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luvsupa · 1 month ago

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I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAMMM!

summary: whatever you do, do not fuck mr.ghostface!

tags: ghostface!geto x fem!reader, naoya mention .., set in the 90s and inspired by fear street!!, smut, ōral sex (m and f receiving), knife play, slightly mask kink, humiliation kink, exhibitionism kinda, death, mentions of blood, etc, mdni

w.c: around 3.6k (sorry I got carried away …)

a/n: THANK U GUYS FOR 1.6K WAAAATTTT WE GOIN UPPPPP YEASSS

+ geto in tbis fic looks just like this fanart 🙂‍↕️

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you lean against the register, bored out of your mind as you scribble distorted faces on your company’s notepad. working a night shift sucks—especially a closing shift. you huff as the intercom blasts the latest rock song, a weak attempt to liven up the dead atmosphere. lately, the cd shop has been busy with customers buying vinyls, posters, and movies. ugh, it was so annoying having to scan the newest movie, scream. the line was always so long it nearly wrapped around the whole building!

you glance out the glass front doors, scanning the empty, dark streets, genuinely debating whether you should close two hours early since no one is coming. your attention shifts as you hear the bell ring, indicating a customer entering.

ugh.

your smile drops when you see naoya, your annoying coworker who flirts with you in the weirdest ways. he’s always condescending and putting you down until you found out from another coworker that he’s actually attracted to you. he walks toward you, standing in front of the register as if he were a customer. you honestly forgot he was still here after he said he would take a ‘five-minute’ break an hour ago.

“you don’t get paid to draw, now do you?” he says, leaning over to grab the notebook. you let him take it, but he rips the page clean, crumpling it in his fist. gosh, you hated when he acted like the manager. “anyways, I’m clocking out! must suck having to stay for another�� two hours!” he laughs, glancing at the clock above. he giggles as he walks behind the counter into the bright red font ‘employees only’ room, leaving you scoffing in annoyance. you waste time fixing the decorations on the register as every minute drags by.

ring!

your heart stops when you hear the company phone ringing. who the hell calls at this hour? you pick up the corded telephone and force yourself into a professional tone.

“thank you for calling cursed tracks, how may I help you?” you say, lazily watching over the store. there’s a long pause, and your brows furrow. is this a prank call?

“hello—”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you burst out laughing, doubling over at the blatant prank call. there’s no way. it’s beyond cringey that you would be a victim of ghostface’s evil scheme. tears roll down your cheeks as you hang up the phone, your laughter still ringing in your ears. but then, you stumble backward, colliding with something solid—no, someone. your laughter halts as you slowly turn your head, gulping hard as your eyes drop in horror. screaming in genuine fear, you see him: ghostface, knife in hand, just like in the movies.

you stumble back into the counter, panic rising as you cry out, cornered in the booth. he drops his hand and bursts into laughter, and your brows furrow in confusion. he lifts his hand to remove the haunting mask, and embarrassment floods over you.

seriously.

“naoya, that wasn’t funny,” you snap, shoving him away as he continues to laugh uncontrollably. “you— you should’ve seen your face! I wish I recorded this— we would’ve been stars!” he wheezes, still amused as you find none of this funny. he continues to mimic your reaction, and you bite your lip to keep from lunging at him.

“stop wearing display costumes, asshole! you’re gonna get us in trouble,” you scold, turning away as he playfully bonks your head with the fake plastic knife. irritation washes over you.

“jeez, naoya— just leave already, you’re ruining my alone time,” you say coldly, clearly annoyed by his antics. you hear his footsteps retreating to the employee room, allowing you to calm down from his stupid joke.

you lean against the counter once again, watching over the store in boredom, your eyes feeling heavy as each minute passes. maybe you should really quit- you’re not getting paid enough for this. you roll your eyes at the ruckus coming from the room behind you—nayoa’s making way too much noise.

bastard, you mentally insult him.

you close your eyes to rest them, feeling exhausted from the long shift when you suddenly sense someone standing behind you. your eyes shoot open, and your heart drops again as you turn around to see nayoa in that damn ghostface costume.

“very fuckin’ funny, naoya,” you scoff, trying to ignore him, but he doesn’t move. he’s breathing heavily under the mask, staying still as if waiting for your reaction. you turn to yell at him, but the words choke in your throat. your eyes drop to the knife he’s gripping in his hand, and it looks too real—dripping with what looks like blood. your breathing quickens as you glance at the fake plastic knife that naoya left on the counter, your eyes twitching in disbelief.

“o-okay, naoya, you’re scaring me.”

“darling, who’s naoya?” the male voice says, distorted through the mask’s speaker. tears rush to your eyes as you see blood seeping from under the employee room door.

you step back, your back hitting the counter, trapping you just like before when nayoa scared you. the male steps closer, tears spilling down your cheeks as fear overwhelms you; you can’t call out for naoya—he’s fucking dead!

without thinking, you attempt to jump over the counter, but before you can touch the ground, you feel yourself being yanked back by strong hands. you squeal at how fast he moves, pinning you against the wall with one hand holding you in place and the other gripping the sharp, bloody knife to your throat. your eyes widen, the blade too close to your artery. if you looked up at the popcorn ceiling. you’d see the end of it—your life flashing before your eyes.

“oh pretty, you were just acting like a big girl,” geto coos, his voice soft yet terrifying. the grip on the knife loosens slightly as he pulls back his head, and your eyes remain shut, fear washing over you.

“y’r sooo fuckin’ nasty, huh,” geto comments, and your brows furrow as you stare at the creepy face behind the mask. he chuckles, and you follow his gaze down—oh fuck. you wish your body wasn’t reacting on its own! you’re grinding your hips against his knee placed between your thighs, your rhythm so subtle you didn’t even realize.

“let’s test how nasty you really get.”

those were the last words that echoed in your head as he had you behind the counter, knees grinding against the freezing floor, your jaw aching from the relentless thrusts. his thick cock slammed into your mouth with brutal force—so deep that you swore you could feel him in your chest, the bulge in your throat visible as he used you mercilessly. both of his hands gripped your head with brutal force, his long fingers tangling in your curly locks as he fucked your face like a filthy fucktoy. his groans, muffled by the infamous ghostface mask, sent shivers down your spine, the hollow black eyes staring soullessly at you as he threw his head back in ecstasy. the obscene sounds of wet gags and sloppy suction filled the store, the mess overwhelming—drool and spit spilled uncontrollably from your mouth, coating his shaft and dripping down your chin, soaking into the front of your work shirt.

your nose repeatedly slammed against his crotch, the rough patch of his pubes tickling against your skin, making you tear up even more. the strain in your jaw was unbearable, his fat cock stretching you wide, each thrust so forceful you thought your jaw might snap. but you kept your grip on his jeans, fingers digging into the fabric as your throat was pounded raw. his heavy black boot was wedged between your legs, you couldn’t stop grinding on him. each roll of your hips against his boot sent delicious friction through your core, and you were drenched, your panties soaked through your pants, sticking to your swollen folds. the slick sounds of your cunt rubbing against his boot mixed with the wet slurps coming from your mouth, each grind making you moan pathetically around his cock.

geto’s head dropped down to watch, eyes behind the hollow mask taking in the sight of you—a filthy, drooling mess on your knees with his cock buried so deep down your throat that a bulge swelled in your neck. drool poured from your lips in thick strings, and your hips moved desperately against his foot, grinding on him like you couldn’t help yourself. but he didn’t let you keep going. his movements stopped abruptly, and with a harsh yank, he pulled your head back off his cock, making you gag and cough, gasping for air. the sound of your desperate choking echoed through the store as strings of spit connected your swollen lips to his twitching tip, your eyes wide with lust and tears. the sight of you, completely ruined in your leggings, face soaked and pussy grinding against his boot, only made him harder, his cock throbbing in front of your face.

“you jus’ can’t help it, can you?” geto growls, his voice thick with cruel amusement as he grinds his boot harder into your cunt, your soaked panties doing nothing to dull the friction. the pressure sends jolts of filthy pleasure up your spine, making you cry out pathetically, your body writhing against him. his grin stretches behind the ghostface mask, those empty black eyes staring down at you, drinking in your desperation.

in a single, brutal motion, he rips you off the ground and slams you onto the counter, CDs clattering to the floor around you. your legs fly up, bent and spread wide, exposing you to him completely. his eyes rake over your body like you’re nothing more than prey. with a harsh tug, he rips your pants off, tossing them carelessly behind him. the moment his gaze lands on the soaked crotch of your panties, your clit twitches in response, your cunt clenching involuntarily, knowing what’s about to come. the fabric is practically see through now, drenched in fear and filthy arousal, and it only makes his smirk widen behind the mask.

your eyes are glossy, chest heaving as your legs stay bent up, thighs trembling with anticipation. you should be terrified, and you are—but the heat pulsing through your core is undeniable. the sight of him towering over you with that eerie mask, black eyes hollow and unfeeling, does something sick to you.

without warning, geto pulls a another knife from behind him, the blade gleaming dangerously in the store light. you gulp hard, a whimper escaping your lips as he waves it inches from your face, the cold steel sending a wave of fear coursing through you, but it only makes your cunt throb harder.

“don’t move,” he whispers darkly, dragging the tip of the knife down your neck, making your skin break out in goosebumps. the blade hovers over your chest, your nipples hardening as he traces your curves. he presses just enough to remind you of its sharpness, enough to let you know he could cut deep at any second. the threat lingers in the air, the thrill of it making your thighs tremble.

he doesn’t hesitate when he reaches your shirt. with a quick flick of his wrist, you hear the rippppp of fabric as the blade slices your work button-up clean open, exposing your bare chest. the sharpness of the knife cutting through the material like paper sends a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine.

“cheap shit,” he sneers, but the way your nipples perk in the cool air has his cock straining even harder. his hand moves lower, the tip of the blade dragging dangerously over your trembling stomach, inching closer and closer to your cunt.

you gasp when he finally reaches your panties, the cold metal resting against the swollen lips of your pussy. “y’know. . .” he trails off, voice thick with lust as he presses the flat of the blade against your clothed clit, the cold, sharp edge making you jerk involuntarily. “never had someone so . . .desperate in their final moments.”

it’s humiliating how your clit twitches at the contact, how your cunt clenches around nothing, soaked and aching for him. he notices, of course, the way your hips twitch toward the blade, and the wetness that’s already beginning to drip down your thighs.

“fuckin’ embarrassing,” he mutters, but his voice is laced with something darker—he’s getting off on this, on how soaked you are for him. the knife slides lower, grazing your inner thigh, just shy of cutting you, the scrape of the blade against your skin sending shivers through your body. you can feel your pulse in your clit, each drag of the cold steel only making you wetter, more desperate.

“this turning you on, baby?” he asks, his voice low and mocking. you can’t even respond, too lost in the filthy heat coursing through you.

with a quick flick of his wrist, the knife slices through your panties, the sharp blade cold against your slick folds. you gasp, your pussy finally exposed, clit twitching as the cool air hits your drenched core. the knife grazes your swollen lips, barely a whisper of pressure, but it’s enough to make you moan, your cunt clenching desperately.

he hums in approval, staring down at your glistening pussy, the wetness dripping from your folds, thighs trembling as you lie there helplessly. geto’s exposed cock twitches painfully at the sight, his eyes narrowing behind the mask as he drinks in how ruined you already are.

“fuckkk,” he mumbles, voice thick with lust. he lets the knife trail up, dragging it over your clit just enough to make you gasp, the cold edge sending waves of agonizing pleasure through you.

you’re fighting the urge to touch yourself, legs trembling with need, but he’s dragging it out, watching you suffer, savoring every filthy, desperate moan that spills from your lips. your cunt clenches again, dripping, aching for more, but all he does is graze the blade over your sensitive skin, keeping you on the edge, waiting for him to finally take what’s his.

without a second thought, geto rips off the ghostface mask, revealing his face in all its sinful glory. his long black hair cascades down his back, a few loose strands framing his face just right, giving him that perfect, messy look. your heart nearly stops at the sight—those silver piercings in his lower lip glint under the lights of the CD store. fuck. your breath catches as you realize just how devastatingly hot he is, a man who could ruin you in every sense of the word.

“f-fuck, mr. ghostface. . .you’re so fucking hot,” you moan, your cunt clenching involuntarily at the sight of him. he smirks, catching your reaction instantly, bringing the blade right back to your dripping cunt, but now it’s different—now you can see every twitch of that gorgeous smirk, every glint in his wicked eyes. nothing is processing in your mind at this point. you’re too far gone, body shaking as he holds all the power over you. he could do anything right now, and you’d let him.

geto leans in, inhaling deeply, letting your scent drive him mad before diving headfirst between your thighs. his lips find your cunt with no warning, devouring you like a fucking beast. his tongue plunges into your soaked hole with reckless abandon, the wet, obscene sounds echoing through the empty store. your back arches violently against the counter, the cold glass windows around the store only barrier between you and the outside world. if anyone walked by and caught sight of this—fuck, you’d be fired in an instant. but the thrill of that thought only makes the heat in your core burn hotter.

your body reacts before your mind can catch up, hands flying to tangle in his thick, soft hair, yanking him closer. he groans deep, the sound vibrating through your clit as you pull his head in tighter. mr. ghostface loves his hair being pulled—check! you think, feeling the way his body reacts to your grip, only making him devour you more ruthlessly.

his nose nudges your clit, adding to the torment as his tongue relentlessly works your insides, the metal ball of his tongue piercing sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. it’s so nasty, so fucking loud as he slurps up your juices, the slick sound echoing around the store. you can’t believe your body is making this much of a mess, slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the counter beneath you. you’re losing it, completely undone by how he’s devouring you.

geto’s tongue is merciless, and just when you think it can’t get any better, he brings two thick fingers to your entrance, thrusting them in deep. the stretch makes your head spin, his digits spreading you open wide as his tongue continues to work your cunt. he groans low in his throat, the vibrations sending another wave of ecstasy through your core. the sensation of his tongue, his piercing, and his fingers all working together has you seeing stars, your walls clenching around him uncontrollably.

“fuck, look at you,” he growls against your cunt, his voice muffled but still dripping with arrogance as his fingers curl inside you, finding your sweet spot instantly. your eyes roll back, legs shaking uncontrollably as the tension in your belly coils tighter. your grip on his head tightens, forcing him further into you, needing more, more of that perfect, filthy mouth. his lips close around your swollen clit, biting at it just enough to drive you insane, while his fingers pound into you relentlessly.

you catch a glimpse of his face between your thighs, his half-lidded eyes fluttering shut as a moan slips past his pierced lips, his tongue flicking out to lick your slick from the corner of his mouth like he can’t get enough. he’s completely lost in you, ruthlessly making out with your cunt, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. the sight alone nearly pushes you over the edge, your body trembling violently as you feel your orgasm building, heat burning in your stomach, your cunt clenching around his thick fingers.

“listen to how talkative she is,” geto sneers, a wicked smirk stretching across his face. without hesitation, his free hand grabs the store’s telephone, fingers working quickly to connect it to the intercom. before you can process what he’s doing, he presses the microphone right up against your drenched, sloppy cunt.

your eyes go wide in horror as the filthy, wet sloshing of your pussy echoes through the entire store. the slick, obscene sounds of your cunt squelching and dripping around his thick fingers fill the air, amplified by the speakers. every thrust makes it squirt, the embarrassing symphony of your slick coating his fingers making your stomach drop with humiliation. you’re completely exposed, the sound of your body’s desperate reactions bouncing off the store walls, reminding you just how nasty this is.

the wet slaps, the relentless gushing of your cunt, and the squelching noises leave you utterly mortified. It’s so loud, so filthy that if anyone were to walk by, they’d hear everything—and know exactly what a mess you’re making for him. every slick, nasty sound screams your shame, broadcasting to the entire store that you’re getting off to a literal serial killer!

“look at you,” geto chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with arrogance. “so fucking nasty for me. all this for a killer? huh? you like knowing what a filthy slut you are?”

geto throws the telephone, letting it dangle by the cord, before roughly flipping you onto your stomach. your feet barely touch the ground as your chest presses into the counter- bent over, giving you a full view of the empty store. his eyes darken as he takes in your position, biting his lip at the sight of your ass wiggling back, grinding against his hard cock. you can’t help but plead, your voice breathy and desperate.

“please, mr. ghostface, you’ve been sucha tease,” you whine, turning your head to watch him as he toys with his lip piercing, eyes fixed on you like he’s weighing his options. before you can beg again, he makes his choice—sliding his fat, mushroom tip past your dripping entrance. the stretch of his tip slightly burning but- oh it felt so good. your body jerks forward with the slow, agonizing thrust, his thick crownhead teasing innn and outttt of your needy, aching walls. you cry out, wanting—no, needing—more.

desperation overtakes you, and you try to fuck yourself back onto him, but his hand comes down hard, swatting your ass. the sharp sting only makes your pussy clench harder, and you hear him tut in disbelief at how filthy you’ve become for him. “unbelievable how you’re this horny,” he sneers, gripping your hips tighter as if to hold you still.

“if you’re a virgin, just say—ahh,” you taunt- gasping loudly when his fingers wrap around the back of your neck, his grip firm as he pulls you flush against his broad chest. his thick tip remains lodged inside your cunt, teasing you with how little he’s giving, yet how desperately you crave more.

he leans in close, his breath hot on your ear. “i’d love to stay and prove your point,” he purrs, eyes flicking to the front of the store, where the bright blue and red lights of approaching police cars flash in the distance. your mind is too foggy, too consumed with lust to understand what he’s hinting at. “but baby, your little coworker—the one you never bat your pretty lashes at,” he continues, his tone darkening as his grip tightens around your neck, turning your head toward the ‘employee’s only’ door.

that’s when you see it—the large, dark puddle of blood seeping from under the door, your coworker’s lifeless body hidden from view.

“i-i don’t care, i wan’ you,” you plead, tears stinging your eyes as your walls grip his girthy tip, trying to coax more from him. geto chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he turns your head back toward the front of the store, where the police cars are getting closer. his hand slips away from your neck, leaving you trembling as he cruelly pulls his cock from your addicting cunt, leaving you empty and desperate as he swiftly tucked it back in his pants.

tears spill from your eyes as you feel him slipping away, denying you what you need. “he’s the one that ruined our fun,” geto says, his voice soft but menacing. “and sadly…” his words trail off, and you freeze as you feel the cold tip of a sharp blade pressing against your neck. you gulp hard, heart pounding as the reality of the situation sets in.

“’m really sorry, baby, but i can’t have you snitching to the police, can i?” he whispers, and with a swift motion, the blade slices cleanly across your throat. blood trickles down in a warm line, your breath catching in your chest as your body collapses to the floor. the cold tiles beneath you feel distant as your vision blurs, the last thing you see is geto standing above you, pouting as he watches the life drain from your body.

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plussizeficchick · 4 months ago

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Am I Living an Illusion? | Suguru/Kenjaku x Chubby! Reader

Summary; You’re not so sure your boyfriend is who he says he is anymore.

Warnings; smut (cunnilingus, P in V) imposter! au? cockwarming (mentioned) (loosely based on the song “runaway runaway” by Mars Argo)

Something was wrong.

Very wrong.

You tried to ignore it at first. The way he didn’t have that slight limp in his walk. How he started adding cream to his coffee instead of just black. The way he suddenly started treating you.

Suguru had always been a frigid lover. He never allowed you to get too close. In fact, you often wondered if you were even in a relationship in the first place. He never held your hand, hardly cuddled with you, and talking to him was like pulling teeth. The only shred of adoration he showed you was when his hands grabbed at the fat of your thighs to fuck into you.

That’s why you know whatever is in front of you, is not your Suguru.

Because your Suguru would never hold you the way this one does, like you’re his reason for breathing, like you’re a goddess among men and he’s trying to keep you for himself. He would never talk to you like this one does, voice so soft and gentle, almost like a whisper. He would never look at you like this one, like you hung the Sun, Moon and all the stars.

And he especially wouldn't plan an elaborate dinner for Valentine's Day.

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“I just want to spoil you, sweetheart. I feel we’ve grown apart these last few weeks.” He murmurs in your ear. You’d been trying to come to terms with your feelings for whatever is inhabiting your boyfriend, thus causing a bit of separation.

Anytime you both were in the same room, you made an excuse to leave. It was a bit immature, sure, but you didn’t know how to cope with what you were feeling. Something clearly wasn’t right with your boyfriend, but he was also beginning to act exactly how you’ve been wanting. You weren’t sure what to do, however, after mentioning in passing how much you wanted to participate in the holiday, you didn’t really have much of an excuse to get out of this.

“I- I don’t know, Sugu. It’s been a while.” You deflect. “Didn’t you say you’ve always wanted to do something on this day? I know I’ve been dismissive before, but I want to make up for that now.” He turns you to face him, thumb caressing the softness of your cheek. It’s moments like this that remind you he’s not who he used to be, that he’s something entirely different.

“Suguru” on the other hand was struggling to hold himself back from just wiping everything off the table taking you right there.

How? How did his host go this long without fucking you?

If it was up to him, you’d never leave his cock, reduced to nothing but a cock-drunk cumdump that warms his dick.

Not to say that was a bad thing. He just wants to ravish you, run his tongue along your curves and grip your supple flesh. Sink his teeth into your pouty lips and just take everything you have to offer.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his stare, the intensity in which he’s looking at you causing wetness to pool in your panties. “Well, yes. But I just think-” He shushes your thoughts by pressing a brief peck to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah,” He tuts, moving to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry and putting the delicacy to your lips. “No thinking today, just… feeling.” He says and if you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your clit pulses at his words, so you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Without breaking eye contact, you lean down slightly and take a bite of delicious fruit in his hand. “Suguru” feels his cock twitch at the sight of the red juice dripping down your chin. He can’t help himself when he reaches out to wipe the juice, sucking the same finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of you.

And you can’t help yourself when you finally reach out and press a searing kiss to his lips, the taste of the strawberry and each other dancing on each of your tongues.

He pulls you into his lap without breaking the kiss, hands immediately finding purchase on your soft waist. He groans at the feel of you grinding down on his clothed cock, desperate for some sort of friction.

He takes pity on you and lifts you up with ease, the action causing you to squeal in surprise, arms wrapping around his neck to anchor yourself. “Do you really think I’d let you get hurt, sweet thing?” He asks earnestly, an almost hurt expression on his face. But it’s quickly wiped away as his hands run up and down your body. “With me around, you’ll never be hurt again.” It was said with such finality that you had no choice but to believe him.

He carries you to your shared bedroom, once cold now full of love. He carefully lays you on your silk sheets, taking his time to undress you, almost like a present for himself.

“Suguru” can hardly contain his appreciation for the sight before him. You were quite literally everything he was looking for in a partner, and he couldn’t believe his luck when he picked a host that had exactly what he needed.

With that thought in mind, he rids himself of his clothes, eager to make a mess of you. “You’re so pretty, baby. You look so good laid out for me like this.” He sighs, running his hands up and down your thighs. You try to squeeze them tight to prevent him from catching sight of your wetness but it’s fruitless; he can practically taste you on his tongue.

He manages to pry your legs apart, the sight of your sticky folds enough to make a grown man weep. He doesn’t hold himself back anymore, immediately diving into your soaked cunt.

You gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue laving over the bundle of nerves as you grind into his face. “That’s it, baby. Use me. Use me to get off, you deserve it.” And you know what? You fucking do.

So you do as he says, pressing his face further into your pussy as you get off on his mouth. He’s moaning into you, hands grabbing at whatever he can as you whine and gasp at the overwhelming feeling.

It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming, cunt spasming around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you through your orgasm, your body twitching at the intensity of it.

He presses one final kiss to your clit before pulling away slightly, hands rubbing comforting circles into your skin. He leans up to your face, pressing a deep kiss to your lips before pulling away to look at the softness in your eyes.

“Ready for more?” He asks, pressing sweet pecks to your chubby cheeks. You’re coherent enough to nod in the affirmative, and that’s all “Suguru” needs to get to work, running his hard dick through your soaked folds to lube himself up.

The glide into your cunt is easy, the head of his cock nearly nudging your cervix with every thrust.

He’s beating your poor pussy up, dick slamming into your g-spot and he’s not faring any better. Your moans and the squelch of your pussy is music to his ears, and the way your cunt clenches every time he makes a particularly deep thrust has a shiver running down his spine.

As he nears his orgasm, he realizes he has to feel you cum on his cock. It’s a must.

He reaches up and pinches each of your nipples, licking into your mouth when you open it to moan for him. “Cum for me. Cum on my fucking cock.” He demands, slamming into you in quick succession. All it takes is one, two, three more thrusts and you're spilling all over his cock, drenching him in your release. It’s not long before he’s right behind you, holding you flush against him as he spills his seed deep in your womb.

You’re panting against each other, holding each other as you catch your breaths. It’s a few minutes before “Suguru” pulls away and leaves the room and you’re worried things will go back to the way they were before. But then he comes back with a wet cloth, a bowl of the chocolate strawberries and a bottle of water. He hands you the fruit and water, before running the wet towel through your soaked folds, careful of your sensitivity.

Once he’s finished he tosses the towel onto his nightstand to be dealt with later, then pulling you flush against him as he feeds you more of the strawberries. You sigh in content as you let yourself be cared for.

Once you’ve finished the fruit and drank a good portion of the water, “Suguru” hugs you close to him once again, your back against his front, as he rubs his hand over your plump tummy. You think about this. About the intimacy he provides, the safety you feel with him.

“I know you’re not what you once were Suguru,” You start, and you feel him stiffen behind you. You place your hand over his, intertwining your fingers. “But I don’t care.”

He breathes out.

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merakidoll · 4 months ago

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pervy!geto. readers 24 - geto’s 40

geto thought that it would be an amazing idea for his best friends daughter to live with him for the summer to see the world that is greece. it offered so much beautiful scenery, foods, and the smooth music that made anyone want to either relax or sway on the dance floor. geto was very excited for this - not because he found the girl attractive, which maybe he did - but he knew better. but; because it could get a little lonely in the big beautiful house that he had built for himself. he couldn’t deny that he hadn’t found any women that could make his dick rise - well except for his best friends daughter.

“i’m going out mister geto!” your sweet voice screamed before the sound of the door closing echoed out. he took a deep breath, before throwing your clothes into the washer that was filled with the washing liquid. it was going well until a stubborn pair of lace panties, wouldn’t budge and needed to be picked up. geto would call it fate to ease the perv that lived within him. when he would accidentally walk into your room and see your bathroom door cracked, your naked curvy body damp and full with soap suds while you sung to your music - it was fate.

or when you were just a little to loud one night rubbing your clit, with your room door cracked open for his wandering eyes - god it was fate. so when your underwear wouldn’t budge and he somehow - someway; found the pretty fabric against his face, inhealing your sweet scent and licking to just get a small taste. it was fate.

geto was a very smart man, but he felt so dumb. smell drunk if you will, while he squeezed his cock and licked at your panties. his ball scrunching and tip leaking and in that moment all he could do was shut his eyes moaning your name, and letting his thick load out onto yours - i mean your load of clothes. usually geto would have guilt after all of his actions that he would call fate. he would remember how young you were compared to him- so innocent, his best friends daughter.

but not this time. especially not with the way he could hear your soft whimpers as you peeked through the crack of the laundry room door. no this time, fate had brung you right into his arms.

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lxnarphase · 5 months ago

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PRETTY BITCHES LOVE ME ᯓ★

━━ ❝ SHE A BADDIE, SHE SHOWIN' HER PANTY! ❞ wc. 3.7k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru is just as big of a show off as gojo, he's just more subtle about it. and he wants everyone in this damn club to know that you're his.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x g. suguru, suggestive content, alcohol mention, exhibitionism, voyeurism (?), fingerfucking, public fingering, little bit of breeding kink and talks of knocking you up, lots of kissing, suguru really loves his girl, suguru can’t keep his hands to himself

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's note : suguru is just a slut for you i don't know what else to tell you. he's just as much as a mischievous little shit as gojo ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎ (also yes nonblack readers can read and reblog too, idk why some anons try to gatekeep)

suguru's so touchy with you, it's sweet.

he can't keep his hands off of you whenever you go out. the poor man feels like he might just die if he's not having some sort of physical contact with you the majority of the day.

it could be the grocery store on a late night snack run in matching pajama bottoms or like now, a long night at the club for some celebration.

neither one of you remembers what or who the part is for, the alcohol in your systems causing you to focus on one another. the rest of your group is busy on the dance floor or bar, leaving you and suguru to cuddle up to each other in the VIP area like the lovesick idiots the two of you are.

your sitting across his lap, one hand in his hair and the other holding his shoulder, rubbing random shapes and patterns into the fabric of his shirt. it's so unfair, he just smells so fucking good and looks so damn handsome. you genuinely can't look at anything but him.

and he loves it so damn much.

"s'guruuu," you coo at him, nose smooshed against his cheek. if you could, you'd get even closer to him, but this would have to suffice for now. "you're so handsome tonight..."

the corners of his mouth tilt up into a smug smirk as he chuckles, his hand sliding from your knee to your upper thigh, stroking the exposed skin. you're so soft, could you really blame him for wanting to touch you all the time? compared to you, suguru is way more sober and is just eating up all the attention you're giving him.

not just because he loves you, but that was a plus.

no, it's because people are watching.

his sharp purple eyes flicker up, meeting with the group of girls outside of the VIP area that keep looking his direction.

their eyes are filled with interest and want when they look at him, and he can't help but chuckle to himself.

suguru knows he's attractive. hell, he's reminded of it every morning by the way you shower him in kisses and praises as part of your morning routine, making sure he knows just how much you love him and his 'stupidly pretty face,' as you so elegantly put it.

but what makes him laugh is how they look at you with disdain and confusion, as if they can't understand why you're in his lap instead of them.

it's disgusting, really, for them to even have the slightest thought that they could replace you. they must be lying to themselves, he thinks as your lips start to press kisses against his cheek, the soft curls and coils of your hair tickling his cheek.

you're just so cute, so adorable, so gorgeous, so beautiful. you're his pretty little angel, and seeing women jealous of you just fills him with so much pride, knowing you have other women jealous of you.

if only they knew how badly you have him wrapped around your little finger. if you so much as asked, suguru wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of someone for you, wouldn't hesitate to kill for you...but thankfully, it never got to that point.

yet.

"hmm, you think i'm handsome?" he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he nips your ear. "nah, you look so damn gorgeous, angel. you're stealing the spotlight from me t'night."

his fingers trace circles into your thigh, enjoying your little giggles and complaints of it tickling. it only makes him do it more, your laughs and giggles making his heart squeeze a little bit.

fuck, suguru really loves how your skin feels under his fingertips, soft and smooth. it's all he thinks about. he wants to touch you forever, wants to feel you every second of the day. you are just so warm and soft, nothing would ever compare to the feel of your skin.

pulling away from your ear, he sees that those girls are still there, looking at you and him. the smirk on his face falters a bit, and his gaze hardens.

man, he really doesn't like how they're looking at you.

it's so easy for him to tell they have no cursed energy, just mere humans that could never even hope to be on the same level as you. it would be so fucking easy to just...snap his fingers and have them gone in an instant.

you steal his attention away from them and the dark thoughts swirling in his head by tilting his head your way, and instantly, his gaze softens.

jesus, the things you do to this man.

"sugu? what's wrong, honey," you mumble, worry etched into your features. you cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks to get him to calm down. "you don't look happy..."

the feel of your hands on his face, paired with the sweet concern in your voice, it washes away all irritation in him instantly. suguru hums, his eyes sliding shut. and the soft look in your eyes...he's so whipped for you, it's sickening.

you're so warm...

"no, baby, nothing's wrong," he reassures you, his smooth voice a low rumble. if he could, he'd be purring incredibly loudly right now, nuzzling into your palms. just your touch is enough to make him melt.

"'m just thinkin' how lucky I am, havin' you all to myself like this. the prettiest girl in the world, and she's sitting in my lap...who knew i'd make it this far in life, hm?"

the low, purple lights of the club cast a soft glow on your face as your fluffy hair frames your face, and suguru sighs, looking at you like you were his everything. you are his everything.

a quick glance to the side and suguru takes note that those girls are still fucking there, looking at you both. instead of getting irritated again, suguru gets an idea.

with a smirk, his hand slides up further your thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of that pretty purple dress he bought you that contrasts against the dark color of your skin...so pretty.

"mm, babygirl, just looking at you is making me dizzy," suguru purrs, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "you know i love you right? an' that all i wanna do is show you off s' everyone knows how pretty you are, right?"

you know better.

you know better than to trust him when he starts making comments like this, when he starts cooing and praising you out of nowhere.

because you know that it means suguru is up to no damn good.

you still haven't forgiven him for making you squirt on his fingers while he was on the phone with nanami...even though it was kind of cute how nanami couldn't look you in the eye without blushing for about two weeks.

"mhm...i know, sugu, you're a little show off that likes to get us in trouble," you playfully scold, tugging his hair a little as you giggle, looking at him with a soft gaze.

suguru's head tilts back, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a soft grunt leaving him. he's always been a sucker for you pulling on his hair like that, likes when you tug him around to make a point...shit, he's getting hard just from thinking of all the times you'd use his hair to get his attention or make him focus on something.

and it doesn't take long for you to discover his thoughts are going south.

with an exasperated gasp, you feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your ass, letting out a little scold of his name. his grip on you tightens when you shift to confirm your suspicions. his head leans to rest in the crook of your neck, a silent plea for more of your affection.

"but you like it when I show off," suguru teases back, pressing a kiss against your neck as your curls tickle his face again. even your hair was soft, it's like he's got his own little pillow pet in his lap. the thought makes him chuckle, knowing you'd probably swat at him playfully for comparing you to a plushy

"you get all worked up, it's so cute, angel...plus, i think y'like it when i cause trouble." his hand swaps thighs and creeps up higher under your dress, his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. he's playing a risky game. at any moment, someone could catch him and get you both kicked and banned from the club.

but where's the fun in life without taking risks?

"c'mooon, admit it, baby, you like it."

one glance up back into the crowd and suguru hums, his eyes glinting dangerously. still there, it seems.

they aren't staring as hard now, but looks of disbelief cross their face when his hand shamelessly goes right to the apex of your thighs, fingers running over the lace of your panties. suguru doesn't care anymore, if they wanna look so bad, he'll give them something to stare at.

"s-suguru...you're, mnh, gettin' close there..."

he doesn't give you a response, his hand sliding from your back up to your hair to keep your head in the crook of his neck. he may be fine with showing out a little bit to these bitches who tired to glare daggers into you, but no one except him gets to see your face.

the way your lashes flutter, the way your teeth dig into the plushness of your bottom lip...it's driving him crazy.

the faint scent of your perfume hits his nose, and he's gone. his cock is pressing against your ass in full hardness, and he has to stop himself from grinding up into you.

nah, right now, this is about you.

he's going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, going to make sure you know that you are his in every way that counts.

without wasting another moment, suguru's fingers slip under your panties, pausing when they touch the faint wetness gathering at your slit.

"fuck...baby, don't tell me you've been like this the whole night," he rasps, his breathing slowly starting to pick up. your soft cunt is hot to the touch, sticky and wet as he drags his fingers through your slick.

"i can't help it, you just...look, really good t'night, baby," you huff into his ear, gasping a moan when he doesn't hesitate to slip a finger into your slick hole.

he really does look good tonight, dressed in those black dress pants, sleek dress shoes, and that stupidly hot black button-up shirt. and he has the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone so that you can get a nice view of that necklace with your name on it resting on his collarbone.

how can you not get soaking wet?

"shit." he's groaning, the sensation of you nuzzling your face into his neck to press little open-mouthed kisses into all the sensitive spots of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. it's so sweet and precious how you try your hardest not to make too much noise and not move too much as he stirs up your cunt with just one of his fingers.

he wishes you both were back at home, wishes that he had you spread open on the bed so that he can see how wet he's got you just from his attire, so that he can hear your pussy squelch around his fingers. not even the strongest in the world would be able to pull him from your pussy whenever you get this wet.

the thought of gojo trying to pull him away from you makes him cringe a bit...because he knows damn well that idiot would be shoving his face deeper into your cunt, grinning as he practically makes suguru drown in you.

on second thought, that's not a bad way to go....

another tug to his hair as him unintentionally groaning, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pang of pleasured pain that shoots up his spine. his attention is back on you, his face close to yours as he breathes against your ear.

if you want his attention, then he'll give you all of it with no hesitation.

"suguruu, more...please," you finally whine, the slow movement not enough for you. it's almost torture; the slow in and out motions of his finger making you feel good but not good enough. no, you need more, craved it.

"yeah? you gonna be a good girl f' your suguru and let him take care of this needy lil' pussy? hm?" one finger turns into two, and that familiar heat pools in your lower abdomen. now it's feeling so fucking good that you already know his fingers are gonna be coated in your juices.

this should be embarrassing, it really should. you both are in a club for fucksake! but you can't find it in you to care about it, his thick digits working your cunt so good that your brain is just melting.

one of your hands grips his button-up, fisting in the fabric to ground yourself from the pleasure. "m-mhm! I'll be good, I'll be s' good for you, sugu, promise!" suguru is becoming relentless, determined to make you crack and stop hiding those pretty sounds from him when he takes note of how you go right back to biting your lip after giving him that sweet, needy response.

however, he loves seeing your lips all swollen, knowing they were like that because he made you feel so good you had to force yourself to be quiet.

"sweetheart, don' hide it, lemme hear you, 's just you and me," he whispers to you, his other hand burying itself in your curls and giving a little tug. he knows it's not just the both of you, but right now, in this moment, it's all that exists for him.

the harsh pull of your hair has your lips brushing against his ear and choking on a moan, unable to keep it in. "thaaaat's it, let me hear how good it feels t' have these fingers buried deep inside this tight cunt."

you hate this, hate when he talks because it only makes you wetter. and that means he's gonna talk even more, and you're always right because he's cooing at how much slick is pouring out of you now, asking if it's because of his voice or his fingers.

suguru's so fucking annoying, such an asshole, but you can't help but let him get away with it when it means he makes your eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

you let him get away with way too much, don't you?

the song playing now is so loud, the bass making the ground vibrate. but suguru doesn't care, he's just thankful it's loud enough to cover that fucking beautiful moan you give him when he curls his fingers juuuust right.

"oooh, there? did i find it? fuck, baby, y'got so tight jus' from that."

your desperate nod of confirmation is all he needs before he speeds up his fingers, groaning when he can finally hear the wet schlicks of his hand coaxing more slick out of you.

one more glance up and suguru can't help but grin. the girls are gone, now mixed up in the crowd likely red and hot in the face.

seems like his impromptu little show finally got the message across: he is yours and yours only.

knowing he no longer had to show off, he's focusing on you, on you and that tight, needy little slit between your legs that's dripping down his wrist. it should be a crime for someone to be this wet, in public no less.

"c'mon, angel, don' hold back on me anymore, lemme know how it feels. wanna know 'm treating this gorgeous pussy good."

you let out the prettiest moan, breath hot against his ear. suguru coos, his hand not between your legs holding your neck to keep your head in the crook of his neck. “mhg, suguru, love it s' much, g-god, your fingers feel s'good, 's not fair.”

you can't stop yourself from trying to spread your legs more, giving him a bit better access. you know you can't open them too much ot someone might see.

but...would that be so bad? for people to see how suguru could make you fall apart so seamlessly?

if only you knew that's exactly what was running through his head right now. he's positive at least one person has caught on to what's happening, the repeating motions of his hand between your legs such a dead giveaway.

it thrills him, his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought. shit, he's learning things about himself he didn't know before...he might have to do this to you more often.

he leans in closer, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "y'gonna cum for me right here in this club, aren't you, babygirl? gonna show me how much you love my fingers playing with this slutty lil' pussy, right?"

he gets a sweet little 'yes, sugu' and he purrs your name, the mixture of your moans, the music, and the just barely audible sounds of your slickness being stirred by his thick fingers, making him feel drunk.

you're shaking in his lap, holding on for dear life as he makes it a point to curl his fingers with each thrust, not giving you a break anymore. you're spiraling, feeling the tremors of your impending orgasm building, your hot, gummy walls fluttering around his stupidly thick digits. you're praying silently between each pant and gasp, desperately hoping he doesn't make you squirt, not now, not when so many people are around—!

"c'mon, baby, c'mon," suguru encourages, his fingers picking up their pace. you're so close, he knows it, he knows because he can feel it coming. the way you fist his shirt, the way your hips are trying to hard to not rise up to meet his hand, knowing it would make it so obvious what's happening.

but suguru, oh, he stopped caring so fucking long ago. he just wants to feel you soak his fingers, wants to hear your muted little moan of his name when you finally cum. he just wants to make sure you know you're his.

"b-baby, suguru, shit, i'm gonna cum—!"

"yeah? that's it, baby, let got f'me, you can do it," he urges and coos, his voice bordering on needy and desperate, just like you. he's panting into your ear, whispering little praises as he listens to you pitifully try to keep your gasps and moans down. you're such a mess, it's so cute, you're so adorable, god, he loves you so bad.

your thick thighs are quivering and trembling as you teeter on the brink of release. you know it's going to be a mess, but you try, you try so hard to keep it in.

suguru notices—how could he not—and he's not having it, slipping a third finger inside your messy little cunt, curling deep inside right against that sweet spot, and that knot wound so tight inside you finally snaps.

"s-suguuuu, 'm cummin'—!"

he's reveling in how your hot, gummy walls squeeze and spasm all over his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as you cry and sob his name into his ear, tears caught on your eyelashes from how good it feels. he wishes he could look at you, wanting to drink up your expressions, but no, he'd be risking someone else seeing how pretty you are when you cum.

"yessss, good girl, good fuckin' girl, gimme everything, babygirl."

your cries of release are so damn sweet to his ears, and he continues to work you through it, ensuring your orgasm is as prolonged and intense as possible. if you were home, he wouldn't care about stopping or overstimulating, but he has to remind himself to stay calm and not go too hard.

if he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from fucking you on this couch in the middle of the VIP section in front of all these people.

once suguru feels you go slack in his arms and your hand weakly slap against his chest, he slows his hand, his own breaths heavy with the arousal and need you stirred in him...did you have any idea how sexy you were? if he wasn't as controlled as he was, he's positive he would've cum in his pants.

pulling his fingers out slowly, suguru's quick to pop them into his mouth, sucking off your juices like it would be the last time he'd ever get a last. fuck, you soaked his hand...he doesn't care how obvious he makes it when he licks at his palm and wrist to not miss a drop.

"hhmph, s-suguru, you—"

"i need you, right now. can i take you home?"

of course, he has to ask. he knows how long it took you to get ready, to look so fucking perfect. but right now, he doesn't want anyone to look at you. hell, he doesn't want anyone else but him to be near you, he'd fucking wipe out this entire club right now if you asked.

the soft touch of your hands on his face brings him back, making him melt as his eyes slide shut. you're so soft, he loves you so much, he needs to stick his cock into you while groaning those words into your ear, needs to feel his tip kiss that soft, spongy spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed, to fold you in half as he stuffs you so full, praying that his cum gets stuck deep inside you, praying that it takes and that he gets you knocked up, and that—

"take me home, sugu, please, i-i need you s' bad."

your words have him acting in an instant he presses a quick kiss to your lips, licking whatever is left of your lipgloss before helping you stand up with him, guiding you out of the club. if he stays in here for any longer, he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

"i got you, baby, don't worry, 'm gonna give you what you need. let's go, princess."

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's tags : @satoruwiki @llllllllllllloser @screampied @abcdbleh @vicfuentesfangirl @sakurapeach @ohsuguru @crywolfix @naughtygobbo @aura88967 @jeanine-gt @tananaxx @tojancy @happymangosstuff @charming-chikara @actuallynarii @ninikrumbs @inette04 @paint-eater2 @haesify @shaguro

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barbies1shots · 3 months ago

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☆- slow - rough sex, featuring GETO SUGURU, whiny geto, pathetic geto, slight feral geto, overstimulation, condescending reader, werewolf!geto x vampire!reader, implied fem reader but anyone can read, use of pretty girl, biting, riding - mating press

werewolf geto who ran most of your little errands. grabbing your clothing from the dry cleaners, picking up your shoes from the polishers, grabbing your supplied bloodbags from the bank. even with the crude way the other vampires look at him. the only thing on mind is pleasing you.

you looked at him from the corner of your eyes when he said he wanted a reward. that he deserved something since he was a good boy.

you, of course indulged in him and gave him what he wanted. a kiss. he nudged you to lay down on the couch, wanting you to be comfortable before he leaned down and kissed your lips. incredibly greedy for any affection. he pulled you impossibly closer from the waist and he moaned into the kiss. his tongue pushes into your mouth, licking everything. not even caring if it was a proper kiss now.

he whines once he trials his lips down your jaw and on your neck. he whines that he wants to finally mark you as his. that all the disgusting vampire smells were making his head hurt.

"What did you do to deserve more than a kiss, huh, pup?"

you giggled at his blunt answer, nothing but i want it. Want my pretty girl so bad. he didnt even know what he was saying. just babbling along with what his heart wants. you granted him permission, and he hurried to find the junction between your neck and your shoulder and sunk his teeth in. his canines hurting the most but he soothed it over with his rough tongue.

you let him strip you out of your clothing, helping him with the straps that his bigger fingers couldnt properly hold. see, he wasnt a virgin, no where close but your cunt makes him feel like one. the tightness, softness and warmness felt like he could come at any moment once he pushed in. with his head tilted back, he let out a groan from the back of his throat, his hold on your hips tightening so much that there will be brusies in the morning.

he leaned down to your neck, licking at the bite mark before he jerked his hips back and pushed them in. easily pressing into your g-spot and making you quiver. he reeled his hips back untill just the tip was grazing the outside muscle and snapped his hips, sending a horrid crashing wave of pleasure through your bones. yet suguru was already on the edge of tipping over, he couldnt keep his breathless moans to himself as he hid himself in your neck.

but as time grew on, his thrusts began to falter. the pleasure, for him, growing too much as he just focused on grinding into you.

"Are you struggling? Do you need my help? Its okay to cry for help, puppy,"

yet he just whined and pitifully nodded his head. he let you switch positions, your pillowy thighs caging his hips in and you lifted yourself up and sunk down onto him. this position takes him deeper, deeper into your tummy where it feels like hes in your throat.

a loud whimper escaped his lips once the back of your thighs met his hips, his chest was rising and falling incredibily. he placed his hands on your hips and you started to ride him. lifting yourself up and dropping yourself down. pressing down and grinding against him. your clit catching the dark hairs resting on his pelvis.

with every movement his thighs jerked and trembled as he struggled to keep his composure. he would gasp, his eyes fluttering shut, Damn, pretty girl, yesyes- please, just like that!-

with every movement it felt like you were riding him for his literal life. that he had to grasp onto his very soul so you couldnt fuck it out of him. your cunt felt like heaven itself, something so precious that should be taken for granted. he arched his back, feeling his canines grow with the sudden need to be even closer to you. a strong wave of possessiveness that reeled him in, a primal instinct.

every movement had him gritting his teeth as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. every movement of your slutty hips-

suddenly you were on your back, flipped over and pinned under the large mass of your werewolf lover, with him growling visicously down into your face. he didnt let you catch your breath or even ask questions before he filled you up again. the pace brutal and unfeeling as he just rutted into you like a filthy dog off the street.

he pressed his dick so deep, that there was a bulge in your tummy, the action forcing a sob to escape from your throat.

he hoisted your thighs onto his arms and he pressed down untill his head rested in your neck, and your thighs are pressed into your tummy, his lips brushing your mark as he fucked you. every rut felt like someone was taking a rock and smashing it into your lungs before purposly taking their finger and stabbing your g-spot. he fucked you and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

he growled possessivly when you ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down, he growled when you pressed your lips into the side of his neck, by his ear. he growled- no he howled when you sinked your fangs into his neck, far deeper than anything has ever gone before and he whimpered patheically as he came. the bite suprising him but feeling so good where he saw white spots scattering his vision as he came.

the pup filled you up so good and just continued to rut into your body like a mindless doll, not knowing when to stop or even how to stop. he didnt hear your distant voice crying out for him to get ahold of himself when he leaned down to bite into the opposite side of your neck. his muzzle now smered with your blood. all he felt was a blinding white pleasure and not your hands slapping at his chest and pelvis to give up.

poor puppy..:(

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 3 months ago

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Sitting on JJK Men's face

"Do you want to sit on his face?!!"

☆ Gojo, geto, nanami, Toji, Sukuna, choso, megumi, yuji, yuta.

Warning ⚠️: smut, pussy eating, face sitting, face riding.

Satoru gojo

● At first, you were scared of sitting on his face thinking you would probably crush him, but honestly, that's really what he wants for you to crush him while eats your pussy as he kitten licks your clit as you moan begging for more. He could spend hours teasing your cunt, hearing how your pretty voice babbles his name. you grind on his tongue desperately to cum on his mouth just for him to stop at times as he smirks at the heat of your pussy.

Your pussy was yearning for an orgasm from how many times gojo has teased you, not making you cum. "This pussy is so fucking prettyy~ mmhh all mine." Gojo groaned as he grips on your ass so you can stop squirming. Gojo looks up, seeing your heavy breathing as his beautiful blue eyes watching you fall apart on his tongue. "Aww what's the matter sweetheart can't take it?~" Gojo teases,but his words just turn into soft mumbles since his mouth is still caught up in your throbbing cunt on his lips as he makes out with your pussy.

"Gojo, baby please can I cum I'm so close!!~" you exclaimed as the room was filled with moans slipping from your lips. Gojo ignored your pleas as he was being crushed happily between your thighs, gojo teasing you clit with his tongue before slurping and smashing at your slick. He loves the feeling of you tugging on his white hair begging to cum as his deep groans fall between your pussy as he buries himself deeper in your warm cunt.

"You're not getting off that easy princess, you cum when I let you, but now let me enjoy this~"

Geto Suguru

● Sex with geto is amazing but you wanted to spice it up a bit you always told him you wanted to sit on his face as he eats your cunt but you thought he wouldn't want to until he agreed.

"Oh, C'mon baby, sit on my face, use it like a chair, take off your panties." Geto whispers in your ears, sending shivers running down your spine as he slowly pulls down your short skirt.

"I mean, you don't have to. I mean, I wasn't being that serious." You said flustered as he looks up to you as he kneels down your pussy.

"I'm not kidding. I want you to sit on me. I wanna taste that pussy~"

Geto tugged down your panties, leaving them on the ground next to your skirt. Geto is very precise when it comes to eating your pussy he's very soft and gentle but he always makes you feel satisfied again and again.

Geto hoisted you up as you hover over his face as he lips touched your wet pussy as you let out a moan as his head was squished between your thick plush thighs as he enjoys the taste of your bare cunt. Humming against your pussy he press kisses to your thighs as tugg on long, dark hair as smiles softly as he goes deeper in your pussy as his arms strongly holding to your hips so you can stop moving against him. You were in a trance state enjoying his lips to you clit as he sucks, and nibbles, as you scream in ecstasy as your voice breaks. His hair ticking against your thigh as you let out a hight pitched squirm moan as geto laughs into your cunt.

" My baby has the best pussy in the world, heh." Geto praises as he slurps at your juices, hads wrapped around your thighs to keep you still as he continues his assault on your pussy. Your hands run through his head as you let out another moan feeling the sensation.

"AH~ AH~! Geto it's too much I'm about cum!!" You exclaimed as geto head was still buried into your thighs as he was slurping up the juices of your cunt.

"I know,baby it's too much but you can't take it like the slut you are, yeah?" Geto lightly demanded as you grinding against his tongue.

" Yes, I can hold on a little longer, geto~baby." You pant as you squirmed against him as he chuckles lowly against your clit sending vibrations.

"Good girl~"

Nanami Kento

●Nanami was always too busy with work to even please you or worry about your needs, You always plead and beg him to let you sit on his face, but he would always dismisses it until he had enough and gave you what you wanted.

Honestly, this man wants all you weight on his face like suffocate him until he'd not breathing he would be very disappointed if you wouldn't. Nanami cups your thighs as you pull you down onto him, immediately stuffing face in your pussy, he's so so sensual about it, slowly licking your pussy tasting all the juices soaking up your clit to your entrance, he mostly definitely will male out with your clit. He's so lost in your pussy as a whole bunch of spit as he gobbles into you. As you grind down on his face but he always stops you. He told you he would be doing all the work he's more focus on pleasing you then himself.

Nanami was getting annoyed by the constant hovering as you were grinding slowly on his tongue as he slowly licked up the juices.

"Stop hovering. Do you want me to tie you up?" Nanami grunts against your pussy as you were feeling an orgasm coming up.

"Nanami I'm boutta cum, I'm so fucking close!~" you yelled out as moans were the only noise you can heat in the room.

"I know, baby I'll let you cum in a minute."

Toji fushiguro

●This man loves him some pussy after a long day all he wants is to eat you out for his please while sit on his face, making you orgasm so he could relax in between your thighs. Toji's huge hands squeeze at the flesh of your ass, dragging his tongue as grinding on his tongue as you sit on his face - thighs twitching his cock twitching in his pants. You felt toji warm breath sigh against your clit licking and slurping the juices, pulling away for your cunt making a loud 'pop' "God you're doing so well for me, baby." Toji lowly grunts as he dips between your legs again, exploring his tongue against your pussy as he swirls around your clit as you felt creaming in his mouth, as you kept squirming as your thighs were about to close but toji was way stronger than you, keeping your legs wide open as he lewdly drags and flicks your sensitive bud, he watches you with his heavy eyes seeing the way you moan in pleasure. "Shit- you're doing so well for me baby, might just get you pregnant~"

Ryomen Sukuna

● Sukuna loves it when you sit in his face like, and no, he doesn't mean 'hover' like sitting on his face like a chair, suffocating him for all he cares with your thighs. He doesn't care how heavy you are. He's literally the kings of curses, and he can handle anything. Sukuna isn't the gentle type he's the type to eat your pussy until you pass out, toes curled and everything. Sukuna's mouth on your pussy was very greedy cleaning up every inch with his eager tongue. He wasted no time dipping his tongue deep in your folds, licking them up and down as you let out a sweet moan. He absolutely hates it when you squirm. Locking his arms around your thighs. Sloppily eating your cunt, spits on it. His tongue is real deep into your walls, not wasting any drop.

He almost has you passing you out nearly making you cum. He pushes your thighs so you can stop squirming for the thousandth time. "Stop squirming woman, your making it harder for yourself, brat~."

Choso Kamo

● This poor baby was so scared when he started eating your pussy while you sat on his face. He started blushing like crazy. He ate your pussy like he was scared of hurting you, but he's surprisingly good at it he was very obsessed with your pussy. He Gave soft kisses to your clit, licking your clit to your entrance like a popsicle on a hot summer day. You told him to go faster, and once he started, oh, he's never going back.

●the way he eats your pussy like a starved man, he eats like he's in a rush, as he moans in your pussy as he whimpers against your clit all the wet spit on your pussy. "Baby, do you feel good? Am I making you feel good, babe?"

Megumi Fushiguro

● Megumi is mostly worried about your pleasure he wants to make you feel good. His head squished between your thick thighs as you grind your cunt on his tongue making his eye's roll at the pretty noises you make. "Does it feel good?" Megumi asks he continues his assault on your pussy.

●"Yeah- fuck, keep going, just like that megumi." You beg as megumi mumbles something under his breath as he buries his head into your thighs, the low tone of his voice sending vibrations to your clit as your hips twitch as your fingers run through the megumi's dark spiky hair as your whole clenched against his tongue. You teased him as you as you trail your fingers rubbing your thighs and spreading your wet folds as you moaned so lewdly as he dives right back in, megumi wanted to feel how hard his cock was as he felt the twitch almost leaking through his pants.

Megumi watched how hot you looked panting, a moaning mess, hair sticking to your foreheads of your sweat, riding on his tongue desperately wanting to cum on his tongue and taste your pretty, sweet, juices. It felt so intoxicated to him, and he felt so eager from every grind

Megumi tasted your sticky juices as he laps at your clit, his fingers tightening and squeezing your thighs so he can push his tongue even further past through your folds. All you can hear his wet squelching noises as he fucks your pussy, he was so pussy drunk he lazily looked up at you as your hips grind against his face.

"Fuck this is the best pussy I've ever eating, fuck!- I wanna make you cum." Megumi deeply grunts desire lacing through his words as his voice trembles as his tongue split through your folds slurping up the wet juiced between them and dragging his tongue to your sensitive spot.

"So goddamn pretty, I love the way you use me to make yourself feel good, baby. we don't have to stop? I wanna you to cum till you can't no more~."

Yuji itadori

● Honestly, when you told yuji that you wanted to his on his face, he was shocked and eager to pleas you and have you sit on his face. "Oh, C'mon,babe. Just let me taste you." Yuji said as on his knees below from you. You weren't too sure if this was a good idea since yuji has been constantly begging you to sit his face since you gave him the idea. "Oh, C'mon, pretty please? For me?" Ugh, fuck why does he have to be so goddamn cute. "Ok, fine." You agree as you look at you with those excited puppy dog eyes. You lowered yourself down onto his mouth. Yuji placed an iron grip to your thighs to hold you in place. "Wow! You want this more than I d- AH!" You cut yourself off as yuji sucks on your folds as you squirm in place as you moan so loudly at the pleasure of his skilled tongue, making you feel lightheaded.

"Yuji- Oh my gosh yuji slow down, please l." You pleaded, but yuji wasn't listening he was so mesmerized by your pussy as he pushed his tongue in to you deeply, leaving you shaking and whining as he squeezed your legs morning sweet nothing below to your pussy. Yuji locked eyes onto your dripping wet heat . "Yes, yes, yes, fuck my face, use me like a chair." Yuji praises as he continues devouring you. You barely stood a chance against yuji's powerful skilled tongue. Only words coming out of your were profanities and slurred words that you barely understood. Yuji was enjoying himself in every possible way, but you felt a knot through your stomach as he sucking your folds. "Oh my fuckin- y-yuji, my c-clit, ah fuck!" Your mouth fell open on a silent moan while your hand tightened his hair, you rutted against his mouth as ride out your orgasm. Yuji licked as you trying to ride your orgasm out. Finally, you came on his mouth seeing the white, sticky substance on his mouth as he wiped it off as you dropped down lying beside him as you both pant out of breath. Yuji looked at you admiring your features and every curve of your body as you both look at each other and smiled.

"I really enjoyed that, I hope that we can do it again sometime. You taste really good."

Yuta okkotsu

● At first, he was very shy and flustered about you telling him you wanted to sit on his face. He wants you to feel good, and he tries really hard. But once he started to get the hang of it he a certified pussy muncher. Your thighs were very sticky as they wrapped them around his head, rocking your hips and on his tongue. Your hands were tugging on his hair for some support and his hands holding on your side's to keep you still, while his teeth nip at your clit which made you yanked hus hair. His lips kissed every nerve snd core from your body as his tongue slipped up and down your slit tracing around your clenching hole. You were so aroused as you felt his saliva lingers on his tongue as he pushes his tongue deeper into your gummy walls: the pleasure makes you arch forward as his hot tongue wiggled around inside your sensitive spots. You can feel his cheeky smile on his face digging further to your gummy plush pussy as he tastes your cum.

Your legs started shaking when he slipped his fingers down to the side of your hips as she rocks you back and forth, and his tongue pushes even deeper. "Y-yuta, it's too much, please, no more!" You begged as your thighs pushes against his ears as your fingers pull at his dark black hair trying to push him away from your sensitive cunt. Your back arched as you try to steady yourself while yuta licks your whole and whines around your clit at the burning tug. A trail of white, sticky cum rolled on the side of his cheeks. "Yuuta!" You moaned in a lewdly tone as he finally pulls away and wiped the cum from his cheeks looking back at you with those innocent eyes as he licks his sticky fingers with a shy- sheepish smile on his face.

"You taste so good, babe, I want more."

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stnexus · 1 year ago

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18+, R RATED, NSFW, MINORS DNI

warnings: spitting, pussy slaps, spanking, clit pinching, light choking, use of the word slut , geto’s high again you guys — he’s being mean! mentions of gojo (satosugu content!)

(i promise there will be more fluffy satosugu moments coming bare with me.)

high!geto is so mean, especially when gojo isn’t around to help him toy with you.

high!geto likes to wrap his lips around one of your brown nipples, raking his teeth lightly over it as he toys with the other.

high!geto who pinches as your clit softly, laughing against you when you jolt — hips moving upwards, nipple pressing further against his tongue.

high!geto who leans down and spreads your pretty brown cunt’s puffy lips open with two fingers, spitting, and watching as it travels against your clit.

high!geto who grabs at your throat as he stands tall over you on the bed, making you look at him, fingertips pressing into the sides of your neck.

high!geto who slowly slides his free hand down your body and let’s two fingers touch at your clit — rubbing in slow, light, circles.

high!geto who pulls his fingers away when you start whining at him to give you more, faster, harder and lifting your hips to meet him.

high!geto who lands multiple harsh slaps on your drooling pussy, causing you to squeak out a startled moan.

high!geto who pinches your clit again and he dips down close to your ear, voice dark and commanding. “don’t fucking tell me what to do.”

high!geto whose hips are so fucking heavy as they swing down towards you, the mating press you’re in so deep and unforgiving.

high!geto who lands a light smack on your ass as you try to run from his strokes that kiss at your poor little cervix, tip of his cock dragging against your sweet spot with each push and pull. “stop running, you know how to take it. so…stop being a defiant slut…and fucking take it.”

high!geto is such a meanie. he knows it’s all just too much. he knows he’s driving you crazy with how deep and rough he is.

#geto jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #suguru geto #geto smut #geto suguru x black reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #satosugu x black!reader #satosugu x reader

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mtcloudsworld · 3 days ago

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𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lower case intended, short smut, +18 mdni, creampie, reverse cowgirl, p in v, black!fem intended, pet names: baby, daddy, doll,

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | suguru getou, onyankopon, ryomen sukuna, renji abarai

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | just a little sum sum ;) enjoy!! ignore any errors, thank you <3

"mmm, baby..."

"s-shit, just like that..."

"like that, daddy?"

"yeahhhh...like.. that... Just, like, that...there you fucking go." he coos, releasing a throaty grunt.

"oooh f-fuck daddy!' you wailed, bouncing up and down.

you ride him, you ride him good.

reverse cowgirl.

the perfect angle to see his glossy cum coated cock slide in and out of your tight soaking pussy.

you ride him relentlessly to the point he loses all sense of control. you had him wrapped around your finger. constantly worship you while he bit at his bottom lip, head thrown back as shameless whimpering moans emits from your lips.

he was just eager to fuck you.

eager to get his dick wet.

eager to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock.

pussy lips clenching around him, you milk him to a T, sucking every last drop till you were filled to the brim.

his creamy goodness eventually creates a sticky, warm feeling where your hips meet. as you wind your hips, you feel his tip kissing at your cervix repeatedly.

"f-fucking hell, doll." His hands roughly slap your ass once more, watching it jiggle within his veiny hold as he goes to spread your cheeks apart. he observes your shared cum rolling down the base of his shaft from your drooling cunt as you continue to go down on him.

your pace slows down, your hand placed at his defined abdomen, you lustfully gaze over your shoulder at him, bashing your lashes to give him a pleading look for more.

he notices you starting to grind steadily against him.

"feels good now don't it?" he becomes smug, taking a hold of your hips, "you love riding daddy's cock don't you baby?"

and like the obedient babygirl you were, you nodded with a gentle. "mhmm."

"mhmm, I know you do, c'mere."

his arms wrap around you securely for you to lean back in his embrace. moaning loudly, he starts to fuck you hard, deeply pounding into your cervix while kissing you sloppy.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

p.s: thank you for all the love and support <3<3

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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year ago

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put to sleep

it was the middle of the week. geto didn’t have work in the morning, but he still wanted to go to bed on time to keep his sleep schedule from getting messed up. you clearly didn’t understand that as you continued to scroll through different apps with your music on full blast through your phone. “this cute, they got my size? and doooo, im copping this fasho” you said, your back facing his chest as you added another piece of clothing to your cart, princess diana playing loudly through your phone speaker as you continued on your search.

geto let out a low groan, his low eyes shutting as he tried his best to focus on going to bed. he was almost successful too, fatigue slowly overtaking him as his lips parted to let out a yawn. “papa look!” you said, a giddy smile on your face as you turned around and shoved your bright ass screen in his face for him to look at. the shining light of your phone made geto squint, quickly pushing it out of his face and holding your small hand in his. “mama i need you to go to bed” he said, his tired voice giving you butterflies as you looked at him with a soft smile.

“but whyyy? youn got work so we can stay up. plus, m’not tired anyways” you said, pulling your hand from his grip before scrolling back through your apps. “don’t matter, still needa go t’bed on time so i’ll be able to get up for work when it’s time to go back” you groaned, rolling your eyes as you lowered your brightness and put the phone back in his face. “kay just order this first pleaseeee” geto rolled his eyes, his broad chests moving up and down as he took a deep sigh. “ina mornin” he mumbled, laying on his back as he moved his head the opposite way of you, not like that stopped you though. you just crawled your way onto his waist, straddling him as you put the phone back in his face. “you ordering it right now is all i need t’fall asleep”

the feeling of your bare pussy moving on his boxer covered print made him internally groan, his big, tattooed hands slowly moving to your ass to give it a tight squeeze. in that moment an idea popped up in his head. a lazy smirk creeping its way on his face as he stared at you with low eyes. “got sum else t’put you t’sleep”

“ride that dick baby cmon” geto groaned, his hands squeezing tight on your ass while he bounced you up and down his long dick. your knees burned, your pussy was stretched, and your brain was completely turned to mush, but you couldn’t stop. his deep voice only fueling your body more to continue bouncing. “s…so big daddy” you moaned, your acrylic nails digging into his large pecs as you felt your release begin to creep up your spine. “i know mama, but you love it tho, right? love bouncing on this big dick?” you nodded your head slowly, brown eyes crossing as you felt his tip caress your g spot. your lack of reply irritated geto, making him loudly suck his teeth before leaving three hard slaps to your ass.

“a nod ain’t a reply mama…taught you better than that” he grumbled, dick only getting harder as he listened to your pretty whines. desperate cries of “m’sorry m’sorry” and “can’t think” flew from your lips as you began to bounce a little harder. geto groaned at the sight, freeing one of his hands from the hot skin of your ass to pull the front of your shirt up to your chest. his eyes traveled from the slight bounce of your breasts to the small bulge disappearing and reappearing in your stomach. eventually stopping at the sloppy mess the two of you were making between your thick thighs. your previous orgasms mixed with your wetness causing the sticky white scene before him.

“messy little thing” he whispered, his other hand moving from your ass to toy with your clit. geto’s eyes instantly shot to your face, waiting in excitement for his favorite words to leave your pretty lips. your eyes rolled from the pleasure, mouth forming in a silent scream before mindless words began to fall from tongue. “l-love you papa….m’gonna make a messss!” a sexy smirk made its way to his lips, his pearly white teeth bare to you as he began to fuck his hips back up into you. his thumb moved quicker on your clit, forcing you to throw your head back as more pretty cries fell from your lips. “i love you more princess. gon head and make a mess for papa”

on his command a slight shake came to your body, the tight coil in your stomach snapping as your release flowed out of you like a stream. “uhh huhh, jus like that mama. daddy got you” at the sight of you geto met his end, his hot ropes shooting deep into you as he tucked his bottom lip behind his teeth. he completely emptied himself into you as he released silent prayer that you remembered to take your birth control. the feeling of your head slapping onto his chest brought him out of his daze. your light snores bringing a chuckle out of his chest as you slept soundly on top of him with his dick softening in you. as you slept geto made quick work of removing the towel he laid beneath the both of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor before lifting the covers over your tired bodies.

“goodnight pretty”

im in love wit this man fr i’m so serious ab him😩

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year ago

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College AU Suguru is my favorite 👹

#geto #geto suguru fanart #geto suguru #geto suguru x black reader #TimikosArt

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sherewrytes · 1 month ago

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𝝢𝝤 Ⳑ'S 𝙶eto Suguru 𝚡 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

↳Synopsis: Suguru Geto, a suave Business and Mechanical Engineering major with a taste for luxury and excitement, is mesmerized by a stunning Business and Econ student. When they meet in the library, the chemistry is undeniable. Caught between his high-stakes lifestyle and his intense attraction to you, Suguru must decide if he’ll seize the night or let it slip away.

genre: modern au, 18+, black reader

fic warnings. ooc, profanity,, drug use, smut

Suguru Geto leaned against the wall of the university library, the late afternoon sun casting shadows across the courtyard. Toji, Sukuna, and Gojo were busy clowning each other, teasing Toji about the girl he’d been eyeing up lately. Suguru didn’t care much for their banter today; his attention was elsewhere.

His eyes were scanning the campus, but not for just anyone. He was looking for you.

You were impossible to miss — your long dreadlocks, always perfectly styled in a bun or wrapped up in a colorful headscarf, the way your nails were always fresh, matching your outfits effortlessly. You carried yourself like you knew you were that girl — unbothered, composed, and focused.

You were a Business and Econ major, and Suguru knew that not just because you two shared some classes, but because he paid attention to you. You were more than just a pretty face; you were ambitious, driven — like him.

Then, there it was. He spotted you across the courtyard, strutting past like the goddess you were, wearing those tight, high-waisted jeans that hugged every curve, and that black crop top showing off the soft sheen of your brown skin. Your lips were glossed, your face glowing in the late sun.

And then... that scent.

Damn. He could smell your perfume even from a distance, that sweet, warm, spicy blend that had his mind reeling every time you were near. It always did something to him, something primal.

Suguru’s body tensed as you approached. He didn’t even hear what Toji and the others were saying anymore. You walked past, that sweet, intoxicating scent wrapping around him like a spell. You didn’t look his way, but that only made him want you more.

Sukuna noticed the change in his expression. “Yo, Geto, you good? You look like you’re about to pounce or something.”

Suguru’s lips curled into a small, knowing smirk. "Man, y'all wouldn’t understand," he said, pushing off the wall and cracking his neck. "I don’t take L’s."

Gojo chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? We’ll see about that. Go shoot your shot, lover boy.”

Suguru shrugged, the confidence rolling off him in waves. He wasn’t worried. This wasn’t just some game to him. You were someone he needed, someone he’d been waiting to approach for a while now. And today, with the air electric between you two, he wasn’t holding back anymore.

You’d disappeared into the library, and Suguru followed, his tall, lean frame weaving through the double doors. Inside, the cool air hit him, a stark contrast to the heat outside. It was quieter in here, more intimate. He spotted you at one of the tables near the back, alone, your laptop open as you worked.

For a second, he just watched. The way you were always so focused, so driven, had him in awe. He liked that about you — how you weren’t here to play games, how serious you were about your future.

With a deep breath, he walked over, his steps steady, casual, like he wasn’t thinking a thousand thoughts about you.

When he reached your table, you looked up, eyes narrowing slightly as you noticed him. You didn’t say anything at first, and neither did he. The air between you was thick, tension simmering beneath the surface.

"Hey," Suguru said, his voice smooth, deep, as he slid into the chair across from you. He rested his forearms on the table, his eyes locking with yours. "I see you around a lot. Thought it was about time we talked."

Your lips curved into a small smirk, amusement dancing in your eyes. "Oh, is that right? And here I thought you were just another one of those guys who stares but never says anything."

Suguru chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I’m not like those other guys. When I want something, I go for it."

Your eyebrow raised slightly, intrigued by his confidence. You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms under your chest, drawing attention to your figure. "And what makes you think you can go for me?"

Suguru grinned, feeling the spark between you two intensify. "Because you already know what’s up. I see how you look at me sometimes. You’re just waiting for me to make my move, huh?"

You laughed softly, a rich sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Bold, aren’t you? But I respect it.” You leaned forward a little, your perfume wrapping around him like a warm embrace. “You’re Suguru, right? Business and Mechanical Engineering major?”

"Yeah. And I know you’re Business and Econ." He let his eyes drift down to your long, burgundy nails tapping against the table. "But I noticed a lot more than just your major."

You bit your lip, your eyes flicking over his broad shoulders, the way his black t-shirt clung to his chest and arms. "I see you’ve been paying attention."

Suguru nodded, his voice lowering, more intimate now. "Every time I see you, I wonder what you’re thinking about. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours. And now, I’m done wondering. I want to know."

Your smile faltered slightly, something more serious crossing your face. You hadn’t expected him to be this direct, this focused on you, not just your body or how you looked, but you as a whole.

"You really want to know?" you asked, your voice softer, your tone matching his.

Suguru reached out, his hand lightly grazing yours, his fingertips brushing over your skin. "Yeah. I do. And I don’t take L’s, so I’m not walking away until I get what I want."

Your breath hitched slightly at the contact. His touch was warm, firm, and you could feel the energy between you two crackling like static. You didn’t pull away. Instead, you met his gaze head-on, matching his intensity.

"You think you can handle me, Geto?" Your voice was a challenge, low and sultry, testing him, daring him to prove he was as serious as he seemed.

Suguru smirked, his thumb tracing small circles over the back of your hand. "Oh, I know I can handle you. The question is… can you handle me?"

The heat between you two was undeniable now. His words dripped with promise, and the way he was looking at you — like he wanted to devour you right there in the library — sent a rush of heat through your body.

"Why don’t you find out?" you whispered, leaning in close, your lips barely inches from his.

Suguru’s breath caught. He leaned in just enough to feel the warmth of your skin, to smell that sweet, addictive perfume that had been driving him wild for weeks. His lips hovered over yours, the anticipation building between you.

"Trust me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I will."

Suguru's smirk widened, his dark eyes locked on yours as you two continued your back-and-forth. The tension was thick, like you both knew something dangerous was about to unfold between you but neither of you wanted to slow down. He loved the way you challenged him—your confidence, your fire.

“I’ll take you up on that,” you teased, your voice low, daring him to keep the heat going. You leaned back in your chair, allowing him to enjoy the full view of you, the way your body was effortlessly tempting without you even trying.

But just as the air between you and Geto was sizzling, the moment was interrupted.

A figure approached the table, her presence breaking the private bubble you two had created. Toji’s girl—the one he had been silently obsessing over for weeks—slid into the seat next to you. She was striking in her own right, her sleek black hair styled perfectly, and she had that cool, detached look like she didn’t care about anyone’s opinions. But right now, her full attention was on Suguru.

Her gaze swept over him, taking in his broad frame, the intensity in his eyes, and the way his hand was still casually brushing against yours.

"Why are you here?" she asked, her voice laced with something sharp, like she was warning him off before he could even make a move. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in the chair, exuding the same confidence Toji always admired about her.

Suguru didn’t flinch. He leaned back in his seat too, keeping his eyes on you for a moment longer before finally acknowledging her. His usual calm, collected vibe didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of irritation in his eyes.

“I was having a conversation,” he said coolly, flicking his gaze to her with a raised brow. “Didn’t know I needed permission to sit down and talk to someone.”

Toji’s girl, Y/N, wasn’t fazed. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes sliding between you and Suguru like she had some inside knowledge of the dynamics around campus. “Funny, Geto. You don’t strike me as the type to just talk.”

She looked over at you, giving you a subtle once-over, trying to read the situation. You could feel her sizing you up, trying to gauge if this was something serious or if it was just Geto playing his usual games.

You smiled back at her, unbothered, the air between you two silently saying, I’m not here for games, either.

Suguru stayed quiet for a beat, letting her words hang in the air. Then, he smiled—slow, deliberate, the kind of smile that hinted at more than just casual interest. He leaned forward, bringing the tension right back to the table.

"Not every day you meet someone who can keep up," he said, his eyes sliding back to you, ignoring the shift in the vibe. He didn’t care if Y/N was trying to test him. His focus was still locked on you.

You tilted your head, catching onto his meaning. There was an unspoken challenge there, a push and pull that felt like it could erupt into something much deeper.

Toji’s girl sighed, shaking her head like she’d seen enough. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said, her tone almost playful, but with an edge. She stood up, giving Suguru one last pointed look before turning to you with a softer expression. “Good luck with this one. He doesn’t play fair.”

You shrugged, completely unbothered, as you watched her walk away. Once she was gone, the heat between you and Suguru flared back up. His dark eyes found yours again, that same hunger there, but now with the added thrill of having just sidestepped whatever territorial game Y/N had been trying to start.

You leaned in, closing the distance again, your voice soft and full of promise. “You don’t seem like the type to play fair.”

Suguru’s smirk was back, more wicked now. “I’m not.”

He reached out, his hand grazing your thigh under the table, his touch firm, sending a shiver through you. “But something tells me you like that.”

Your lips parted slightly, your breath hitching at the feel of his touch. Your heart pounded in your chest, knowing where this was heading.

“I like a challenge,” you whispered, your voice laced with excitement, heat swirling in your belly. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you, and it was obvious neither of you were interested in stopping now.

Suguru’s hand slid up, a low hum escaping his throat as his fingers pressed more firmly against your thigh. “Then we’re gonna get along just fine.”

You bit your lip, feeling the undeniable pull between you both, knowing damn well this wasn’t going to end with just words. The library, the other students—it all faded away, the world shrinking down to just you and him, locked in this heated moment.

“Come with me,” Suguru murmured, his voice low and rough, an edge of impatience breaking through his usually calm demeanor.

You hesitated for only a second before nodding, gathering your things as he stood up, waiting for you to follow. There was a glint in his eyes, one that promised whatever was about to happen next wouldn’t just be good—it’d be unforgettable.

As you both stood to leave, Suguru’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his brows furrowing as he read the message. You caught the change in his expression—annoyance flickering across his face for a moment before he sighed deeply.

It was Toji. "Business."

Suguru quickly typed back, “Not now.”

He looked at you, clearly torn. Whatever Toji was on about had to be serious for him to text in the middle of this, but Suguru wasn’t about to let the heat between the two of you fizzle out. He clenched his jaw, eyes flicking from you to his phone again.

Another buzz.

Toji wasn’t letting up.

Suguru’s thumb hovered over the screen for a second before he typed another message, this time more direct: "Sit this one out, Toji."

You raised a brow, curious about the change in his vibe. “Everything okay?” you asked, stepping a little closer, your hand brushing against his arm in a way that made his breath hitch.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s Toji,” he muttered, shoving the phone back in his pocket like he was trying to mentally block out whatever was going on. “He’s always dragging me into something. Wanted to handle some 'business' tonight.”

You tilted your head, catching the tension in his voice. “And what? You’re supposed to drop everything for him?”

Suguru glanced down at you, a slow smile spreading across his lips again as he shook his head. “Not tonight.”

His phone buzzed one last time. He groaned, pulling it out to see Toji’s final response: "Fine. Handle your shit, but don’t come crying to me later."

Suguru huffed, typing back, "I won’t."

He pocketed the phone for good this time, his attention fully returning to you. He stepped closer, his voice dropping as he leaned in. “Now, where were we?”

You smirked, loving the way he shifted right back into the moment. “I think you were about to show me how you handle things.”

Suguru chuckled lowly, the hunger in his gaze making your stomach flutter. “Oh, trust me, you’re about to find out.”

And just like that, the tension ramped up again, Toji and his “business” forgotten as Suguru reached out, his fingers slipping into yours, pulling you closer to him as the night pressed on, promising nothing but trouble.

As Suguru’s fingers intertwined with yours, the electric buzz between you intensified. The world around you seemed to blur, the noise of the library and campus fading into the background as he guided you toward the exit. His touch was confident, assertive, sending shivers up your spine.

You couldn’t help but grin, excitement bubbling up inside you. The way he handled the interruption showed his determination, and it only fueled your anticipation. Suguru’s eyes never left yours as he led you through the hallway, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and mischief.

Outside, the cool night air hit you, but the warmth from Suguru’s proximity made you feel alive. He stopped beside a sleek, black sports car parked under a streetlight. The car was as refined and alluring as he was, a testament to his high-octane lifestyle.

Suguru leaned against the car, his eyes glinting with promise. “You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur, “I wasn’t planning on letting tonight go like this. I’ve got other plans for us.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what plans are those?”

Suguru’s smirk deepened. He took a step closer, his breath mingling with yours. “Plans that involve a lot more than just talking. But first, we need to get somewhere a little more private.”

His hand rested on the small of your back, guiding you toward the passenger seat. You slipped inside, the leather cool against your skin. Suguru closed the door behind you, his movements smooth and purposeful. He climbed into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life as he started the car.

As he drove, the city lights reflected off the sleek interior, casting a soft glow on his face. His eyes were locked on the road, but his mind was clearly on you. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you better for a while,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “And now that I’ve finally got the chance, I’m not letting it slip away.”

The car glided through the streets, taking you further away from campus and deeper into the night. The anticipation between you two was palpable, every moment charged with a mix of excitement and desire.

Eventually, Suguru pulled up to a luxurious, secluded penthouse, the view of the city skyline shimmering in the distance. He guided you inside, the opulent space a stark contrast to the lively campus setting where you first met.

Suguru’s hands were on you again, but this time, it was with a different kind of urgency. He pulled you close, his lips brushing against yours with a teasing promise. “Let’s see if I can make this night unforgettable.”

The world outside ceased to exist as you gave in to the moment, letting Suguru’s passion sweep you off your feet.

"Oh fuck Geto! please ouuu" Geto had you spread out on his king size bed feeding deep, hard strokes, making the corner of your eyes wet with tears of slight pain and overstimulation.

His hands gripping your calves, and he stared deep into your soul. "Look at me yn, don't close those pretty eyes okay. Let me see every expression you have."

He started going faster. So fast that you were sliding higher onto the bed and further away from him. he released your calves to grab your hips and pull you back down to him "fuck yn don't run from it, be good and take it like I know you can."

" Please Geto," you moan out voice cracking from moaning your throat dry. You try to push him off a bit with your hand and slow him down against his hips and he grabs it, kisses it softly then pins it above your head while rolling his hips hitting you with the deep but short strokes. He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks in his hand and turning your fucked out teary eyed face to his and said

"I can feed you, buy you whatever you want, keep this pussy stuffed with my dick, tell me what you want yn and its yours."

You could barely think yet speak, you knew the rep he has around campus, just a fuck boy with some brains and devil dick. How did you let him rope you in like this you didn't know.

SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK

you were soaking his sheets and him "Fuck yn, you really this wet for me, all this shit mine huh, tell me it's mine." your watered eyes make contact with his and you already know he was waiting on an answer you could barely formulate.

"Fuckk! Suguru please" you begged. Geto leaned closer to your face to slowly kiss away the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes "Say my name again and tell me you'll be mine. this pussy is already creaming like I'm her owner"

“S-so good!. yours s...ru” You breathe, his harsh, brutal thrusts. It’s so good that it has your eyes rolling back and your mouth hanging open dry and in need or water.

You try to close your eyes to not feel the pressure of him staring into your eyes while fucking against your cervix like a mad man. every time you tried to wiggle away from under him he pulls you back fucking you harder.

“Fu-fuck … you’re so fuckin’—tight and wet" Geto curses, you feel your stomach clench and Geto feels you tighten around him.

"That's it yn wet this dick, make it yours the way im making this pussy mine."

you let out a mewl,between his nasty words and his dick hitting that spot that has you going dumb dumb, pussy clenching around his cock, you felt like you were losing consiousness. Geto slapped your cheek a couple times to bring you back down from your orgasm only for him to start pounding you into another one.

“she’s so neglected hm?..... no one has been taking care of her huh..well im here now for her. Listen to her talk to me yn"

SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK

you bit down on your lip trying to hold on your moans to hold something back from the way he was/ is tearing you up.

He tugged your lip out of your mouth "Nah none of that yn. Hate that quiet shit. moan for me and let it echo off my fucking bedroom walls."

Geto switched it up a little and put your in a mating press with your legs spread as wide as you can go and angled his body slightly to the side and picked up the pace even more. You were practically screaming, trying to reach him to claw at him

“Sugu—wait slow down....Fuck!!” you try to say, pushing at him as you try to get out of his hold. Geto however, keeps you right where he wants you to .. nails digging into your skin to hold you still as his eyes darken.

“don’t. !’ pleasuring you now. it’s my time.”

You felt like you wanted to cry from good his dick was, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your stomach clenched, you saw Geto smirk

"pretty pussy doesn’t wanna fuckin’ let me go. shit. gimme one more baby and i'll let you rest mkay”

YOu nodded your head “Cum with me, cmon princess.” Geto tells you, eyes finally shutting as he feels his orgasm about to come.

"Tell me where you want it"

"In Suguru in me...please please please. fuck me."

Suguru felt his resolve snapped. The room was filled with sloppy wet loud echoes of skin against skin, sticking and unsticking of skin-on-skin contact you squirm from the overstimulation when his hips keeps connecting with yours hard and fast, fucking you through another orgasm. You resist and twist but you his strong hands keep you in place to keep all his cum steeped inside of that little tight cunt.

Geto presses a final kiss to your shoulder then your lips before he’s cuddling up to you. You let out a content sigh and relax into his arms

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slut4sugu · 11 months ago

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bimbo reader x biker geto

omg I love this idea!! thank you dear 🫶🏾

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒. warnings + including: fluff, smut, mentions of fingering, cunnilingus, black!fem reader

biker!geto who always looks so hot in all black | his silver piercings complimenting his handsome features. Though bits and pieces of pink could be found on him thanks to you. (Pink stickers littered on his bike, your favorite ring hanging on his favorite chain.)

biker!geto who lets you wear whatever your pretty heart desires | as long as it’s not too scandalous is the ‘wear what you want dear I can fight’ type.

biker!geto who can’t help but finger you in front of his floorlength mirror | after seeing you try on a dress you bought for your birthday.

biker!geto who sent a glare to the creep in the mall who was eyeing your short pink skirt | and how it would ride up just a tad to show your pretty laced panties

biker!geto who got you a pink helmet that you could decorate to your hearts content, and ofc wear for when you went with him for a ride.

biker!geto who felt a switch flip in him when he saw you walk out of the changing room of a boutique wearing that pink strapless dress | The way it hugged your boobs was just divine, your pretty gold necklace sitting just above the valley of your breast. You had no idea how good you looked in that moment, so when you asked Suguru felt it was his obligation to show you just how pretty you looked.

“Sugu pl- ah- please! Someone could come by!” You tried pleading with your boyfriend but it was near impossible trying to pull Suguru from this state once he was in it. His head buried in between your legs, his tongue devouring your hot cunt, slick covering his mouth and chin. The way he would groan into your sex was just sinful, seeing your rolled back eyes and mouth agape while wearing that slutty dress was making his dick twitch in his pants. “Just a little more, I know you’re close dear.”

biker!geto who did this TikTok with you, while actively ignoring texts from gojo who was waiting on you two to come meet up at carnival.

✉︎ suguruuuu: If you two are fucking again I’m using your card to pay for my shit 🙄

biker!geto who loves how much light you’ve brought into his life and the memories alongside them <33

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mambalae-s · 2 years ago

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sugar — geto suguru x reader

wc: 4.3k

cw: ceo! geto x employee! reader; unprotected sex; office sex; semi public sex; reader is described as a black woman; she’s not explicitly called chubby but she is described as plump; creampies; oral (reader) receiving; one instance of spitting; one instance of choking; mating press; a sir kink you dont have to squint too hard to find; not at all proof read; if i’m missing anything, please let me know!

notes from author: yeah, this went an entirely different direction than what i had planned… this is an nsfw post — if you’re under 18, PLEASE do not interact with this post. i will block you.

suguru’s certain you have no idea the kind of effect you have on him. he’s so entirely convinced that you’re oblivious to his struggle to merely contain himself with you sitting across his mahogany desk, dark stockings hugging your plump thighs and that short, a-lined skirt just barely sitting over your lap. you wear your hair like a regalia, beautiful, thinly done tresses of black braids half-tied at the back of your head where the rest flowed down each side of your body, the ends of them elegantly curling while you’d left two braids to frame both sides of your face — a style called french braids, he’d learned when he’d asked you curiously.

his mind is so far gone from words of acquisitions and business meetings that you read from your prepared document, eyes zoned in on your plump, full lips that glisten on strawberry flavoured gloss. he’s so distracted by the ‘o’s formed on your sweet voice, every sentence sinking themselves beneath his skin like drops of honey that rush through his veins and churns within his blood like a drug. he leans back into his chair, throwing his head back in unhidden frustration and releases a groan, and the sound of it snaps your attention from black printed words to look up at your ceo.

“sir?” you call him, hesitant. you cock your head to the side worriedly. “i’m sorry, is it not how you want to proceed?”

suguru shakes his head weakly, brushing his thumb over his lips. “no, no,” he assures you, “that’s not it at all. you’ve done great, in fact. it’s perfect.” he sees the way your brows furrow over your dark coloured eyes, the way your lips part on words you don’t let out, and suddenly, he feels too hot. “i’m sorry, ms. (l/n). it’s just especially hard for me to focus right now.”

“oh, i understand.” you utter, shifting to sit a little straighter in your chair. the action causes your breasts to shift beneath your low-cut blouse as you close your manilla folder. and suguru, he has to remind himself to breathe. “well, we do have some time before the board meeting if you’d rather we look over the details some other time?”

suguru hums in agreement as he stands, forcing his eyes off you and walking over to the left wall where he keeps a fine array of wines and expensive liquor. “yes, let’s do that then.” his hands reach for a bottle he knows you enjoy most out of his collection, an itallian imported masseto merlot. he reaches for two wine glasses and turns to you, offering you one to take. “how about we enjoy a drink for now?”

you rise from your seat to stand next to him, taking the cup from his hands. he wonders if you’d felt your fingers brush against his, if you’d perhaps done it intentionally to tease him. ah, but he knows you better than that — even now as you hold your cup out for him to fill, he knows that you’re far too shy to ever think of trying anything with him, your boss. you’re always the respectful and diligent worker, always and ever doing your best to meet his expectations and go beyond. he’d be lying if he tried to say he didn’t look forward to seeing you every day, or that he dreamt of doing unspeakable things to you right here inside his office. even standing this close to him, suguru feels his pants tighten at the uninhibited view he has of your plump figure, your breasts tempting him as he loses himself on your sweet scent of fresh linen and honey oats.

“is there something on your mind, sir?” unaware of the thoughts clouding his mind, you innocently flutter your eyes to peer up at him with your glossy lips pursed atop your glass. he watches you take a sip of the dark red liquid and thinks about it wetting your mouth, imagines the satisfied sigh as something far dirtier, unprofessional, and how you would sound with your legs folded against your chest. he imagines all the ways you’d cry out for him, to beg him for more until he turned you into a whiney mess.

“it’s just…” again, he clears his throat. he reaches one hand up to loosen his tie, showing off the expensive watch on his left wrist. “been a long week, that’s all.”

your lips form a sympathetic pout as you lower your glass to your chest, your forearms unconsciously squeezing your breasts together and, have mercy— how can you make the dirtiest things look so innocent? “i’m sorry, mr. geto,” you offer, “i’ll certainly try harder to make things a little easier for you… is there anything i can do for you?”

“oh, no, miss (l/n), you’ve already been such a great help to me—” he stops himself midway, his dark eyes turning thoughtful as he considers. the idea that pops into his head is an awful one, he gives himself second enough to consider. but, what is he supposed to do when you stand so close to him, eyes innocently looking up at him, your very breath hanging onto his words? here you are right in front of him, so open and willing to help him, and perhaps— no, not just. suguru’s certain you don’t mean your words in the way that he thinks, but the very sight of you, the thoughts he has of you late at night and even now, it overwhelms him and tells him to cast aside all logic and give in to viscous wanting.

suguru quietly draws a breath, sets his glass down atop his desk and bites the bullet.

“well… there is something you could do for me.” one, two, it only takes him three short steps until he’s standing right in front of you, close enough for the smell of your sweet, honey-scented oils to fully wrap around him and fill up his lungs. his figure basically shadows your much smaller frame, towering over you as your eyes nervously met his. he focuses on the way your brown lips hang open slightly, on the way your pretty eyebrows furrow over your expression. he focuses on the deep breaths you take that cause your chest to rise and swell, lets himself go on the slight squeak in your voice when you hesitantly call him.

“sir…?”

“what if, ms. (l/n),” suguru hums, reaching his hand to your own glass of wine, intentional when his fingers cover yours. “i told you that you’re what’s been distracting me all along?” like a hawk, he observes every flicker of thought that crosses your dark brown eyes. first, he watches them widen on surprise, then they waver back and forth before lowering to where he held your hand, the deep red colour of your merlot surely not what holds your attention. you’re flustered, he knows it by the way you worry your bottom lip between your teeth, but he’s not kind enough to let you hide that beautiful expression from him. slowly, as if not to scare you, he takes his fingers and holds on to your chin, tilting your head to where you had no choice but to meet his stare.

“i— i’m,” you pause, your lips trembling so deliciously, your breath ghosting against his skin like an autumn’s gentle breeze. “i’m not sure what you mean… mr, geto…”

“you aren’t?” suguru lowers his voice to a whisper. he imagines he could hear your heart thumping inside your chest, that he could feel your pulse racing underneath your skin, and he wants more of it, wants more of you. “let me show you exactly what i mean then, ms. (l/n).”

he tells himself to be gentle as he leans in, tilting your head up so that his lips meet yours finally, finally— and suguru nearly loses himself to the sensation of being swept off his feet. gods, you’re even sweeter than you’ve ever tasted inside his dreams, the living flesh and bone version of you kissing him back so softly as if you’d walked right out of his fantasies and come to find him at daylight. he can sense the hesitance behind your lips, an uncertainty weak to your own desires as you lean further into him. your hands reach for his chest and you pull away with a breathlessness, gasping as you look up at him, showing to him your worries, your fear, your mutual want.

“mr. geto, we shouldn’t do something like this here,” you whisper as if afraid your words would be heard by someone passing by. though suguru could tell that, if he pushed, you wouldn’t be able to resist. your fingers feebly grasp at his arms, bunching up the white fabric covering his biceps and, oh— you pull him closer, yet not close enough to close the gap. he looks at you and sees it then, in the way your lips pout up at him, that—

“you want this too, don’t you?”

he touches a hand to your cheek and feels heat radiating from you in waves. pulling you closer, he brings that hand to cup the back of your neck and revel in the feel of you being so close to him, your chest so soft against his as his other hand falls to squeeze your hip. gently, he tilts your head to one side to expose your neck and he lets himself be greedy, leaning to drag his nose against your bare skin, lips just slightly parted so that you could feel his warm breath ghosting against your cheek.

your knees nearly buckle beneath your weight and you have to squeeze on to his biceps even tighter, for fear that you would collapse if you don’t hold on tight. “y-yes…” you quietly gasp once he finally presses his lips to your skin. the feeling of him harshly sucking your neck is enough to cause your head to spin, for your legs to clench together at the new heat that pools in your panties. you feel him begin to press forward, and as you step back, he chases you, pushing you until the back of your thighs hit his desk. the sensation of cold wood is stark against the waves of searing heat that pours from the both of you and you stumble for a moment, accidentally knocking his pristine ceo plaque to the red carpet below.

“then,” suguru’s voice sounds slurred. his words are heavy and he sees the way they weigh you down as his fingers skillfully pull the first buttons of your blouse. he takes in the picture of you with reverence and worship as greed swirls within his gut, tightens his pants and makes him forget anything that didn’t have to do with you. with one hand, he pushes you further until you’re sitting on top of his desk and leans in once more, ever more wanting to feel your lips on his. “don’t think about anything else right now. just focus on me, yeah?”

dazed, it’s all you can do to nod ‘yes’ as he slots himself between your open legs, his hands squeezing down on your hips and pulling you forward until his bulge presses right up against your core.

it’s hard hold himself back any further, and suguru abandons his inhibitions as he hungrily slots his mouth against yours, the kiss almost universes different than the last. where before, he’d been experimental, testing the waters almost and tasting you for the first time, he now devours your very soul like a man starved of water and you, his fountain found in a scorching desert. his lips are searing as they move, and he pours so much into you that it becomes too much and it burns so deliciously, filling you until whimpers slip out from you and your hands hungrily pull apart his buttons. his nails dig into your thighs as he bites down on your bottom lip and pulls before he begins to press kisses against your cheek, trailing wet, impatient lines of spit along your jaw.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this,” its almost a growl when he speaks, low and dangerous as he feels himself slipping further. his teeth sink into your dark skin and he sucks, hard, relishing in the moans that you reward him with. “how badly i wanted to have you till i couldn’t sleep at night.”

“s-sir wait,” you try to call him, struggling to find your words amidst the fog clouding your brain. he’s sucking your skin so much that you fear he’ll leave marks, yet your voice seems to only urge him to leave more. “not there, people will see— ngh!”

he doesn’t pull apart when he grinds his bulge against you, letting you feel just how big and hard he’d gotten for you. each move he makes sends you reeling, the pool between your legs enough to soak you right through your stockings as he rolls his hips into yours.

“focus,” suguru reprimands you, lowly growling into your neck. “all your attention on me right now. do you understand?”

when you take too long to respond, he pushes one hand around your neck and squeezes, causing you to squeal as he pulls your head back to face him. your mouth hangs open, gasps of air struggling to make it past his hands, his spit smeared all across your lips, cheek and neck with the beginnings of purple bite marks forming on your dark skin — you’re the perfect picture of a mess, your beautiful brown eyes glazed over by lust and desire, so far gone from your normally neat and put together appearance, and it’s all because of him.

“understand?” he bleeds the word slowly, and, feeble, you respond with a desperate nod of your head, barely managing to force out a ‘yes sir..!’ through his grip around your throat. you try to squeeze your legs around his waist, wanting to pull him closer, to feel his cock pressed against you once more, for any kind of friction, but one hand swiftly pries them wide apart as his fingers snake between them. startled, you try to squeeze them close, though your body quickly loses its strength when his slender digits press up against your dampened core.

god, you’re already so fucking wet, you’re dripping enough to leave dark coloured stains atop his wooden desk. suguru marvels at the feeling of your slick practically pooling along his fingers, coating them as he rubs slow, teasing circles over your clothed pussy. “look at that,” he says breathlessly before pulling his hands away to lick at them, and the taste of your essence causes his cock to twitch against their restraints. popping his fingers out of his mouth, he shoves them past your gaping lips for you to swirl your tongue around, a groan escapes him once you begin to suck and whimper around them. “fuck, (y/n), you’re making it hard for me to control myself.”

his thumb brushes against your lip and he pulls your mouth open, dizzy when you eagerly open your mouth for him to spit into. “such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?” he grins as you swallow with a moan, “yeah? never dreamed i’d see you do something like this, ms. (l/n). were you thinking about something like this everytime we spoke? hm?”

a sharp ripping sound startles you, though you hardly have the chance to regain your bearings as suguru finally touches you in the place you need him the most. your pussylips are basically sopping and so, incredibly swollen, your clit so eager for him to touch you when he presses his thumb against it. “f-fuck…!” you throw your head back, hissing and biting your bottom lip to contain your cries, all while suguru marvels at seeing you unravel. you’re completely under his control like this, a pretty little doll in the palm of his hands that he could toy and play with until your mind would crumble. the revelation blazes through him like a wildfire and swirls like a ferocious torrent — more, he wants — needs — you to break even more.

“i want an answer, (y/n). how badly did you want me to fuck you all this time?”

you try to respond, though your words fall apart on a weak, wavering cry of his name as he sinks two fingers inside you, feeling them split apart your walls before pulling back out slowly. he uses his knees to keep your legs from clamping shut while his free hand slips your bra up over your chest, letting your full mounds fall freely for him to squeeze. large, brown nipples perk up under the exposure of the cold air, pointy and sensitive beneath his thumb when he pinches one and softly twists. he groans, nearly panting, your pussy clamping down around his middle and ring fingers. “you’re so fucking tight, you’re just leaking and making such a mess. must’ve been waiting for me to fuck this pretty little cunt, huh?”

“nngh, sir..!” oh, those pretty little cries you make would be the end of him. he wants more, wants you to fall apart utterly and completely until your mind would be blank and you would be nothing but a blabbering mess. he wants to feel you, taste you, to devour you whole.

swiftly, he drops down to his knees and spread your legs wide open, one on each of his shoulder for him to see your messy cunt. he’s mesmerized at the view of you, sopping and dripping as your hole squelches around nothing, greedily begging for him to take it and make it his.

above him, you’re barely able to register his movements before you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth hungrily sucking your pussy, and it catches you so off guard that you release a loud cry of his name. “suguru…!”

“shhhh. shhh, baby,” the man doesn’t stop for even a second, muttering the words right up against you and sending shockwaves through your core. desperate to keep your voice down, you clamp your hands over your mouth as you feel his tongue flicker against your swollen clit, back and forth before he begins sucking and lapping. your essence pools all over his tongue and suguru feels himself getting drunk, diving his tongue between your folds while his fingers drill in and out of your hole, filling the large office with sloppy, slurpy noises as he coaxes ever single drop he can out of you.

despite you trying, you fail to hold your voice back as the coil within your gut tightens and your vision grows spotty. his fingers repeatedly brush against that spot deep inside your cunt that makes you see stars and you can’t catch your breath. your moans turn into strangled cries as your legs clench around his head, and you can’t pay any mind to how tightly you’re squeezing him between your plump thighs as you grip his hair to pull him closer. “aah..! aghn! nnngh..! fuck, sir, i’m close…!” your hips begin to buck as you chase your end, desperate for your climax as he groans between your legs and sets a relentless pace with his tongue and hands. he focuses his mouth on your clit while his fingers stretch and fuck your cunt and you taste like honey, pouring into his mouth as he laps it all up and milks you for everything you could give him.

“cum for me, princess.” his muffled voice shoots through your core like lightening, and you feel that coil in your gut reaching its height. you’re almost there, you’re so close, you’re so fucking close— “make a mess all over daddy’s face, come on. thaaaat’s it, baby, gimme all of it… don’t hold back and fucking squirt for me.”

he curls his fingers inside you, and the coil snaps like a bullet shot right through you. your orgasm crashes into your body as every muscle inside you seizes, your cries and whimpers unrestrained and nearly deafening. tremours reck through your figure as suguru coaxes everything out of you with sweet praises, till you squirt all over his face and fingers and you collapse against his desk, sending several important documents and utensils clattering against the carpet.

“shit…!” your eyes barely register suguru’s form hastily rushing to his feet, stumbling and lightheaded, his face and shirt absolutely drenched in your cum as his fingers unbuckle his belt. you see his cock spring out from his boxers when he pulls them down, and in your fucked out daze, you admire how pretty it looks. the pink tip smacks against his toned stomach, the length of it thick and twitching as he grips your thighs and he’s so fucking big. fuck, you start to panic, but your body’s far too weak for you to move quickly, barely able to lean up against your elbows while he folds your legs up against your chest — “wait, sir, not yet, i— haaah!”

your mind blanks, your vision shoots white as his cock bullies its way into your pussy, still sensitive from him eating you out before and a cry erupts out from your chest. above you, suguru’s expression contorts and he groans loudly as he sinks deeper into your cunt. your gummy walls clench down on him as if to keep him out, squeezing him so tightly that his knees nearly give out underneath him. “aaaahh, fuck, (y/n), your pussy feels so fucking good.”

he’s too impatient to give you time to adjust, you just feel so good clamping down on him the way you do and he pounds you, fucking into you relentlessly while you writhe and cry beneath him. “fuck!! sir—!! s-slow down— ahh! haah! ‘m still— still sensitive— ngaahh!”

“sorry, princess.” he huffs, folding your legs further down into your chest and pivoting his pelvis to reach inside you deeper, deeper until he pounds your cervix and you jolt as if you’d been shocked. you have to grab the edge of the desk to keep yourself from sliding from underneath him as he relentlessly fucks into you. “your pussy jus’ feels too good, fuck. ‘s like this pretty cunt was made jus’ for my cock.”

how perfect you look folded underneath him like this, breasts bouncing and tears pooling from your eyes as your body trembles and shakes from the overstimulation. how your hair messily flails underneath you, your clothes all bunched up and your stockings shredded and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you senselessly wail, fuck, you look so damn hot. “i know you can take it princess,” he coons, stilling his hips as he pushes all the way inside you, pinning you down when you try to squirm. “c’mon, pretty girl…” slowly, he pulls out and slams back into you — once, twice, over and over, each time your walls tightening and squeezing ravenously. “you got this. you’re doing so good for me, soooo so good. you like how my cock feels inside baby? does it feel good fucking up your pretty little pussy?”

“yes…!” with teary eyes, you look up at him, your response short of senseless and incomprehensible as you choke out a sob through your pleasure. “yes, yes, yes, yes, sir, feels so fucking good!”

“shhh, shhh, i know baby,” suguru coos down at you, grinding slow, sweet circles against your core before picking up his pace. the sudden change catches you unprepared and you shout, hands flailing to his biceps and clawing into his skin as he caged your body beneath him. “you’ve been so good for me already, aah, can you gimme one more? cum one more time for me pretty baby, jus’ one more for me.”

as if at his command, you feel that familiar tension take hold of your body as he drills into your cunt, so sudden and without warning as it crashes over you. you squeal, babbling his name over and over as your pussy creams all over his cock, your gasps drawing little air as your orgasm tears through you and leaving you breathless.

“thaaaaat’s it, shit. just like that.” he praises you through stuttering breaths, cooing at you sweetly as you come dkw. from your high. you’re positively fucked out of your mind with tears falling freely from your eyes and drool smearing your cheeks, snd the sight of you like this beneath him, the feeling of your pussy milking around his cock, it’s enough to send him over the edge.

“fuck…!”

his body twitches as his cum spurts inside your pussy, warm and thick and so, so much of it comes out, painting your insides white. your chests heaving in unison, suguru finally collapses on top of your chest, and he’s just every bit of a mess as you are. both of you are absolutely spent of every drop, endorphins coursing through your veins as the adrenaline exists your systems. your eyes seek out his to find him already staring at you with a cheeky grin, your own face flushing with embarrassment while he presses butterfly kisses against your stomach.

“d-did, um…” it’s hard to get the words out, your lungs still very much fighting for air, but you cheekily grin at the man, your boss, kneeling between your legs, and dare to allow your hands to run through his disheveled hair. “was i… able to help?”

suguru weakly chuckles, and your heart flutters a bit at the sight of crinkles forming on his nose. “you did, (y/n).” smiling, he rises to his feet and leans down to kiss you, pressing a hand down on your tummy and pushing down. he feels you writhing beneath his palm as his cum leaks out of you. “trus’ me, ‘s just what i needed.”

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