#Suguru smut

[arminsumi]

Oh shy!Suguru who has nothing but sweet praises falling from his lips... uh, while giving you such heavy, hard-hitting strokes that you begin to worry; is he going to break you or the bed first? "You take it so well," he mumbles into your neck, "I love you, I love being this close to you..." while he drives every last inch into you as if he's the sex-crazed ovulating mess. No, you can't say you ever suspected shy!Suguru of having such an insane sex drive, but you did catch a naughty look in his eye. And yeah, he was hot and horny for you from the very moment he met you... now worse, he's downright obsessed with you... come on, can you blame him? He hasn't sunk his dick into pussy this good for a long time. Now he's got your eyes rolling into the back of your head, oh, no, worse than that, he's got you shuddering and crying and freaking out because no other man has ever fucked you quite as ruthlessly as him. And if you guessed that he was trying to ruin you for other men, you'd be right — he was trying to make sure you remembered how deep he hit, how much he stretched your slutty holes open, how sweetly he talked you through your little orgasms. Shy!suguru was not shy in the bedroom. Oh god no. He he had no shame. The sheets got soaked and he wanted round 2 before you could catch your breath — he was a sweaty mess, had just given you the fucking of a god-damned lifetime that you'd definitely feel in your hips and legs tomorrow, but he still gave you this innocent pleading look, begged you for more like he was starved of sex, "Baby, just one more. I'll be gentle." and no he fucking wasn't, the liar — if anything, he was rougher than the first round. But you had hardly a complaint, too stuck on how it felt to get all your favorite gummy soft spots destroyed by your new favorite boy.

[baepsays]

Stoner Suguru loses his lighter one day and to cheer him up you get him a new one.

A Black metallic body with red lilies that you painted on it by yourself. And now it's his favorite thing ever. He doesn't even carry it everywhere in fear of losing it. Has tons of pictures of it, and keeps it in your bedroom drawers so it's always there when you guys get high on your balcony.

And he's developed this habit, after smoking for a few hours he starts to stare at it intently and trace his fingers all over the little bumps and designs. Sometimes he just has it in the palm of his hand when he's eating you out. His tongue is on your clit, fingers working your muscles from inside, and the other hand on your thigh holds the lighter tight between his fist.

The purpose for it, is if your blunt stops burning, or if you get a new blunt, you don't have to even lift a finger to light it up. Just do the work of placing it between your lips, and his hand will come up to you automatically, to light up the joint with his beloved lighter. And he looks so pretty like that as well, face buried in between your legs, pretty black and purple-ish eyes looking up at you. With nothing but a flicker of flame between you two.

STONER SUGURU MASTERLIST

a/n: divider by @/omi-resources

promise to myself and chrissy i will update stoner sugu soon. cause i think only me and her give a fuck about him.

[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."

[gojosconsort]

pornstar!suguru’s fucking another pornstar, but his eyes are glued to you, his camerawoman. the set’s hot, the actress moaning loud, and you’re behind the camera, lens steady, but your hands shake, his dark gaze burning through you, ignoring the woman beneath him. “harder,” the director calls, but suguru’s focus is you—your flushed cheeks, the way you bite your lip, trying to stay professional.

he’s gorgeous, sweat slicking his long hair, muscles flexing with each roll of his hips, and you’re wet, thighs pressed together, trying to focus on the shot. you’ve filmed him dozens of times, but lately, it’s different—his stares linger, like he’s fucking you in his head. the actress gasps, scripted, but suguru’s eyes don’t waver, locked on yours.

“closer,” the director says, and you step forward. suguru’s hand moves, reaching for yours on the grip. before you can pull back, he intertwines his fingers with yours, tight, warm, and keeps fucking the actress, not missing a beat. you freeze, pulse racing, but he smiles, his thumb brushing your knuckles.

“suguru,” you whisper, barely audible, and his grin widens, cock twitching inside the actress as he holds your hand, wishing it was you he was fucking instead.

the actress doesn’t notice, lost in her performance, but you’re losing it, heat pooling low, your panties soaked as you keep filming, his hand lingering ‘til the director yells, “cut!” he pulls back, still hard, ignoring the actress as she flounces off.

suguru steps closer, towering over you. “keep looking at me like that,” he murmurs, brushing your wrist again, “and i’m gonna want more than your hand next time.”

[kakashisacademia]

pairing: Satoru Gojo x you x Suguru Geto | warnings: (failed) primal play, soft coercion & cnc, praise and degradation mix, edging, domination, bondage, orgasm denial, possessiveness, rough sex, use of toys, safe word use

summary; a failed primal play turns into something darker as the boys punish you in the only way they know

ೃ⁀➷ Run Again, I Dare You

It started as a game. The boys had that look in their eyes. The dark, dangerous, starved one. The car ride to the abandoned house was filled with sharp grins and teasing threats, their hands already all over you in the backseat.

“Ten minutes,” Geto said as he stepped out into the dusk, rolling his shoulders like a lion stretching before the kill.

Gojo smiled, wide and deadly behind the wheel. “Better make them count, sweetheart. Once we catch you, you’re not walking tomorrow.”

You ran. Through the overgrown weeds, past the broken swing set and into the skeletal forest behind the house. You ran knowing what waited for you at the end - hands dragging you down, breath on your neck, a body pinning you into the earth while the other smirks and murmurs filth against your skin. But then. you got bold. Or maybe a little mean.

Instead of getting caught, you hid. Slipped back into the house through a side door, barefoot and silent, heart pounding. Up the creaky stairs. Into one of the old bedrooms with the boarded windows and cracked wallpaper. And you waited.

At first, you expected to hear them crowing in triumph any second. But the woods stayed quiet. And then your phone vibrated.

[Satoru]: where the fuck are you?

You smirked. Switched your phone to silent. Curled up beneath the broken bed frame, listening.

[Suguru]: baby. answer. this isn’t funny anymore.

Your smile faltered. Then came the calls. One, two, five. Voicemails you couldn’t hear, but you could imagine Gojo’s voice, shaky, angry in that terrified way. You checked the time. You’d been missing for nearly 40 minutes.

The next text was just:

[Satoru]: did you fall? i swear to god.

And suddenly the idea didn’t feel so mean. It felt like maybe you’d misjudged just how fast the game could turn into something else. They weren’t just playing anymore. You crept out from under the bed.

“There you are.”

The voice cracked through the silence like a whip. Gojo was standing in the doorway, his hair a mess, cheeks flushed and eyes wild. Behind him, Geto appeared, breathing hard, jaw clenched so tight it looked like he might break a tooth.

You opened your mouth, but Gojo was already stalking forward. “You thought that was funny? Making us think something happened to you?”

“I was just hiding-” you started, but Geto cut in, voice low and trembling.

“You don’t get to disappear like that.”

His hands were on your arms before you could react, gripping, not hurting, just grounding. His forehead pressed against yours.

“We thought you hit your head. That you were out there in the dark, alone.”

Gojo’s hand fisted in your shirt. “I was ready to tear the whole goddamn forest apart.”

You didn’t know what to say. Guilt settled heavy in your throat.

But Gojo let out a breath that wasn’t quite a threat anymore. It was something darker, primal. “You’re in so much trouble.”

“Go ahead,” Geto murmured, stepping behind you, arms caging you in. “Try to run now.”

You knew you crossed a line. Not the kind they could laugh off later, not this time. You could see it in the way Gojo’s jaw clenched, in how Geto wouldn’t stop pacing the room behind you like he was still trying to work the panic out of his muscles.

So when they told you to strip, you obeyed. No teasing. No bratty little comments. Just trembling fingers and a racing heart as you peeled your clothes off and stood bare in the decaying bedroom, the old wallpaper peeling like skin behind you.

Gojo sat on a dusty chair like a king, legs spread wide, still in his black hoodie and torn jeans. His eyes were on you, electric and unreadable. Geto came to stand behind you again. You felt his chest against your back, solid and warm, and his hand fisted in your hair.

“You think this was cute?” he murmured against your ear. “Making us believe something happened to you?”

You whimpered, “I didn’t mean to.”

“You did,” Gojo snapped. “You wanted us to suffer. So now…” He nodded to Geto. “You suffer for us.”

They bent you over the creaking mattress. No prep. No warm-up. Geto’s fingers were already between your legs, finding you soaking and shamefully ready.

“Tsk,” he murmured. “You like this, huh? Getting punished?”

He slid one thick finger inside, slow, deliberate and you moaned, hips twitching. But then he stopped. Pulled away completely.

You cried out in frustration. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t get to be sorry yet,” Gojo said, standing now, palming himself through his jeans. “You get to be used. Not satisfied.”

They made you take it. All of it. Geto behind you first, pushing inside with a low growl, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise, the other wrapped around your throat. He fucked you, no mercy, no rhythm, just chasing his release while you begged to come.

“No,” Gojo snapped when your voice broke. “You don’t get to come, not until we say.”

And when Geto came inside you with a groan, you sobbed, shaking, desperate, your body screaming for release. But they weren’t done.

Gojo was next, facing you now, pushing your legs apart and sheathing himself inside with a moan of relief. His thrusts were deeper, meaner, like he was fucking the fear out of his own chest.

Your hands scrabbled for him, but he pinned them above your head. “Not yet, baby. You don’t get to come just because you want to.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks. Your thighs shook. You were right there, pulsing and desperate and broken open and they wouldn’t let you fall.

“Please,” you hiccupped. “Please, I’ll be good, I won’t ever-”

Gojo kissed you hard, swallowing your sobs, and when he finally came with a rough groan, it felt like the world stilled around you. They pulled out slowly, both of them dripping out of you, and you collapsed on the bed wrecked, empty, aching.

Only then did Geto kneel beside you, brushing your hair off your sticky cheeks. “Next time you hide, baby girl,” he whispered, kissing your temple, “we’ll tie you to the bed first.”

Gojo curled up on your other side, lips brushing your shoulder. “You scared us.”

“I know,” you whispered.

They held you for a long time, bodies tangled, your release still stolen, but in their arms, you didn’t feel punished.

You felt kept, even when you were still trembling.

Your thighs were slick and sticky, aching from being held open for so long. Every pulse of your cunt was a cruel reminder of what you haven’t had, a release. They took their pleasure from you and left you empty, raw, and utterly wrecked. You thought they were done. But they were not. Not quite yet.

Gojo’s fingers were between your legs again, featherlight. You twitched at the contact, hips jerking away out of instinct, but Geto held you down, pinning your wrists with a calm strength that made your breath hitch.

“Still so wet,” Gojo murmured, almost lovingly. “Poor thing. Your cunt’s crying for us.”

“You said,” your voice cracked. “You said I couldn’t-”

Geto kissed your shoulder, voice low and wicked. “We said not until we let you.”

Gojo hummed, brushing lazy circles over your swollen clit. “Well… what do you think, Suguru? Think she’s earned it yet?”

You were already nodding, desperate. “Please,” you whisper, “pleasepleaseplease.”

Geto leaned down and bit your neck, slow and claiming. “Then you beg for it. Like a good little toy.”

Gojo’s fingers sank into you. First two, then three, and your back arched off the mattress. The stretch burned, your walls fluttering so hard it was almost painful. You were teetering on the edge already, like a single breath could push you over.

“Who do you belong to?” Gojo asked, curling his fingers just right. “Say it.”

“You,” you sobbed. “Both of you, please… I’m yours!”

Geto’s hand slid down to your throat again, not squeezing, just holding. “Then come.”

And when you did, it wasn’t a climax, it’s a collapse. You broke apart with a scream, your body locking up, then shuddering as wave after wave rolled through you. Your vision went white, tears spilled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t even breathe through how good it felt. How long they kept you waiting.

They didn’t stop. Gojo kept fucking you with his fingers, drawing it out until you were gasping, sobbing, your body too sensitive to handle it, but you couldn’t make them stop, and deep down… you didn’t want to.

“That’s it,” Geto whispered, licking the tears from your cheeks. “So pretty when you cry for it.”

“Next time,” Gojo said, pressing kisses to your thigh, “you don’t make us wait so long to see you like this.”

Eventually, they slowed. Eased you down with gentle hands and soft praise. Pulled you into their arms like you were made of glass. You were too exhausted to speak, but they were already murmuring against your skin, promising baths and blankets and water and chocolate.

And later, when you were clean and tucked between them in the back of the car, wrapped in hoodies and love, Gojo kissed your forehead and whispered, “Run again, baby. I dare you.”

The night was warm and quiet. You were asleep between them, soft breaths rising and falling in a rhythm that soothed their battered nerves. You curled in tighter when they turned the lights out, instinctive and vulnerable, as if your body knew now that you belonged nowhere else but here, tangled in their limbs.

Geto got one arm slung across your waist, his fingers twitching now and then like he was still chasing you through the trees in his dreams.

Gojo didn’t sleep. Not really. And when he did, it’s shallow. Light. Twisted. He jerked awake around three a.m., drenched in cold sweat, breath ragged. His heart was pounding like a drum in his chest. He stared at the ceiling, at the moonlight crawling across the old plaster, and tried to breathe.

Because in his dream, you weren’t hiding. You were hurt. You were lying in the forest, twisted and bleeding. Calling for them. And they couldn’t reach you in time.

“Fuck,” he breathed, sitting up, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Beside him, Geto stirred. Instinctively aware. Always attuned to Gojo’s shifts. “Toru…?”

Gojo turned to him. “I can’t let it go. I need to finish it.”

Geto blinked, then looked down at you, sleeping sweetly between them, completely unaware.

Gojo’s voice was hoarse. “She made us think she was gone, Suguru. You saw me. I was out of my fucking mind.”

Geto sat up, his hand brushing over your back. You didn’t stir.

“I’m not gonna hurt her,” Gojo whispered. “But I need to remind her. That she can’t do that to us again.”

Geto was quiet for a moment, gaze lingering on you. Then he nodded. “We do it slow,” he said. “We wake her right. We do it safe.”

He slid out of bed and grabbed the kit from their bag - the ropes, the cuffs, the soft silk blindfold. All of it packed not for punishment, but for pleasure.

You were so deeply asleep that you barely move when they shifted you. They were gentle. Careful. Your wrists were cuffed first, soft leather, buckled to the headboard. Ankles bound next, parted just slightly. The blindfold went on last, and Gojo pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Still, you slept.

Until Geto kneels beside you and spoke, low and soft. “Sweet girl… wake up.”

Your body stirred. You shifted against the restraints and froze.

Gojo hums behind you, stroking your thigh. “That’s it. Good girl.”

You gasped, twitching against the cuffs. “Wha… what’s happening?”

“You’re safe,” Geto murmured. “But you’re ours. And we’re not done teaching you that.”

Gojo’s voice was darker now. “You scared me. Worse than I’ve been in years. And I need to feel you scared again.”

You trembled. “Please.”

“Ah, ah,” Geto soothed, brushing hair from your damp forehead. “Before we go any further, you tell me your safeword.”

You swallowed, chest rising and falling. “Peach.”

He smiled. “Good girl. And if you say it?”

“You stop. Immediately,” you whispered.

Gojo leaned down and nips at your shoulder. “Fuck, I love it when she remembers the rules.”

Geto pressed a kiss to your trembling lips. “Now… no ‘stop,’ no ‘wait,’ no crying unless you mean it, baby. You don’t get to hide from us. Not anymore.”

You nodded, breath catching, already writhing gently in the cuffs.

Gojo grinned, stripping off his shirt. “Let’s remind our little runaway what happens when she plays games with her owners.”

You’ve never felt so helpless. So completely at their mercy. Arms bound, legs spread, blindfolded and shaking. Their voices float around you, low, amused, hungry. You can’t tell where they are until you feel them.

Gojo first. The blunt head of his cock drags through your folds. He doesn’t tease. Doesn’t ask. He just shoves in, slow at first but impossibly deep, punching a whimper out of your throat as your bound wrists tug against the cuffs.

“That’s right,” he groans. “Take it. You want to scare me like that? Then take all of me.”

He thrusts once. Twice. Then loses it. There’s no rhythm. Just need. Desperate and sharp, his hips slamming into yours, the mattress groaning beneath you as he ruts like he’s trying to carve himself into your body forever.

You cry out helplessly, overstimulated already and Gojo just laughs.

“Look at her, Suguru. Fucked dumb already and we just started.”

Geto’s voice is calm, close. He’s kneeling beside your head, stroking your jaw, coaxing your lips open.

“She’s perfect like this,” he murmurs. “Soft, obedient… ours.”

You can’t speak. You can barely breathe from Gojo’s unrelenting thrusts. But you open your mouth anyway, and Geto slips inside without hesitation. His cock is thick, hot against your tongue. He doesn’t thrust at first. Just rests there, letting you adjust as Gojo slams into you like a madman, each movement jarring you up onto Geto’s length.

And then both of them move.

You’re being fucked from both ends, caught in their rhythm. One thrust pushing the other deeper. Your body shakes, arms straining, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold.

You moan, gag and sob and they don’t stop.

Gojo’s voice is wrecked. “So tight, so fucking good. She’s clenching like she’s scared.”

“She is,” Geto murmurs, his hand now wrapped around your throat not squeezing, just holding. Anchoring. “Aren’t you, baby? You scared of us now?”

You can��t speak with your mouth full, but your body says everything. He pulls out just far enough for you to gasp, and his voice lowers.

“Still okay?”

You nod, the sound ragged and desperate.

“Safeword?”

“Peach,” you whisper.

“Good girl.”

Then he’s back in your mouth, deeper this time. His grip tightens just a little around your throat as Gojo hammers in harder, muttering filth like he’s unraveling.

“You feel me, baby? Gonna be sore for days.”

You sob, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth. You’re drowning in them. Owned by them. You’re not even sure where one ends and the other begins.

Gojo’s thrusts grow erratic, his breath coming in sharp pants. “Fuck, fuck. I’m gonna cum”

“Do it,” Geto says, voice husky but controlled. “She’s ours to ruin.”

Gojo shouts your name as he comes, buried to the hilt, shaking with it. He slumps forward, chest heaving, lips pressed to your shoulder.

Geto pulls out of your mouth slowly, stroking his cock with a few tight pumps before spilling across your lips and tongue, painting you with quiet groans.

You’re sobbing now. Not from pain, from everything. And they’re already untying you. Gentle hands. Kisses against your throat. Whispered praises.

“You did so good.”

“Our brave girl.”

“We’ve got you now.”

You fall asleep again between them. Used, worshipped, and so completely theirs.

You wake up slowly. Your whole body aches in the best way. Your wrists are sore from the cuffs, your thighs from holding them open. You’re sticky with dried cum, lips swollen from being stretched. But you feel… safe. Anchored. Your boys are on either side, one hand on your waist, the other tangled in your hair.

And they’re already awake. Watching you.

“You looked too sweet not to touch,” Gojo murmurs, trailing a fingertip down your belly.

“She still looks wrecked,” Geto adds, voice husky. “Still leaking from last night.”

Gojo presses a kiss just below your navel. “Then let’s see what she’s got left.”

You don’t speak instead you just whimper, nodding faintly. You want it. You do. Even as your body protests.

They move you gently, spreading your legs. Gojo between them, mouth warm and wet as he licks up the mess he left. Geto cradling your head in his lap, murmuring praise into your hair while his hand strokes your throat.

You gasp when you feel Gojo slipping something cold and smooth inside you. A toy. Glass. Perfectly shaped to hit your softest places.

“She’s still so tight,” he groans. “Like she’s never had us.”

He starts slow. Thrusting it in and out, twisting just right. Geto’s thumb brushes your bottom lip.

“You’re gonna take it like a good girl, right?” he murmurs. “Gonna let us use you one more time.”

You nod. Barely. Then Gojo adds another smaller plug, warm from his mouth, slipped into your ass.

“Too much,” you breathe, hips twitching.

“You can take it,” Geto says gently. “You always do.”

They start to move together. Gojo with the toys, Geto with his fingers on your clit. You’re already trembling, already wet again, your body betraying how close you are.

It builds fast. Too fast. You try to keep up, but it’s too much. And then you say it. So soft they almost miss it.

“…Peach.”

Everything stops. Instantly. Gojo freezes. Geto’s hand leaves you. Both of them lean in, hovering, panic crawling under their skin.

“Did you say it?” Geto asks quietly, brushing hair from your damp face. “Baby, say it again if you need us to stop.”

Your lip trembles. “Peach,” you whisper.

They move fast. Toys gone. Arms around you. Blankets tugged up. Kisses on your cheeks, your temple, your throat.

“I’ve got you,” Geto says, again and again. “We’re done. You’re safe.”

Gojo is shaking more than you are. He buries his face against your side. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t… We should’ve checked.”

You’re crying, overwhelmed, but not afraid. Not anymore. You’re held.

Geto cups your cheek, makes you meet his eyes. “You did everything right. You did so good. This is what that word is for.”

You nod. Slowly. Breathing easier now.

Gojo lifts his head and kisses your forehead. “Never too much, okay? You say it anytime. I’ll always stop.”

Geto smiles softly, pulling you tighter. “You’re not just ours to ruin, sweet girl. You’re ours to protect.”

And in their arms, shaking and raw, but heard you believe them.

[cuntphoric]

a/n; for my 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 anon!!!

SUGURU smirks when you ask about the tongue ring. “you’ll see,” he murmurs, eyes half lidded, already pulling your panties off with one finger.

he takes his time. traces slow circles on your inner thighs with the tip of his tongue—pressing the cold metal against your skin, making you jolt, breath catching and he laughs softly into you.

then he licks a stripe up your slit, warm and light, the piercing dragging in a way that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.

surprisingly..? suguru's skilled. switching between lazy swirls and sharp flicks, the weight of the metal tapping your clit in a filthy cycle only he’s writing with his mouth.

one hand on your stomach, holding you down. the other gripping your thigh, spreading you open so he can get deeper.

you try to warn him you’re close, but he doesn’t stop and thrusts his wet tongue into you. “i know, sweetheart. you can do it.”

suguru seriously doesn’t stop, just keeps licking through it, all the way until your legs stop shaking. only then does he pull back, lips glistening, tongue out with the piercing on full display.

“worth it?” suguru asks.

you nod, dizzy.

“figured."

[ctrlkenma]

— ❛ ONE OF YOUR GIRLS, TONIGHT! g. suguru.

☆ synopsis ; there’s no romance between you and suguru. simply obedience dressed up as devotion. just bruises you begged for and silence you mistake for permission. you’re not the one he wants. but if it means staying close, you’ll let him ruin you with both hands—and thank him for the favor.

✦ content ; f!reader, fuckboy!suguru, fwb!dynamic, stoner!suguru, normie!reader, suguru x reader, slight satoru x reader, explicit sexual content, slow updates, explicit language, the three 'g's (gaslight, gatekeep, getoboss), emotional manipulation.

☆ warnings ; explicit sexual content, bdsm, kink exploration, degradation, oral (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), spit kink, squirting, penetration (protected), penetration (unprotected), fingering, edging, choking, fainting during sex, exhibitionism, hate sex, threesome sex (f,m,m), double penetration, spanking, bondage, swallowing, abusive language, so much manipulation, non-committal behaviour, geto sucks, use of recreational drugs, substance abuse, making out, etc.

❛ CHAPTERS MASTERLIST;

𝐈. — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋.

𝐈𝐈. — 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. — 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄.

𝐈𝐕. — 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘.

© 𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑴𝑨, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓. ☆

comment to be added to the masterlist!

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: breeding, soft!geto, pet names, pregnancy mention (obv).

cult leader!suguru is so sweet and loving to you, he sure does adore you. especially now, with how he's got you in missionary, kissing your tears away. "i love you so much." he mumbles sweetly, his raspy voice low enough for you and only you to hear. "you're my sweet, sweet girl. gonna carry my babies, hm? i'm gonna breed you nice and full, and you're gonna carry my heir."

you can't exactly understand what he's saying because he's reaching all the right spots with his chubby cock, your brain is turned to mush by now, and you have only one thought in mind: suguru, suguru, suguru, suguru. so you don't even process when he says that "what about i make you a mom now? you're gonna be a great one." and he moans. not a grunt like he usually does, but he moans in your ear because you're making him feel so good and you don't even know. :(

"cum-mming.. hmm." it's what falls from your lips as you tighten around him, making a white ring at the base of his cock. and it feels so delicious, it makes him feel his cock twitching inside you — he knows he's close. "that's great baby. you did great for me." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead with so much love. "i'm gonna come inside, ok? gonna make you a mommy, i need someone to keep leading the cult. what do you say?" and all he needs is the small nod along with your pleas to shoot his load inside you, his potent seed that he knows it is going to take, going to make you pregnant.

dividers by aquazero.

[jujutsukinkadamy]

The Last Thing you'll

Ever Worship

Suguru geto x reader

TAGS : dead dove do not eat, noncon implications, public humiliation, cult dynamics, drugging, corruption, psychological manipulation, enemies to obliteration, execution kink, darkfic, yandere cult leader Geto, voyeurism themes, reader degradation, intense power imbalance, dubcon setup, body betrayal, rotcore, no fluff.

CW: This work contains graphic descriptions of psychological and physical control, drugging, public degradation, implied non-consent, and worship-via-humiliation. Read at your own risk. DEAD DOVE. DOVE IS ROTTING.

author's note : I've had many disturbing thoughts inside my head while I was writing this fic. Hope you darkfic enjoyers like this! Anyways I forgot the word count cuz I'm lazy like that. Enjoy the fic, Reblogs, likes, comments are appreciated ❤️ Ask me anything on my page💋

The first thing you notice is the cold.

Your body is suspended, arms chained above your head, toes barely brushing the stone floor. Your robes hang in tatters, blood drying against your skin. You can taste iron in your mouth. Something’s cracked in your jaw. You don’t remember when.

Above you, torches burn with unnatural steadiness, casting a golden glow over the stone sanctuary. Shadows shift. Dozens of eyes watch in reverent silence. You’re not just a prisoner.

You’re a spectacle.

“You brought this on yourself, you know.” The voice is soft like silk soaked in blood.

Suguru Geto stands before you, dressed not in armor or battle robes, but ceremonial black and gold. His long hair is tied back with precision. There’s a lazy elegance to his smile, the kind you’d expect from a man delivering a eulogy rather than a sentence.

He doesn’t look angry.

He looks… pleased.

You spit at him, or try to. It dribbles from your split lip and lands on your own collarbone and his smile widens.

“Still defiant. That’s good. I want them to see it before I burn it out of you.”

You and Suguru Geto were once inseparable, two sides of the same soul, bound by utmost devotion for each other, shared battles, and the kind of love that bloomed between scars and silence. He was your sanctuary, your shadow, your almost. But when his faith in the world rotted, when he turned his back on everything you both bled for, you couldn’t follow him into the dark. Although he did ask you to join him, to persuade you somehow bit you didn't, you couldn't. Choosing good meant leaving him behind, cutting the thread that once tied your hearts together. You still remember the look in his eyes when you walked away, not rage, not heartbreak, but betrayal. As if you were the one who'd abandoned him.

You pull against the chains, despite the ache in your shoulders. The crowd stays silent, his followers, robed in muted black, standing in neat rows like obedient acolytes. Dozens. Maybe more. You can feel their eyes like hands.

Geto steps closer. He doesn’t need to raise his voice.

“This sorcerer tried to end me. Broke into our sanctum. Slaughtered four of our own. All in the name of the weak. The civilians. The powerless.” He clicks his tongue. “And for what? Their admiration? Their thanks?”

He cups your chin in his hand, tilting your face toward him. “Did you really think they’d remember your name after you died?”

You jerk your head, trying to snap at him, but he holds you steady. The smile never leaves his lips. He speaks now only for you. “You could’ve been great, you know. You could’ve stood beside me. They would’ve worshipped you. But you had to be a hero.” He sighs. “Now they’ll watch as I turn you into something better.”

You freeze. Not from fear. From recognition.

Because you’ve heard the stories.

Geto doesn’t kill his enemies. He converts them.

The room shifts. You were dragged like a sac to the stone altar and your wrists were bound by some chains that reeked of cursed energy and you were forced on your knees. A table is brought forward, black velvet draped across a low altar. On it, a carved vial the color of moonlight. You feel a sliver of something colder than fear slip down your spine.

Geto picks up the vial with a reverence you don’t understand. He holds it in front of you like a holy relic. “A special blend, tailored just for you. Sorcery-compatible. Doesn’t sedate the mind, just... encourages the body.”

He removes the cork and holds the vial between his fingers. You twist, shake your head, and grunt trying to resist but it’s no use. Two followers step forward to hold you still. You try to bite one of them, but all it earns you is a punch to the gut that knocks the wind from your lungs.

Before you can even register the punch geto's hand grabs at your neck and then the liquid is in your mouth. It tastes like starlight and poison. You try to spit, choke, anything but he’s already tilted your head back. Forcing you to swallow.

It burns all the way down. It doesn’t hit at first.

But soon… your skin tingles. Your chest tightens. The air grows thick, hot, heavy. It’s like your blood has been replaced with honey. Every nerve ending hums. Your thoughts scatter like birds. You try to stay angry, focused but your body has already betrayed you.

Geto watches you shake.

“Good. Let it take hold. Let them see how quickly righteousness crumbles.” He turns to his followers.

“Bear witness. Watch the great protector become the lesson.”

You sag against the chains. Your knees buckle. Not from pain but heat. You hate how your thighs tremble. How your nipples peak beneath your ruined clothes. How slick begins to pool between your legs with every slow, monstrous heartbeat.

And Geto? He just watches. Patient. Devout.

You feel your breath catch when he touches your neck, fingers dragging down to your collarbone. The contact is feather-light, but it ignites your skin.

No. No. You’re not this weak. Not for him. Not like this.

But your body is drenched in betrayal. He leans in, whispers against your jaw. “You feel it, don’t you? The shame. The hunger. It’s rewriting you.”

You whimper and that, more than anything, makes him sigh like a man in love.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.” He caresses your cheeks and you crumple to the floor like a broken puppet. He kneels beside you. Cradles your chin. Brushes your hair back with terrifying gentleness. Your vision swims. The room watches, still silent.

Don’t give him the satisfaction. Don’t cry. Don’t beg.

But your body is burning. Need strangles every thought. Your hips buck against nothing. You feel tears threaten.

“This,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, “is what you were always meant to be. Not a hero. Not a weapon. A symbol." You shake your head, but it’s too late. Your thighs are soaked. Your mouth parts on a moan you can’t swallow. "Let me show them your truth.” The stone beneath your knees bites into your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You won’t give him the satisfaction.

The cursed chains binding your wrists behind your back pulse with residual energy, sapping your strength with each beat. Your shoulders ache. Your jaw trembles. And still, you keep your head high because it’s the only thing you have left.

But the heat is building.

That fucking aphrodisiac he made you swallow thick and bitter, poured straight down your throat as he stroked your neck claws through your veins like wildfire. It doesn’t just make you wet. It makes you want. And that’s worse.

Geto watches you with hooded eyes, if you can call it that. Elevated, draped in black and gold, his legs spread with lazy arrogance as he studies you. “You’re shaking,” he says softly. “You going to beg soon?”

"Why?" Was all you can muster up to speak, your whole body was shaking. Even thinking about you calling the man in front of you your whole life makes bile rise up in your throat. How naïve were you?

He chuckles. “You don't get to ask questions.”

A ripple of agreement flows through the cult. They kneel in reverence men with eyes wide and ravenous, women clutching at their chests like this is scripture. They’ve been waiting for this. To watch their god ruin a sorcerer.

Geto rises. His steps echo as he circles you. Every inch closer feels like a cage closing. Your knees twitch, but the cursed chains bind you still. You can’t run. You can’t fight. You can only endure.

He stops behind you.

The air shifts warm breath on your neck, fingers ghosting over your hips. You shudder. “Still pretending you don’t want it?” he murmurs, hand slipping beneath the torn hem of your uniform. “Even when your cunt’s dripping?”

You want to scream. Instead, you grit your teeth. The cult breathes louder. He lifts your skirt. You choke on your own shame. “I want them to see.” His voice is lower now, dark with amusement. “All of them. How a proud little jujutsu brat turns into a hole the second I touch her.”

You jerk away instinctively. Useless. His hands pull your chains back tight. Geto kneels behind you, one hand between your thighs. He doesn’t have to search long your folds are wet, glistening, flushed from the drug’s effects. He swipes his fingers through the mess, then raises them for all to see.

“Willing,” he announces. “Even if her mouth still lies.” He stands up as one of his followers starts disrobing him. His face is lit up with pride and something dark and twisted, as if he's won a prize he was waiting for so long.

He kneels behind you and forces your head onto the stone, your cheeks scraping against the hard rough planes. He spits directly onto your cunt slow and deliberate and rubs the saliva in with cruel fingers, smearing it across your folds, then presses the tip of his cock against you. A whimper leaves your throat as you twist. He grips your hips.

“You wanted to keep your pride,” he says calmly. “So I’ll take it from you instead.”

And he thrusts in. No warning. No care.

Just pain, sharp and blinding, tearing a raw scream from your throat as he forces himself deep. Your knees slide forward on the stone, but his grip yanks you back onto him, sheathing every unforgiving inch inside you.

He groans. “Fuck. You’re tight.” You choke on a sob. Several gasps can be heard in unison.

“She’s crying,” a woman breathes.

Geto snaps his hips forward hard. Brutal. Your head jerks back. “Of course she is,” he says. “This is the first time she’s been fucked properly.” The sting from his cock drilling inside you is nothing compared to the sting which comes by knowing for the fact that suguru geto knew, he knew you didn't give yourself to anyone, he knew cuz you once told him that he'd be your first and last. And still he's being merciless with you.

He sets a rhythm that defies mercy. Your body jerks with each thrust, forced to take every inch. The chains burn. The stone bruises. But worst of all is the heat spreading deeper with every pump of his cock inside you, every sick twist of pleasure forced through your traitorous nerves. The smell of copper fills the air around you both and you feel something dripping onto your thighs. You feel it in your spine. In your toes. In the way your thighs twitch open wider.

“No,” you whisper. “No—”

“Ah, there it is,” he croons. “She’s starting to break.” He grabs your hair and yanks you up, forcing your back against his chest. Your tits are exposed, slick with sweat, bouncing with every thrust. The audience watches, spellbound. His hands slip in between your thighs and gather the blood trickling down your thighs from your cunt where you both are joined and brings his blood covered hand to your chest, spreading the blood all over your tits as a form of ownership. The crowd roars in triumph.

“Look at them,” he growls into your ear. “They’d kill to be in your place.” One thrust hits something devastating. Your mouth drops open. A moan escapes before you can choke it down. Geto laughs.

“Fucking knew it. That drug’s turning you into a perfect little cumrag.” You try to shake your head and push him away all but to no avail. But you’re clenching around him, your body wants it now. You feel your climax building. Unwanted. Disgusting.

He knows. “Gonna cum, aren’t you? From being fucked in front of everyone?”

“No! P-please...” But your voice breaks.

He leans in, biting your neck. “Do it. Let them see how filthy you really are.”

Your body convulses. You scream as your orgasm tears through you, your cunt pulsing around his cock, slick gushing down your thighs. The crowd gasps and praises their lord.

You slump forward, trembling. Geto doesn’t stop. He grabs your arms and bends you lower, plunging into you with renewed cruelty. His thrusts grow erratic. His balls slap against your ass with each snap of his hips. And then, he groans and empties inside you. Deep. Hot.

You feel it flood your insides, thick and possessive. Your stomach twists. Geto pulls out, slow and wet. The crowd stares at your gaping cunt, watching his cum leak from you in sticky strings. Some men drops to their knees, whispering prayers.

He grips your jaw and forces your head up. "I'm not done with you yet." The crowd falls silent as he whispers into your ear. “Open your mouth, swallow my spit and thank me."

You shake. Silent.

He slaps you—sharp and loud. “Open your fucking mouth, Slut.” Choked sobs escape your lips as you part your lips unwillingly trembling from shame and self loathing. He grabs your chin roughly as he spits inside your unwilling mouth. You're broken beyond belief.

“I…” Your lips tremble. “Thank you.”

He smiles. “There’s my girl."

You lie in a mess on the stone floor, body shaking, slick coating your thighs. Your vision swims. You’re not sure what hurts more your body or your pride. The crowd doesn’t jeer.

They bow. To you. No, to him. To what he’s done to you. What you represent now. Ruin in physical form. Geto crouches beside you, gathering you up in his robe. Not like a rescuer, but like a conqueror claiming a trophy.

“I told you, didn’t I? You’ll be the last thing they ever worship.” Your lip trembles. He smiles, and presses a kiss to your temple like a benediction.

“This is what salvation looks like, little dove. Flesh, ruin and obedience. If only you listened to me at first. And now the last thing you'll ever worship is me."

A smile grazes your lips from the sound of your old nick name coming out of his mouth, only the man before you was nothing like the suguru geto you once knew.

[cyberrmusee]

thinking about college au bully!suguru

bully!suguru who always picks on you for your cute and overly girl outfits "what? you think you're in a fucking fashion show?"

bully!suguru who purposely invades your personal space and looms over you like a storm cloud every time he's in close proximity just to bother you.

bully!suguru who finds any and every excuse to antagonize you in any form possible, even just 'bumping' into you and making you drop your morning coffee.

bully!suguru who wont let anyone else treat you the way he does, only he is allowed to tease you like that. "say some shit like that to her again and ill f*ckin kill you, got me?"

bully!suguru who snatches your hair ties from you every time he sees them on your wrist. "you don't need it anyways, baldy. i've got more hair, i need it more."

bully!suguru who secretly saves them and wears them under the sleeves of his sweaters and jackets.

bully!suguru who cant stand to see you within the vicinity of a man that isn't him and is jealous and bitter at how happy you look without him.

bully!suguru who sucks at verbally expressing to you how he feels about you, so he expresses it by stretching your pretty pussy open in the janitorial closet between classes.

he had you bent over the janitors desk, giving your sopping cunt deep, powerful thrusts as he placed his hand over top yours and worked his hips. his fat mushroom tip going straight the hilt of your warm, dripping pussy, cock abusing your cervix.

all of your colorful hair ties he'd previously stolen, adorned his wrists. a flutter of bright colors flashed through your vision blurry, tears spilling from your eyes from how his girth bullied your cunt, stretching to make you fit alllll of him and mold your walls for his dick, so that's what he did with em'? your pussy swallowing his fat cock whole as a ring of your creamy slick formed at the base of his cock, which only served to make him harder.

god he should've done this ages ago.

[arminsumi]

cws — mdni, rough sex, a little humiliation/degradation, insinuates having had sex with Satoru in the past, etc.

Stilling wayyyyyyyy too deep inside you is bully!Suguru's favorite thing to do, simply because of how you respond with a pretty little back arch and needy noise — "Oh, you're a slutty little thing, aren't you?" he smiles down at you cruelly.

"Shit, you're too deep, can you chill?" you gasp, feeling his tip digging into you. "Too deep?" he clicked his tongue, faking disappointment, "I thought you said you were gonna take it all for me, 'cause you were a big girl? What happened to that, huh?" he humiliated you, coming down to your ear to mutter "Satoru was right, you're all talk." which, ah, of course, got you squeezing around him.

He just laughed feeling you tighten in anger, because truly, it was his favorite thing — to piss you off in the middle of it.

"Fuck you." is your response, which he has queued his reply to, "What, d'you want me to stop? Alright, poor thing, I'll take it out." — oh but he's only slid halfway out before you start frantically apologizing and begging for him to put it back in. Isn't he so nice? He obliges and rams it all back in, ruthlessly, just to hear you hiccough and sob into the pillow with pure pleasure surging all over your body.

"I hate you!" you wail, walls overjoyed to have him back in your guts, "Ohhh, you're the fucking worst!" you wail even louder, but oh bully!Suguru just forces your head into the pillow to shut you up, "Mmm, cry about it." he sneers, picking up right where he left off.

He knows he's going to hell for fucking someone's daughter like this but he doesn't care, not even one bit.

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI!

Tw - STEPCEST, cheating, age-gap(early 20s n early 40s), anal play, daddy/dad kink, oral, some really inappropriate and gross stuff. Stepcest isn’t blood related. Not proofread.

A/n - “Toji wouldn’t do th-“ I don’t give a shit, goodnight.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who secretly rubs your little pussy through your thin cotton panties from underneath the blanket while you're having a movie night with your family in the living room.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who tells your clueless mother that he’s taking you on a daddy-and-daughter bonding trip for a few days so the two of you can spend more time together and get to know each other more which only ends up with his hefty cock being stuffed deep into your innocent pussy— filling you up to the brim in some random hotel not too far from your house.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who instantly gets rock hard whenever you'd call him “dad” or “daddy”. He just can’t help when a sweet young thing like you is innocently batting your eyelashes up at him and asking him for his assistance. God, you’re so helpless, you can’t do anything without the help from your dad, not even cumming. :(

Which is why he has to sneak into your bedroom dead at night and skillfully poke his stepdaughter’s g-spot with his fat tip till you can finally cum and make a big mess on his cock.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who's obsessed with you sitting on his face, your warm dripping pussy nestled in his mouth while his eager tongue skillfully laps at the essence of your arousal from your glistening entrance. His nose presses into your rim purposefully, causing your adorable hole to wink against his nose in playful response to his inhales and breathing. He needs you on his face at least once a day :(

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who you coincidentally encounter in the bathroom, late at night while he’s pissing so that quickly escalated with his girthy cock now being shoved down your throat and he's thrusting it rhythmically in and out your mouth. Your eyes begin to well up with tears which only fuels him even more to use your mouth to his favor as he deviously grins down at you when he notices how you're helplessly playing with your drenched pussy with your fingers.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who gets off from being risky, especially when your mom is dozing off on the couch and he has you forcefully bent over the cold marble kitchen counter with one of his muscular hands pressed firmly against your lower back so you won't escape from his hold. His fat thumb is clogging your ass and his veiny cock is stretching your little pussy apart around his shaft while his angry tip is exploring the depths of your cunt.

He'd be such a mean man and force his thumb deeper and deeper into your asshole just so he can get a cute reaction from you and hear you whine while you desperately claw at his beefy forearm for him to stop :( He only chuckles and laughs at how scared you are as if you don't love it as much as he does.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves referring to himself as Daddy while he's balls deep into your slippery hole. Your trembling knees are knocking against your soft, bouncing tits and you're desperately gasping for air while your nails are sinking into his strong hand that's encircling your neck. "Shh shh c'mon be a good little step-kid f'daddy and take my cock". He whispers, trailing a thumb up to your glossy lips before inserting it into your mouth for you to suck on.

His cock is crammed into your tight pussy, and the way you keep sucking him in deeper and deeper every hazy second makes him not want to pull out anytime soon. He just can't get enough of your pussy. "That's it, that's baby, yer making daddy feel sooo good".

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who has developed a habit of sniffing your cunt and ass, he just can't help it :( he just loves your natural scent and can't get enough of you when he's bending down behind your small figure while you're engrossed in cooking dinner for the family and pulls your shorts down to bury his pointy nose in your moist pussy.

A plague of worries clouds your head when you feel his nose prodding into your tight entrance in the open. "T-toji! n-not here, she'll see!", you pleaded as you attempted to push his head away from your rear only for him to clasp both of your hands into his larger ones with just a chuckle rumbling against your cunny. soft whimpers escape your lips when you hear his loud whiffs of your pussy.

GRIMY STEP-DAD TOJI! who loves nothing more than licking his step-daughter’s little pussy at any given chance he gets :(

It's so prohibited and “taboo” and the older man is very much aware of that but he just can't help it when he's quietly slipping into your bedroom late at night to run his salivating tongue over the sapping mound— He’s been practically thinking about it the entire day.

His clothed cock immediately starts twitching uncontrollably every time his grimy thoughts clouded his vivid imagination, all he could do at work was discreetly palm his hardened bulge and give it a hard squeeze for friction and temporary relief.

He barely could wait till everyone was asleep to taste your delicious pussy again.

A deep involuntary groan leaves his lips from the taste of your creamy pussy melting on his tastebuds. The sensation of the sticky slick clinging onto his tongue stirred a desperate throbbing in his cock, yearning for more. God, every fiber of his being ached to plunge his hard cockhead into your warm, virgin pussy and ravish you until you painted his shaft with your cream but he won't... at least not yet.

Luckily for him, you were sleeping on your stomach and the tranquility of your slumber allowed him to cautiously lower your adorable panties down, gently resting it at your lower thighs, and parted your plush cheeks using his thumbs to peek at your delicate pussy. The glossy sheen veiling your folds glistened in the dim light, making his fat cock throb with urgency.

“Fuck, so pretty” he whispered breathlessly, sticking his tongue out to lap at your messy folds, his tongue flickers back and forth, licking up at your wetness and replacing it with his spit and intertwining saliva. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t a heavy sleeper so the sensation of his soft, wet tongue wiggling against your most intimate place was enough to stir you awake.

Your eyelids flutter open weakly, giving way to the heavy fog of slumber that still clung to your countenance. Sleep is evident in your features as your tummy tingles from the continuous sensation of the stimulation. Your vision was clouded with fuzziness but you could still make out the muscular silhouette of your step-father.

He was huge and muscular, he wasn’t built like some ordinary man so there was no mistake that it was him.

“Daddy?”You mumbled innocently, rubbing your eyes in hopes of having a clearer view after.

“W-hat are you doing?”

“Shh shh, go back to sleep doll. Dad’s gonna take care of ya” he lightly chuckled before caressing your ass and placing a few wet kisses on your soft cheeks.

[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.

[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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[gossamyrrh]

gentle somno, cnc, creampie ... ୨ৎ afab!reader

✦ thinking about suguru coming home late one night, ridiculously hammered from a work event with his head pounding, only to find you, his sweet wife, sleeping on the sofa, your shorts riding up your plush thighs—rosy lips parted just slightly.

his first thought is that you probably dozed off waiting up for him. closed your eyes for a second before your exhaustion overtook you, as it has so many times before. the notion brings a clumsy smile to his face, and before he knows it, he’s drunkenly giggling to himself. thinks, fuck, i'm so lucky.

his second thought, however, is.... far less pure. hits him suddenly as he nears you, gets a glimpse of your skin up close, smells that familiar, signature, honeyed sweetness of your body wash that he just fucking adores.

and without warning, his cock is rising in his trousers, throbbing with a raw need, and he’s on you in a second.

belt buckle undone, trousers unzipped, he’s pulling out his stiff cock and swaying over you as he struggles to tug your bottoms off in his drunken stupor. it takes him a couple tries—a few, really—but eventually he gets it, shoves it down your legs until it tangles at your ankles, a groan caught in his throat upon discovering only your glistening, bare cunt.

no panties?, he thinks. were you trying to surprise him with a little gift for when he came home? is....this the gift? your cunt?

he doesn’t dwell on the question for long.

he gives himself a few experimental tugs before he’s gently sliding inside of you with an ease that makes him suspect you prepped yourself beforehand. the thought makes him release a pathetic, gasping moan.

i'm so fucking lucky, he thinks again. because how many other men have a partner who is willing to offer themselves on a silver platter just to please them? how many others have that synergy? that trust? that devotion?

suguru rocks into you with sloppy thrusts, nearly melts at the sensation of your soft, velvety cunt, nearly cums, too, but he holds it down. grabs your hips to angle you just right, fingernails biting into your soft skin, and (he blames this on the alchohol. the lack of restraint) starts whining as your tight cunt starts clenching down around him. squeezes him in such a delightful way he fears all the veins in his head might pop!

“f-fuck, that’s s’good.” he whispers, grunting softly, eyes screwed shut with an unfathomable amount of pleasure.

he doesn’t know what—maybe it’s the thrill of it all, of the taking. it’s taboo nature. the stigma that surrounds it—but after a few more thrusts and groans, he’s shuddering as he cums in your poor, little abused cunt, filling you to the brim and covering the skin at the crux of your thighs with his hot, white seed.

he leaves it there—leaves you full—doesn’t bother cleaning up.

that’s his little ‘thank you’ gift for you to wake up to…

[cuntphoric]

suguru loves kissing the inside of your thigh first. sucks a mark into the soft skin, then drags his long tongue up like he’s giving you time to fall apart before he really starts.

his mouth is slow at first. a tease. he licks into you with his whole tongue, warm and mean, and when the ring presses against your clit you go completely still. it’s sharper than you expect. way cooler.

he focuses there. circles it. lets the ring roll over the same spot until it aches. the pressure builds too fast—tight, sweet, relentless—and all you can do is grip the sheets and take it.

suguru doesn’t say a word. just stays down, mouth messy and open, his jaw moving with this steady rhythm that makes your thighs shake. you feel the way suguru groans into you—low and hungry—and when the sound hits your cunt you swear you nearly came just from that.

his tongue moves faster. piercing hitting exactly where you want—need it, again, again, again. no breaks, no mercy. you cum hard, eyes shut, hips lifted into his mouth like you're offering it to him.

he doesn’t stop until your whole body goes soft and limp. then he sits back, wipes his mouth, and pants. he’s barely keeping it together.

"again-"

3/3!!