’s more of a ‘me’ problem…”

Your eardrums pick up low chuckles. Then, like the Prince Charming he is, Geto uses his hand to bring your chin up. Your face warms up at his handsome face in your vicinity. “Baby, although I appreciate you going out your way to do something for me—believe me, I could jump over the moon right now—you don’t have to go outside what’s comfortable to you to impress me or anything.”

“But I—“

“I mean it; I really don’t mind that I have to be some voucher for you. It’s not a burden; that’s just who you are. And if that’s the case, you’re too cute as hell the way you are.” You didn’t see his small smile grow because your eyes bashfully averted away from his gaze. “Now, if you want to build your confidence, don’t be afraid to ask me for help, okay? No need to force yourself to change up for the sake of ‘appeasing’ me or feel as though you’re not fitting whatever bullshit mold of an appropriate partner you’re expected to be.”

“Suguru…”

“Y/n,” your name pierces your heart like an arrow as his hand prompts your face back to him; God, he’s so dreamy. “I like you no matter what. You’re my princess; your troubles are my troubles. I’d tell you long ago that you’re bothersome if it wasn’t. But you’re not, so don’t put too much weight on yourself. Promise not to stress yourself over this, okay?” He boops your nose, “Remember: communication is key, right?”

Once again, you’re reminded how lucky you are to have such a man like Suguru Geto to court you. So understanding and attentive to your feelings and wrapping you in his blanket of love constantly makes it hard not to fall in love all over again. Chewing your bottom lip doesn’t even help the heat of your cheeks creeping onto your ears. 

“You’re right,” you almost melt under his lips as he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

“Good girl,” your heart skips a beat. “But what are we gonna do with all this?” He points to the open package with his chin. “Now I feel kinda bad for having you buy this for me and ruining the special occasion.”

Wincing at the box, you remove yourself from Geto’s embrace to inspect the contents. “Honestly, looking at them in real time, I regret buying them. I’ll return them tomorrow or Monday, seeing I don’t necessarily need—”

“Woah, woah,” you stop in your tracks at your boyfriend’s exclamation. “Why are you returning them?” 

Huh? “Well, I mean, there’s no need for them, no? It was meant to be a surprise.”

“Yeah, but you already spent so much money for my sake. Plus,” Geto picks up the bunny ear headband from the package. “If this is what you were gonna wear for me, then it would be kind of upsetting if I didn’t see you wear it at least once.”

Oh, God, no. “S–Suguru, it’s totally fine; I can just—“ Oh no, he’s looking at you with that face, his eyebrows slightly trenched with a minuscule sad glint in his expression. Your stomach was doing flips out of guilt and concern, and the formidable gets worse when he asks the following:

“Y/n,” you swallow spit thickly as the man dangles the headband around. “Would you please wear this tonight?”

The question nails you to the ground, frozen in place as it rings within your mind. You? Wearing this for tonight?! “N–No, I can’t!!”

“Why not? You bought it to be worn!”

“Yes, but t-that was before you looked through my package and didn’t give me the chance to try it on myself!” When you thought your face couldn’t get any hotter than before, the embarrassment of this predicament humbles you. “And thanks to you—“

“T-Thanks to me??”

“—I don’t wanna wear it anymore!!”

Geto raises his other hand in defense. “Okay, okay! Look, I’m sorry; it’s my bad. But, to be honest, I’m thrilled that you went out of your way to think of doing something for me out of nowhere, and as I’m looking at this outfit,” He glances at the rest of the materials in the box. “I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it.” You can’t tell if your heart is thumping from his words or because you’re about ten seconds away from combusting. “So…One night to test it out, yeah? And if you surely don’t like it, then you can ship it back tomorrow.”

He’s so good at that, using his charm and words to shade you into rational thought. You take a huge breath and exhale through stressed nostrils, and your wish to dig a hole and rot away increases. 

Of course, you bought the items to treat your boyfriend for something out of the norm; that was the entire point of the plan! But what is the use of following a plan when you’ve let your guard down, and the element of surprise backfires in a way that you had foolishly unforeseen?! There’s no way you could put that stuff on you now that you’ve been exposed. Absolutely not!

“I think you’d look beautiful and hot in it…”

And yet, Geto’s words repeat like a broken record, each time making you as timid as the last. He wants to see you wear what you had bought, so eager to marvel at his partner adorning such risqué clothing that you don’t comprehend how you put said purchase in your cart! The thought of wearing such a thing in front of your man bubbles an excitement that is borderline frightening yet new; picturing his expressions and imagining his compliments is dangerous for your brain to form a headache.

But not as dangerous as the slight friction of your inner thighs pressing close to each other.

With a stare downcast and fidgeting thumbs, you ask, “…Just for tonight?” 

And Geto assures you with a nod.

“Only for tonight.” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Geto sat on the bed in silence, listening to the ticks of the bedroom clock on the wall as he waited patiently.

As you two entered the bedroom, the man found his place on the bed, a still figure in the dimly lit room. You, on the other hand, made a beeline straight towards the bathroom. “Wait here…D-Don’t peek inside!” You commanded him, your voice betraying a hint of shyness. He obeyed, settling on top of the comforter.

Minutes soon went to double digits; nervousness wasn’t something that usually struck Geto. But the more he sat on the bed and listened to your mutters behind the door–distancing the two–the more he couldn’t help but feel an itch to worry for you. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

“Y–Yes!” That didn’t sound convincing… “I’ll be out in just a second!”

“Okay…”

And so he waited for a minute. Which turned to two minutes…Three…..

Anticipation transitioned to unease, calling out to you once more. “Y/n?” No answer; not a good sign. The tall man gets up and strides to knock on the bathroom door. “Baby? Everything alright?” Nothing, even if he knocks on the white surface again.

CREAAAAK…!

But his frets are handled once he hears the sound of the door opening slowly. He steps back to make way for the person on the other side of the door, and lo and behold, you stand.

There are things in Geto’s life that never cease to amaze him—you being one of them. From the moment he saw you, he swore that in his life, there had never been something that looked so mesmerizing and captured his eye in an instant, and Gojo and Shoko are always sure to tease the guy for such a confession. And the time you reciprocated his feelings and accepted being his domestic other half, words could not describe the elation his poor heart couldn’t handle. 

Right now, he is experiencing those same feelings when he’s with you. His expectations were blown out of the water once you entered the plane again.

Your face was the first thing he looked to, a sheepish yet cute expression that went with the adorable white bunny ear headband you adorned at the top of your head. Your casual attire had been withdrawn to the bathroom tiles, substituted with the outfit you had been fussing about until now. Your chest harbored a black lacy negligee with intricate designs that had Geto’s purple eyes dance and trace around; the faint drapes of the gown cascaded down to your upper thighs, yet your underwear could still be seen. It matched the lacy black thong that made your boyfriend gulp thickly at how gorgeous your hips looked–not to mention the tiny bow at the top center. And to complete the look, black stockings come up your knees.

“…”

There is silence between you and him. The only sound you can use to distract yourself is the beat of your heart.

“…”

But the longer you wait for a response, the louder the rhythm. 

“…”

The lack of his voice was killing you – eating you alive – and you’re sure that you’re bound to faint if this kept going. Did I wear it wrong? Do I look weird?! Oh God, please say some— 

“Y/n”

You squeaked. “Y-Yes?”

“Can you please,” Geto takes a few steps closer, enough for his hands to come around your waist and pull you in. You almost choke on the air. “Remind me to thank Mei Mei and Shoko first thing tomorrow, okay?”

“Wh–What the—What does that mean—?”

“You look amazing.” Three simple words have you still. “Like, seriously. Hold on, let me get a good look at you.” He leans around to look at the details of your sides, and your brain short circuits when he moves behind you and lifts the negligee to see the rear of your panties. What is happening… “Holy shit, this suits you so well.”

“Re…Really?”

“Really.” You can see the sincerity in his gaze as he surveys every physical thing about you. “I’m so tempted to grab my phone to take a picture.”

“Oh my God, please don’t!!” Your frightened hands grab his sweatshirt with a vigorous grip, contrasting the trembling owner. “Don’t take a picture, please!!”

“I won’t, I won’t!” the dark-haired partner assures you through a fit of laughter, his warm, slender hands finding your fists and pounding him. Again, you are frozen stiff when he kisses your temple. “Besides, I prefer not sharing something as beautiful with anyone else.”

You don’t know how many compliments you can take before spiraling into a puddle. “You really do like it.”

“I love it,” another kiss to your cheek while his hands now find purchase on your waist. Oxygen suddenly feels foreign when you’re so close to him to pick up the cologne on his clothes. “It looks so much better now that you’re wearing it. You really know how to spoil me, huh, angel.”

Was it him being spoiled right now or you? How he spoke to you had your heart racing uncontrollably since you left the bathroom. You’ve been a complete nervous wreck from the moment your friends probed you to buy this outfit up until now, and now you can honestly feel that you’re feeling a sense of glee wearing it because your boyfriend likes it so much. Regrets no longer linger in your bones, goosebumps calm down on your skin, and you hum as you return the embrace. 

That is…until you feel something pressed against you. Something….hard.

Curiosity sprinkles your pretty little head until it snaps and your hips sway to experiment. A subtle jolt rocks Geto—confirming your hypothesis.

“Su..Suguru…” You don’t know why, but the following words felt prohibited to leave your lips. “Is that—“

“Hnnm…Sorry,” he purrs abjectly. “Guess I got a little too excited.” He lifts his head from your shoulder to look at you, and your stomach churns at the sight of his stare, holding a misty, lustful glint. You don’t even mention his hands silently moving to cup your ass. “Is that too much, baby?”

Violet eyes latched with yours make you shiver, suppressing a gasp when he throws a slick rut to grind the tent of his dark sweatpants on you. “N–No!” You squeaked, feeling small when his smile got broader.

“So sweet like always,” a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips feels like clouds. He then steps back out of your arms, pulling down his sweats to reveal the erection contained by the boxer briefs. Geto sits on the edge of the bed and tilts his head. “So, will my sweet bunny girl care for me tonight?” Seeing you gawk at him, he stifles a chuckle, and it takes a good mental slap to bring you back to reality. A few seconds pass, and you finally build up the courage to walk forward and crouch between his spread legs. 

Mini prayers replay in your brain as your hand hesitantly touches the clothed shaft, the firmness of it getting stiffer and stiffer as your fingers touch thoroughly. When you’re ready, you bring the hem of his underwear down, welcoming his cock to the open air for it to intimidate you with its girth. Precum trails from the urethra, traveling down from the corona, foreskin, and underside. God, it’s been a while since you were up close and personal with this thing; its sheer size is enough to reconsider the regret you threw out minutes ago. Too late now, though.

Come on, Y/n, you use your inner thoughts to motivate you. You’re doing this for Suguru; don’t chicken out now! So, you bring your lips to meet the head of his cock, earning a hum from the man above. Blowjobs have never been your forte; again, it’s been a while since you’ve had his cock near anything outside of your lower regions. But today was different as you used your tongue to lick the lip of the cockhead, the salty flavor of his fluid teasing your tastebuds. And with the sounds of him whimpering, you begin to remember the routine as the seconds go. Your mouth takes in his tip with hollowed cheeks, and your hands grasp around the shaft before you glide up and down.

“Hahhhh, yes, sweetie,” Geto soothed, biting his lip at the display of you pleasing him with your plump lips. “Just like that…Nnngh…!” His words fuel more confidence in your motion, using this to move to the next step and take in as much of his shaft as you can. You don’t go all the way to the hilt–a task that you’re afraid will have you choking– but once you reach halfway, your head starts to bob up and down at a gradual pace. Black brows furrow at the movement; fuck, you felt so good for him. So nice and warm on his dick; he wouldn’t mind having his whole evening dedicated to this. “Fuck, my love, loosen your jaw for me…Mmmm, good girl, that’s it. Keep sucking like that.”

It’s not before long that you find the groove; albeit sucking on Geto amateurishly, he places a hand on your head, which you can only assume is that you’re doing a decent job. Saliva coats the limb busying your oral cavity, mixing with the excess come that escapes and spreads with your lips going to and fro. Your tongue goes on to flick and lap on his tip some more, evoking the hottest moans you’ve ever heard from him. And while you stroke his member, your free hand finds his scrotum and massages the pair in unison, a buck of his hips as your thumb presses down on the testicles with a curl. Your bobbing becomes frequent, a mediocre cadence that has your partner throw his head back. The veins scraping along the upper walls of your mouth are too erotic for your mind to comprehend

“Shiiiit, I can’t—Nnnmm!” He hisses before he cups your wet cheeks. “You’re doing so good, princess.”

Your eyes open and peer to the person talking above you. With a soft ‘pop,’ you release his length before placing sloppy kisses and licks. “Yew fink shoow?” You speak with a mouthful of his dick to his frenulum, humoring the dark-haired man.

“Yes, little bunny,” he teases, and you can sense the throbs between your legs getting worse after referring to you with that title. “Wait, I just remembered something…Hold on, lie on the bed for me.”

You’re gently pushed off him as Geto stands up from the bed, confused. You take your place atop the bed, and he grabs something from his sweatpants and heads into the bathroom. The sound of running water from the sink fills the silence before it’s shut off. He then returns to the bedroom holding a bottle of lube you’re familiar with in one hand, and the other with a wet, metal…fluffy…looks like a kind of—

Eyes shoot wide open when you finally register what he’s holding, and the anxiety hits you like a punch to haunt you. “Wh–W-Where did y-you get that?!”

“I saw that you left this in the box before dressing up,” no, you didn’t forget a damn thing. You deliberately avoided the very item that Geto was holding because looking at it was embarrassing enough; it would be horrifying to have this in the same room as you now! Between his thumb and forefinger was a metal butt plug–a small one, nothing too major–with what appeared to be a white fluff ball at the end. It’s meant to be worn with what you wore, but these bunny ears already trampled your dignity. Adding an anal toy to the frey might as well have you sign up for assisted suicide! “I figured we needed it to complete the look.”

“N-No! No, no, no, absolutely not!” Rejections fly out of your system. “That’s too much!”

Geto blinks. “You think so? It’s pretty small from what I’ve seen.”

You’ve seen these before!?!? “Even then, I don’t wanna—“

“Didn’t you see this with the set before you bought it?”

You almost choked on your tongue. “W-Well…Y-Yes, but,” your thumbs find themselves fidgeting, anything to distract the humiliation that overshadows your nervous state. “That doesn’t mean I wanted to…wear it.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s—” embarrassing as hell! A bunny tail as a butt plug!? Just kill me!! “—It’s…..It’ll look weird on me.”

Oh, how you didn’t know how much of a switch that flipped for Geto, the other quietly thought to himself before speaking again. “Y/n,” you perked at the mention of your name. “Turn around for me.” Chewing on your lips, you shook your head—you knew what he was doing. “C’mon, now, I thought you were my sweet girl.” You flatten your lips when he comes close to squeeze your cheeks. “Please? Wear this for me, my little bunny?” 

Oh, for God’s sake, this night was getting more challenging to get through with the hour. Inner dialogue can’t even bring you to a consensus, as your conscience is getting in the way of coming to a decision. On the one hand, you feel as though you’re venturing out of your comfort zone enough, wearing this flustering nightgown and these damn bunny ears. Yet, at the same time, this isn’t about you; this is all meant to be for your partner, something entirely out of the norm to make him feel special. And you being reluctant to accept his wishes is just pushing you back to square one and defeating the purpose of this entire dilemma, right? 

Your hands find your face to shield, releasing a long sigh that should have stretched to your final days. Nonetheless, you slump your arms down in defeat, and a short nod is given: “.......okay.”

Without being told again, you feebly follow Geto’s request and turn around. Your lower half is the only thing in his line of sight. Your lips can’t stop quivering in such a position, and breathing becomes arduous once you feel your boyfriend’s weight dent the mattress. You jolt when his hand comes to the top of your laced thong, bringing the material down to expose the bare skin of your ass to him. Damn it! A pillow within your proximity is brought to your face, using it to hide yourself from the world.

However, “Aww, don’t be so shy on me, baby,” Slender fingers faintly brush from your spine down to the very crevice of your bottom, making your body shudder. “Shouldn’t be hiding that pretty face from me.” The sound of your gasp, when his lubed fingers teeter around your rear entrance, ignites a flame, and now he has a thirst he’s itching to indulge with. “Shhhh, breathe, my love. Gonna go real nice and slow for you, okay?”

The pillow muffles your moans as Geto begins to push one finger inside your puckered hole slightly. The stretch of the digit is a pain you have never experienced, making you whimper like a poor babe. Your boyfriend coaxes you through it, adding more lube to ease your ass as his finger goes back and forth to prepare you. Adding another finger causes you to shake your head, and your entrance accommodates the insertions, whether you like it or not.

A full minute or more passes where your ass is played with, and Geto smoothes you with a rub of your buttcheeks as he removes his digits out of your lubed hole. “Now, time to test this out…” A sudden chill has your arch, and the cold metal of the butt plug has you clamping involuntarily, yet the raven-haired partner reminds you to relax your body while he pushes the toy inside you. It doesn’t invade with the snap of the finger; thirty seconds in, and your butthole is slowly but surely adapting to the alien plaything. And before you know it, you feel the whole thing finally be swallowed into your rear walls; you grip the pillow as your mouth releases silent cries. 

“Haaah…I-Is it in?” You lifted your head to inquire. 

“Yes, angel,” he playfully smacks your ass, and you jerk at the unexpected contact. “Damn, now you look all cute and sexy with this on.” Geto then shifts to stand on his knees before maneuvering above you, removing the pillow from beneath you so you can’t hide yourself from him any longer. And more trembles crawl all over your body when you feel his solid cock create friction on the rift of your ass. “Lift your butt a bit for me,” your hips follow his hands, guiding you upward until you meet his pelvis. “Good girl…Gonna start putting it inside, okay?”

You nod leisurely, grabbing the comforter beneath you as Geto pulls the thong to the side. It’s no surprise to see that your cunt is covered in your slick, the tip of his member queued to kiss your labia. The lascivious man hisses at the sensation, anticipation climbing up as he pushes himself unhurriedly. The same goes for you, your mouth agape with quieted shrieks when the cockhead makes it inside your vagina, gripping the sheets as he slowly pushes more of himself, every inch of his penis becoming greater and greater, inaudible babbles once the base meets your folds.

Geto allows you a couple of seconds to stabilize your breathing, starting with excruciatingly slow thrusts–so painfully slow that you can feel every dent and vein that ventures inward and outward your chasm; it’s hard for your hips not to move on their own. With every pull, your inner walls clench on the shaft as if wanting more as he leaves your warmth. And every push makes you full to the brink of tears, and your brows trenched together as your fists ball the sheets.

“Mmaahh…Nnahaah…!” The brush of your velvety channel feels good within the minute, and the insertion pain is now being replaced with pleasure. Your roll to the ceiling at the graze of your G-spot, the butt plug made your nerves more sensitive with how busy your lower half was. And once he’s warmed up enough, your companion turns up the speed of his ruts. “Taahhh, I, ohhhGod…! Sugu—Oooo!!” Did he just poke your cervix!? You sobbed out loud.

“Nnmm, holy shiiit, you feel so good, sweetie,” Geto moans, taking in the view before him. The lingerie you were wearing gave a beautiful image of your backside, his indigo orbs survey from the muscles of your back to your prompted ass. Holy hell, it was driving him crazy, watching how the flesh of your butt reverberates with the smack of his pelvis. It makes him want to go ever faster, harder. And don’t get him started on the white bunny tail butt plug; shit was too cute to resist and toy with, pulling on the item lightly and turning it around.

The action had your holes clenching simultaneously. “Shh–Shhtop, Suguuu!!” You wailed out, toes curling as he taunted your anus with light pulls and pushes. “D-Don’t do that…!”

“Heh, sorry, my bunny girl,” God, the way he was teasing you was literal hell on Earth with how he’s using your body right now. “You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you…Aiisshh! Fuhuck, you’re squeezing me so hard…Hmm? You like it when I tease you, huh, baby?”

You shook your head no in a rushed manner, the heat of your face already coursing to your ears. But then your frame jerked along with the sound of something, and it was a hand smacking on the skin of your butt.

“Now, don’t be like that,” Geto chuckles above you as you cry. The same hand he used to slap you soothes the blow. “You know you can be honest with me. At least your body is…Don’t you like being close to me like this?” You don’t reply, too busy squealing at another graze of your sensitive spots.  So, he slaps your buttocks once more. “Don’t ignore me, love.”

“—Mmmph! Ahh-hahh, I-I,” You swallow spit before choking on it. “I can’t…Hic, it’s shoh embarrassing…!”

“Aww, is the little bunny still scared?” He then bends down to your ear, a big move on his part as you swear you’re bound to shut down from the closeness. “Hmm? What’s so embarrassing?”

A sluggish pull back before Geto snaps his hips into you harshly, another jab to your cervix practically has you seeing stars. “Hoooh!! Be–Becausee!!” God, it’s so hard to think right now, the pound of your head getting harsher with the increased heat. “Y–You—Ahhaa! Youu make me…s-sound sho dirt—Eeeyahh!” 

“Oh?” He licks your ear before nibbling on the helix. “You don’t like it when I fuck you like this? Don’t like it when I whisper to your ear while you scream for me?” You shake your head no, which is extinguished once Geto stuffs your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue, played with by his fore and middle finger, has you mewling like no tomorrow. “Hmmm, that’s a funny thing to say when your pussy can’t stop twitching on me. Make it seem like you’re not embarrassed to milk my cock dry, huh, princess.” 

“Nnoohh, it’s not—hic—not like that!” A tear trickles down a hot cheek as you suck on his fingers, his thumb there unaware to wipe it. “Don’t say stuff like that…!”

“Why? Too crude for my angel’s ears?” He keeps teasing you, “Even though we’ve fucked lots of times, you still act like such a cutie.”

“Stooop,” Lord have mercy. Any more than this, and you’re bound to melt away sooner rather than later. “D-Don’t tease me…”

He can’t help it, not when you sound so cute and flustered because of him. It makes him think of an idea and straightens himself off of you. But not away from you — he then grabs your leg and rests it on his shoulder while straddling the other, changing the position so you can look at each other. Something a lot more intimate as he goes back to drilling his length into your heat. With a smug grin, he asks, “Is this less embarrassing for you, sweet baby?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your throat; no, this is much worse! Your shrieks returned to erupt out of your figure as Geto’s pace increased. The new angle achieves having his dick venture deeper inside your throbbing channel, pounding to you until the hilt meets your southern lips, and the bump and grind of your clitoris with the motion is enough to have you winded. “—Ohoohh!! Dooahh! N-Nooo, d-don’t look…!” You try to shield your face with your forearm.

Yet Geto instantly refutes that, using his free hand to move it while he bends back down; his added weight has you whining aloud. “Don’t do that,” he groans at the contract of your walls, retaliating with more rough plunges. “No more hiding from me; I wanna see that pretty face always.”

“Suguu, pleasee—Nnnn!” Scrapes to the walls of your vaginal walls are even more dangerous in this position. “T’oo faaast!!”

“Hnngh! FFfuckin’ shit…But you feel so good,” Geto presses his forehead onto yours. “You feel so good, you look so good, like holy fuck! You drive me too crazy; it’s–Ghhh!- just not right how you can make me go wild. I wanna see it all, wanna see how cute you look, how dirty you look, and how fucking hot you sound because of me—and only me.” A kiss to your nose before placing one on the corner of your lips. “Starting now, I wanna see all these sides of you, so don’t hide them from me…” 

You are given no room to reply to his statements as a kiss to your mouth finally seals the deal for tonight. Light pecks gradually dwell into steamy, longing smooches, tongue and teeth classing for intimacy. It’s all it takes for you to sink into his touch finally and the comforter beneath you, submitting to him as he finishes you off.  

Geto then rolls his hips at an erratic cadence, and relentless hits to your cervix have you blubbering helplessly into his lips. Ungovernable throbs around his girth are ineluctable, the climb of your orgasm climbing up tenfold with the brush of your clit up against his pelvis. OhhhGod! It’s coming, I’m gonna—“Mmmmph!”

The peak of your crescendo has you moaning deep into the kiss, your writhing figure submitted to the end of your session as your cunt flutters around Get’s girth as the shocks of the climax rock your entire body. And your contraction is all your partner needs to let go of the reins and cease to his own release, his pulsating shaft expelling his load deep into your palpitating vagina. The two of you continue to kiss as your bodies heave and jolt, with the last of the aftershocks coursing through your nerves. 

He breaks the kiss, the two of you gasping for air in sync. Drool slips from your lips and comes down to your chin, and Geto smiles before kissing your cheek. “Thank you for the gift,” he commends you. “Ya sure I can’t get at least one picture of you?”

You’re undoubtedly out of breath, yet your facial expression doesn’t fail to display unease. “Please…stop teasing me,” you sniffle with hooded eyes.

“Okay, my sweet bunny girl,” he chortles. “Well, at the very least, let’s go another round, ‘kay?”

“Wha—H-huh!?!?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…I will never listen to your advice ever again.”

“Wow, rude?”

“Right, like whatever happened to ’thank you’?”

As far as mornings go, this one was ultimately out of the norm. When was the last time you woke up with your body sore to the bone? Because the moment the sun’s rays peaked through the curtains and landed on your eyes, you couldn’t move a single finger or toe without feeling a sense of heaviness. Or maybe it was because you found that your tall boyfriend was still sound asleep; his slim frame was spooning you close to him. You could hear his light snore as he rested in the crook of your neck and arm to your shoulder with a strong leg between yours. 

Your face warmed up at the realization that he was so close to your proximity, and it only worsens when you realize that you both are in the nude, which rarely [if not NEVER] happens! Where’s your pajamas? At the very least, an oversized shirt and panties! 

But you couldn’t find them anywhere. All you could see was a black negligee and a white bunny-eared headband, and memories of last night finally started to swim into your brain. But the true horror was when you saw the butt plug from before down on the comforter, and it slipped past your mind not to scream and kick the item in humiliating terror while abruptly waking up your partner. WHAT THE FUUUUCK!??!?

And to add the nail to the coffin, your body didn’t look like how you left it yesterday. As you got up to head for the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror and felt like you witnessed a scene from a horror movie. Your skin was covered in light bruises and bitemarks, discoloration where it’s implied there were hickeys received all around your neck, stomach, and inner thighs. You were still wearing the black knee-high stockings. However, those looked utterly different from how they looked initially; tears and holes were found all over, but most prominently, the inside of your upper thigh area.

Speechless was the word to describe your puzzlement—appalled, dumbstruck, void of thinking as your reflection showcased an entirely different person. Th-…There’s no way… That’s all you could say to yourself, but it was the way.

Once Geto left for work, it wasn’t any easier for you to work around the house. Working remotely suddenly became an obstacle, as every time your mind recalled the events that transpired the night before, you’d become too flustered to continue your work. You couldn’t even walk into your shared bedroom, too rattled to the point that you just used the guest bathroom! The notion of embarrassment was getting challenging to function today; had you known this would’ve been the effect of buying that damn outfit, you would’ve stopped yourself!

Hence, you’re now complaining to the people who probed you to purchase it in the first place. “A ‘thank you’? I could barely enter past the threshold of my own room, and you want me to thank you!?”

It was late afternoon. You were washing dishes and drying them in the kitchen while putting them aside. But you weren’t alone; your laptop sat at the kitchen island with an application running. On the screen, a window harbored two screens with different faces: one woman with brown hair appearing to smoke out her balcony, and the other with pale blue hair styling her hair to a bun. 

The brunette, Shoko, responds to your words. “Y/n, calm down; all you did was have sex in a bunny costume; nothing radioactive happened there.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like I did something radioactive!” You retorted, wiping the sponge across the wet plate concerningly fast. You pick up the headband from last night and grimace. “Damn this headband…God, I’m so sore.”

“Having sex for an hour straight will do that to a person,” a nerve is stricken when the other speaks; Mei Mei is now done styling the back of her hair with a sly smile. “Pfft, I still find it funny that you passed out.”

“It’s not funny!!” To your dismay, you only make your two best friends laugh even harder. “This is not how this is supposed to be; I don’t even recognize my own body…You saw the pictures!”

Shoko titters, “Yeah, I saw, and it looks like Geto couldn’t keep his hands off you.” She takes a drag of her cigarette and exhales the smoke. “Isn’t that a good thing, though? It means that he liked the gift and appreciated it tenfold.”

“Exactly,” Mei Mei agrees. Your complaints seem to suggest that we completed the mission of making him feel special—which was, you know, the main reason you wanted to do it in the first place.”

“Oh, he felt special, alright,” you said, placing a dry plate on the rest. Although you’d been in a constant state of indignity, what they were saying was true. The whole point of making a fool of yourself and wearing a costume was meant to be outside the norm. It’s exciting for you and Geto, and you can assume that the outcome brought a satisfying end for both parties.

…However, it would be nice if it didn’t cost you a lot of hickeys and soreness. You sighed heavily, “You’re right…I’m just happy that he enjoyed it. He even said I looked cute dressed as his little bunny.”

“I bet!! Why didn’t you take pictures!?” Shoko complains, her device coming closer to her face to emphasize her disheartened tone of voice. 

“I would rather die than have photos of that of me around,” the thought alone causes an unsettling quiver.

But Mei Mei also voices her grievances. “Ehhh, but I bet you looked so adorable~. You better take pictures the next time you do something like that!”

You could’ve sworn your neck was nearly to break when you snapped your head to look at your laptop screen. “Are you insane; what do you mean next time?” 

A silver brow rises. “Oh, be real, Y/n; you really think this is some one-and-done type thing? I bet you ten dollars that Geto would love to pull those bunny ears out again.” 

The brunette chuckles after exhaling more smoke from her pretty lips. “Aye, maybe we should find you some more outfits to wear for him. Maybe we should have you in a fox costume next.”

Your mouth drops in displeasure, but Mei Mei beats you into saying something. “Mmm, now that’s a good idea; I saw something online with cute ears and a skirt. And,” her lavender eyes narrow with a scoff. “I’m sure you’d love to wear the butt plug tail of that one too, Y/n—“

“GOODBYE!!”

You slapped your laptop screen down as your farewell to your best friends, whom you’re sure are probably laughing to themselves for witnessing your reaction. 

Your cheeks are so hot that they are in discomfort; unbelievable. A next time!? You couldn’t comprehend the possibility that you’d be wearing something like last night again. Could you even look at bunny ears the same again after what just happened?! Bunny tails, too; what you primitively thought was cute and pure has now been tarnished to a suggestive and erogenous image. No, there’s unquestionably no way you would be put into that position ever again. No, no, nope, and no!!

DING-DONG!!

The sudden noise of the doorbell diminishes your reluctant energy within milliseconds. You checked the kitchen clock — Geto should be coming home right about now, but why would he be ringing the bell? Inquisitiveness draws up to your shoulders as you dry your hands, taking light steps to the door and opening it after unlocking. 

You leave a small opening to peak through, “Y-Yes?”

“Is that the lovely Y/n I’m seeing~?”

That voice…Not Geto’s, but familiarity sparks up, and recognition prompts you to open the door wider. 

Pure snowy white hair is the first thing that captures your attention, along with the dark shades concealing its owners’ eyes—a signature look of your partner’s friend, “Sa–Satoru?”

“Aye, you remembered to call me by my first name that time!” The named man was dressed down in his work attire, his hand holding his black blazer while he brought his sunglasses up for his azure eyes to throw a wink at you. “It’s been a while, huh?”

“It has!” Your perplexity was evident in your tone; you had forgotten just how tall the man was. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“Well, I was finally able to catch your boy-toy here before ditching me at work,” Gojo brings your boyfriend into view with the tug of his collar, the raven-haired man expressing nothing but total irritation. “Dude owes me dinner, and I heard someone is cooking a nice meal tonight! Have room for another person?”

“Who said you were invited?” Geto questions his best friend after getting out of his hold.

“I did!” The white-haired man answers. “You owe me for saving your ass yesterday with that file scare—you’re welcome, by the way,” he ignores the glare of his friend. “And just be glad I’m asking for a home-cooked meal, or else I’d be draining your pockets at that new steak place that opened up recently.” 

“Unbelievable…” Geto sighs exasperately. “Hurry up and get in.”

You move out of the way so the men can enter your abode. “Excuse my intrusion~,” the blue-eyed man says as he takes off his dress shoes in the foyer and happily walks to the living room. 

Your boyfriend shakes his head, “Sorry ‘bout this, baby.”

“It’s okay; I was done washing dishes anyway.”

“Mmm,” he brings you in for a hug, part of the routine when he returns home. “How’re you feeling now?” 

Your heart skips a beat. “I feel…okay, still sore, but, you know…” He smelt so good, his cologne pleasantly sinking you in. 

“Heh, sorry,” he kisses your temple. “I had a good time; you really spoiled me.”

The heat in your cheeks ventures to your ears and nape, and your heart returns to racing at an irregular dance. The memories of last night all come back to haunt you once more; images of you being bent into different positions and crying out for Geto hit you one after the other. The lewd thoughts are too much for your pretty little head, especially when you imagine the tall, dark-headed man all sweaty and panting above you with a grin on his face like last night.

At this point, your face will need an ice pack because it’s getting hot. “I’m..really glad you liked it.”

“Loved it,” he takes your hand and after removing his shoes. “Can’t wait to try it again next time.”

And with those last two words, the world suddenly fell to a standstill. You didn’t hear what you just heard—no, you didn’t. “N-Next time?” You repeat.

“Of course!” he leads you down the hall to the open space. What, you thought you’d spend all that money on me for just one night?” No, I HOPED so! “Besides, I was looking online during my break at work, and I saw this fox variant look that I think would look real good on you—”

You couldn’t believe your ears; not only did Mei Mei prove you wrong, but now you have to deal with your boyfriend’s interest in wanting to indulge more in this idea you’ve brought into the relationship. What you thought and hoped would be for one night is now bound to haunt you for many days to come, and that thought in itself had you shaking in your slippers.

As well as the fact that you now owe your best friend cash for jinxing this situation. Damn her!

“Yo, Suguru.”

You perk up when you hear Gojo’s voice as you two enter the kitchen area. And just when you thought this world couldn’t chew and spit you out enough, the image of the white-haired man standing beside the kitchen island holding something in his hand mortifies you to the core.

“What’s with the bunny ear headband? I thought Easter went and passed already.” 

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