#geto x fem!reader

[actuallysaiyan]

I'll Do Anything(JJK virginity loss headcanons)

warnings: virginity loss, unprotected sex, use of condoms(Nanami), mentions of cunnilingus/fem!oral sex, dub con(Sukuna), forced sex(Sukuna), dark themes(Sukuna) word count: 1.7k pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader, Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader, Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader, Ryomen Sukuna x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm so close to finishing up season one of JJK, so I just had to write more content! I hope you all enjoy!! Smut under the cut!

“Pretty baby,” he coos softly as he slots himself between your thighs. “You sure you’re ready? I’m really big.”

You can barely make out what he’s saying. He’s been between your thighs for what seemed like hours. You knew it was to make you more comfortable with losing your virginity to him, but part of you wonders if he takes pleasure in lapping at your cunt.

“Sweetie, I need your consent.” Gojo reminds you, and you lick your lips. You look up at him, and those gorgeous eyes of his just pull you into a trance.

“Ready for you, Gojo. ‘Promise ‘m ready for you,”

He smiles, “That’s my good girl.”

Slowly, he lets his cockhead prod your tight hole. You’re just dripping all over his swollen, red cockhead. It excites him to no end that you’re going to let him be your first. In his mind, there’s no bigger stroke to his ego to have you cumming on his cock and knowing pleasure simply from him taking your virginity.

As he pushes more of himself into you, you swear you can feel your muscles beginning to give out. It’s all too much for you. Your eyes screw shut as the thick cock slides into you inch by inch. You’re panting as it reaches further into you. You didn’t know it would be this good. 

“Oh, baby,” Gojo says, his tone teasing. “You really are taking my cock so well.”

The words, you swear you hear them, but your brain is already so mush from all this lust that you aren’t sure he’s speaking the same language as you. It doesn’t take much for him to push the rest of his cock into you, and the moment it brushes against your cervix, you shudder.

“Gojo, I—” you whine. Your walls are contracting around him, making him grunt. 

Your whole body shudders and shakes as you feel all this pleasure come over you. You’ve never experienced an orgasm quite like this. It’s so much better than touching yourself or trying to make yourself cum with a vibrator. White hot pleasure is just coursing through you, making you whine and whimper.

Once you’ve come down from your high, you look up at him. He blinks; those beautiful orbs so full of wonder but you can see mischief in this look as well.

“Huh,” Gojo ponders aloud. “You just came, didn’t you?”

Your cheeks burn, “Gojo…”

He leans in to kiss you, “No need to be embarrassed. There’s more to come, sweetheart.”

He thinks you look so beautiful like this, all sprawled out on the bed. But there’s this part of him that just wants to tease you for being so fucked out already. He hasn’t even entered you, and you’re moaning just like a bitch in heat. It’s honestly one of the most flattering things to him, and yet he’s trying not to let it get to his head too much.

“Such a naughty baby,” He murmurs as he presses sloppy kisses up your body.

His lips capture yours as he slots himself between your thighs. You don’t even have much time to react before he’s pushing his thick cock into you. Tears sting your eyes at the sensation of being stretched out like this. You push on his stomach, pleading for him to take it a little slower than he is.

“Come on,” he goads. “You can take it,”

You’re panting now, and the pleasure mixes in with the pain of being stretched out like this. You want to look down to make sure he’s not actually splitting you in half with his cock. But his forefinger and thumb capture your chin to make you look into his eyes. If he could have this moment ingrained in his memory forever, he would choose to do so. You look so precious to be losing your virginity just like this. It’s exactly how Geto wanted it.

“You can take it all, baby. I know you can.”

You whimper as he pushes even deeper into you. Your eyes cross as the pleasure keeps building inside of you. Your walls are clamping down against his cock, making him grunt at the sensation of your virgin pussy trying to milk him for all he’s got. He knows he wants this to last, but he wasn’t counting on it feeling this good. 

“Look at you,” Geto chuckles darkly. “You’re a natural slut,”

You whine, “Please,”

He laughs again, loving the effect this has on you. Who would've thought all he needed to tame your brattiness was just some cock? You were clearly so pent up, and now all he had to do was fuck you until you’re brattiness just disappeared. 

“Please what?” He asks, his tone mocking.

“More, please.”

And with those words, Geto positions himself on his knees for a little more stability. With his hands on your hips, he begins pounding you into the mattress.

He can’t help but feel enamored by the sweet sight of you on his bed like this. He can’t remember the last time he felt this aroused. When you asked him to be your first, he was touched. Nanami knew he had to make this a moment that you’ll never forget.

And he prepared for the night too. He took you out on a romantic date, bought some condoms and lube, and he made his bed extra comfortable for the two of you. By the time he has you back to his apartment, you’re already feeling pretty affectionate for the man. He was just so special to you, and you knew he’d treat you right.

You look up at him, smiling that sweet smile of yours. Everything that you do in this moment, it goes straight to his cock. Nanami reaches down to adjust himself in his underwear, then he turns his attention back to you.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” He asks, reaching over to the bedside table for the box of condoms. You smile sweetly again. “Yeah, I’m ready,” 

He leans in to kiss you, and your tongues rub together sensually. You’ve never been more sure of something in your life than this. You’ve been in love with Nanami for so long, so when you were ready to lose your virginity, you knew it would have to be him you’d want to lose it to.

He undresses himself completely, and he spreads your thighs. As much as he wants to go in raw, he knows it’s not responsible. So he takes one of the foil packets from the box and tears it open. His eyes inspect the condom, and once he deems it acceptable, he begins rolling it onto his leaking cock.

You can’t tear your eyes away from this scene. He looks so good doing something as simple as putting a condom on his cock. It’s just the idea that the lewd act is coming. He grabs the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and he smears a little of it onto the already lubed up condom. The rest of the lube goes onto your vulva, and he spreads it all over your tight hole and your swollen clit.

“Tell me if you need me to stop,” Nanami says before pressing the tip of his cock to your hole.

A gasp falls from your lips as he begins pushing into you. It feels so good to be full like this. His eyes are scanning your features for any signs of pain, but you look so full of love right now. It really warms his heart.

“Please, don’t stop.” You whine, which earns you a sweet chuckle from Nanami. “I wasn’t planning on it,”

As soon as his cock is inside of you fully, Nanami knows that he can start thrusting slowly. He sees the love in your eyes, and he knows he made the right choice in being your first.

Sukuna absolutely loves being able to fuck virgins. But there is something extremely special about you. He’s not even sure what it is, but you’re just so adorable and sweet. He usually thinks himself better than to fall into this kind of affection, but the way you keep clinging to him makes him a little dizzy with lust.

“Oh, you are just asking for it,” Sukuna comments, and his fingers go down to your pussy once more.

You’ve been sitting on his lap for what feels like forever now, and he’s been so eager to just let you have all this pleasure. Whether it be with mouths or with his fingers, he’s happily had you cumming for hours now. You’ve made such a stain on his pants, and the smell of you is just permeating the air. You’re barely coherent now, but you want to hang on. You want more than just cumming on his fingers or on his tongues.

“You want my cock now, don’t you?” He asks, though he knows you don’t have much choice in the matter. You’ll be taking his cock whether you like it or not.

But you nod so obediently, “Yes yes yes, please!”

A delirious laughter rumbles through him. You remind him of the reason he loves virgins so much. They become so caught up in all the pleasure that they forget that they have to give away a part of themselves to him.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice is thick with a mocking tone. “I knew you’d want it.”

With one of his hands, he holds you up. The other hand begins undoing his pants quickly. He wants to be buried deep inside of you as soon as he can. His cock slaps against his abdomen as soon as he’s got it freed from the confines of his pants. You barely have time to react as he sinks you down onto the immense girth.

You scream his name as the sensations of his cock splitting you in two hit you. It’s all so intense at once. Sukuna smirks as he watches you squirm and wiggle, almost trying to get off of his cock. But he keeps his hands on your hips, practically locking you onto him. Before you know it, he’s bouncing you up and down on his thick girth.

“Ganbare, ganbare,” Sukuna teases. His thumb wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re doing so good for me, heheheheheh…”

He throws his head back as the pleasure of your virgin cunt overwhelms him. He’ll gladly keep you right on his cock for eternity if he chooses to do so.

[creamflix]

EPISODE #2 — CATG1RLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! — featuring choso kamo (1.9k words) & suguru geto (1.7k words) content warnings reader wears cat ears, dub-con, yandere themes (over-obsessive (!!), overprotective (!!), mentions of murder (!!)), unprotected sex + creampies, manhandling, mean dom! suguru, dom! choso, collaring, pet-play, recording during sex, whiney + pussy drunk choso, degradation + humiliation, mindbreak + dumbification, cock drunk reader

— kinktober masterlist ♰ general masterlist

CHOSO’s hands tremble as he watches you. 

you’re just standing there, adjusting your cute little cat ears in the mirror like it’s nothing, but to him? god, it’s everything. his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest, his dick already straining against his pants from the sight of you. you’re too cute, too perfect — so much so that it’s almost painful, and he’s seconds away from losing it completely.

“choso?” you call out softly, glancing at him over your shoulder, your innocent tone only making it worse. “are you okay, baby? you look —”

but before you can finish your sentence, he’s on you, crowding you against the dresser with his larger frame, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck as his hands grip your waist tightly. he can’t form the words to explain what’s happening to him, can’t tell you how your cuteness has him on the verge of tears, how every little thing you do makes his chest feel like it’s going to explode.

“s-sorry… i can’t —” he gasps, his voice already shaky as he presses himself against you, desperate for any sort of relief. “i can’t take it, baby, i—fuck, you’re too cute. y-you don’t even know what you do to me…”

his hips grind into you as he speaks, and you can feel just how hard he is, his cock throbbing against your ass even through his clothes. the desperation in his voice is palpable, and you can tell he’s barely holding it together. when you turn to look at him, his eyes are glossy, his lips parted as he pants heavily.

“choso,” you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, but that only seems to break the last bit of control he has left. his breath hitches, and before you know it, he’s dragging you to the bed, practically throwing you onto the mattress as he fumbles with his belt, hands shaking so much he can barely get his pants off.

“p-please… please let me,” he’s babbling now, voice full of need as he kneels between your legs, already tugging your panties down. “i need you, i need to feel you—so bad, baby. it hurts…”

he’s barely holding it together, and the second he frees his cock, he’s pressing the tip against your slick entrance, groaning softly at the wetness already coating you. but he doesn’t wait — can’t wait. he’s too far gone. 

with one quick thrust, he’s inside you, burying himself to the hilt, and the feeling of your tight, wet heat around him almost sends him into tears right then and there.

“oh fuck… oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he whimpers, his voice cracking as he pulls out just to slam back into you. his whole body shudders as he moves, and the way he’s already so deep inside you has you gasping beneath him, clenching around his thick length as his pace picks up.

but choso’s not done. no, the moment he feels your walls tighten around him, it’s like something snaps in him, and his thrusts grow frantic, sloppy, desperate. he’s fucking you like a man possessed, eyes squeezed shut as he babbles uncontrollably, his hands gripping your hips so tight they’ll probably leave marks.

“f-fuck, fuck, you’re so —” his voice cracks again, and you realize with a start that he’s whimpering, his hips stuttering as he pounds into you harder, chasing the high that’s building inside him. “so good, baby… so good for me, so tight, i can’t — i can’t fucking take it. i’m… oh god, i’m gonna cum already, i —”

you can hear the panic in his voice, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he tries to hold himself back. but he can’t. you’re too perfect, too tight, too cute, and it’s driving him out of his mind.

“choso…” you moan, reaching up to pull him down closer, his face now buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you with abandon, his hips slapping against yours with every desperate thrust. you can feel the wet heat of his tears against your skin, and the sound of his broken whimpers sends a shiver down your spine.

“i-i can’t… i can’t do it,” he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion as he presses himself impossibly deeper, grinding into you with each thrust. “you’re too much… too perfect. i don’t deserve you — fuck, you’re so tight. ‘m sorry, baby, i can’t help it. i can’t… oh god, i’m gonna cum, i’m so close…”

his words are spilling out in a continuous stream of needy, pussy-drunk babbling, and you can feel just how close he is, his cock twitching inside you as his movements grow more erratic. and then you hear it — the softest little sob escaping his lips as he completely loses himself in the sensation of you, his thrusts turning messy, frantic, desperate to reach his release.

as choso pounds into you, body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure, his tear-filled eyes catch a glimpse of the cat ears perched on your head. the fuzzy little things are slightly askew — probably from how hard he's been fucking you — but they’re still there, perched so cutely on top of your head. for a moment, the sight of you, flushed and panting beneath him with those ears still on, nearly short-circuits his brain.

he swears he can barely see straight, his vision blurred by the tears filling his eyes, but when those ears come back into focus, it drives him insane — completely insane.

“f-fuck,” he snarls, though his voice cracks from desperation, a dangerous mix of aggression and need. his hips slam into you harder, each thrust deeper, more punishing. “god, y-you… look at you. those fucking ears. you think you can just wear them and expect me to hold back?”

his words are slurred, teetering between broken babbling and rough, possessive snarls. it’s like he’s warring with himself, torn between the raw need to destroy you and the overwhelming softness he feels, the need to hold on to something so precious.

“cute little thing… driving me fucking insane,” he growls low, his grip tightening on your hips as his cock slams even deeper inside you. “you’re mine, baby — mine — you get that? nobody else gets to see you like this. nobody else gets to have you. you’re all fucking mine.”

he’s panting heavily, chest heaving, his voice cracking between each rough thrust as his emotions churn violently inside him. he wants to be soft, to worship how cute you are, but something darker claws its way to the surface, the possessiveness boiling over into something almost primal.

his head dips down, tears staining his flushed cheeks, but his gaze locks on those ears again — the ears he bought for the both of you, for that stupid halloween party you were supposed to go to tonight — but instead, you’re beneath him, completely cock-drunk, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“fuck… baby,” his voice turns shaky, whiny even, but there’s a hard edge to it, like he’s just barely holding on. “you’re… you’re so fucking cute, i can’t — god, i can’t —” his thrusts grow erratic, hips slamming wildly into you as he whimpers and moans, overwhelmed by your tight heat and the image of those cat ears on your head.

“shit… those fucking ears…” he chokes out, voice cracking as his hands come up to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head roughly. “you think — fuck — you think i’m just gonna let this slide? you look too cute, baby… you… you don’t get it… i’m gonna ruin you — fuck, i’m gonna ruin this cute little body.”

you whimper beneath him, and he lets out a shaky, guttural groan. his cock twitches deep inside you, harder than ever, and he swears the sight of you in those ears makes him lose whatever fragile control he had left.

“don’t look at me like that,” he snarls, voice raw as he leans down, lips brushing over your neck, leaving biting kisses along the way. “fuck… i c-can’t take it. you’re gonna make me fucking lose it. i… i’ll never let you go… never. you’re too perfect — too fucking perfect for me to share.”

his hips snap against yours, harder, faster, desperate as he battles the overwhelming need to own you completely. he growls in your ear, teeth grazing your skin, each possessive word dripping from his mouth like venom.

“n-no one… no one else can touch you like this,” he spits, voice trembling between aggression and whining, his need for you overwhelming. “they even try, and i’ll fucking kill them. i’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you from me.”

his tone is feral, his hips driving into you with an intensity that makes you dizzy, but then his gaze flickers back to your face, tear-streaked and beautiful, those fucking cat ears still on, and his aggression melts back into a whimper.

“oh god — oh god, baby,” he babbles, voice slurred and desperate, as his thrusts grow frantic, erratic. “you’re… so cute, so fucking cute — gonna make me… make me fucking cum so hard, i can’t — fuck, you’re too much…”

his hands are shaking, body trembling as he grips your wrists even tighter, nearly shaking as he leans down to kiss you, his lips needy, teeth grazing your bottom lip.

“y-you’re mine,” he babbles, voice cracking with emotion. “you’re mine… my pretty little kitty… i can’t let you go, can’t ever let you go. fuck, i’ll — i’ll destroy anyone who tries…”

and then his blurry vision catches those ears again, the fuzzy little things wobbling slightly as he pounds into you, and something snaps inside him. his cock twitches violently, his whole body shaking with how close he is to completely losing control.

“god — don’t move those ears,” he whines, breath hitching as he slams into you, rough and deep. “please… please… baby, keep them on, f-for me… you look so fucking cute — i… i can’t…”

his voice is high-pitched now, slurred, and teetering on a sob. the desperation in his tone is palpable, the way he’s clinging to you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“gonna cum so fucking hard — so fucking hard, baby — oh fuck, i can’t… can’t take it — i’m gonna fucking fill you up,” he cries out, body tensing as he gets impossibly rougher, driven purely by instinct and overwhelming lust. “you’re mine. all fucking mine.”

with one final, erratic thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching violently as he finally spills inside you, letting out a broken cry. his whole body shakes, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clings to you desperately.

“thank you, t-thank you, baby,” he whimpers through labored breaths, his voice trembling as his cock continues to throb inside you. “you’re mine… my pretty little kitty… n-never… never letting you go…”

his voice trails off into soft whimpers as he continues to thrust weakly into you, his cock still twitching as he fills you up, his mind completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. and as you finally let yourself go, cumming around him with a soft moan, you can feel him trembling beneath you, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he holds you close, his heart still racing.

and even as he’s coming down from his high, his cock still buried deep inside you, he catches another glimpse of those cat ears, and it makes him shudder, his body reacting like he’s ready to go again.

“fuck… those ears…” he murmurs, breathless. “god… you’re so perfect. too fucking perfect…i love you” he whispers brokenly, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he finally starts to come down from his high. “i love you so much… fuck, baby, you’re too cute. i can’t handle it…”

SUGURU always liked to admire you in every possible way. 

from the casual days when you’d wear oversized hoodies and sunhats, to those cutesy moments when you managed to convince him to match your ridiculous frog hats. no matter what you had on, you always looked perfect to him. well, except for one thing.

cat ears.

he’s never seen you wear those, and when he brings it up, you always laugh it off. “they’re so outdated, sugu! plus, it’s so cringe.” but suguru? he isn’t going to let that go so easily.

he’s stubborn when it comes to these little things, especially when it involves the idea of seeing you in something so specific, something that could flip a switch deep inside him.

tonight, it’s one of those nights where you both get lost in the heady intensity of the moment, the dim lights casting just enough of a shadow to make everything feel deliciously intimate. you’re on all fours, his strong hands gripping your waist as he takes you from behind, deep and slow at first, like he’s savoring every second, every sound you make.

your voice is hoarse from crying out, pleads slipping through your lips between breathy moans. “s-suguru, please… it feels —” you gasp as he tightens the custom choker around your throat, his name engraved in delicate diamonds. it’s tighter than usual tonight, just enough to cut off your air supply in a way that leaves you dizzy, your senses on fire.

“what was that, pretty?” he growls, leaning over you, his lips brushing your ear as his fingers dig into your hips, steadying your trembling body. “use your words.”

“so… so good,” you manage to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. “feels so —”

before you can finish, he pulls back, his hands leaving your waist for just a second, and you feel the cool touch of something being placed on your head. you don’t even have time to react before he’s shoving your face into the mattress, his weight pinning you down as his pace picks up, thrusts harder, rougher.

“look at you,” he mutters, and you feel his hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back roughly so your body arches. your vision blurs from the tears pooling in your eyes, but you catch a glimpse of his digicam in the mirror propped up at the side of the bed. he always films these moments, every expression you make, every time you fall apart beneath him.

but this time, it’s different. he’s got you in focus, every angle perfect, and then you see them — cat ears perched on your head.

“suguru, what —”

“shh,” he cuts you off with a tug on your hair, forcing you to keep your eyes locked on the mirror, on the sight of yourself wearing those ears he’s gifted you. “just look at yourself. you see how pretty you are? wearing the ears i bought you, wearing my choker —” his voice drops to a low, teasing purr. “— you’re mine. every part of you.”

your heart races as you meet your own reflection, your face flushed and tear-streaked, the cat ears perfectly perched on your head like some twisted accessory, the choker around your neck shimmering in the dim light as a constant reminder of who you belong to.

“suguru, i —”

“quiet,” he growls, yanking your head back harder, his other hand gripping your throat, just under the choker, applying pressure until your breath hitches. “you’ll speak when i tell you to.”

you whimper, your body trembling under the intensity of it all — the way he’s controlling every part of you, making you watch yourself fall apart in front of his camera, the weight of his dominance heavy in the air.

he pulls out suddenly, only to push you down onto your back, the shift in position making your head spin. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he leans over you, the digicam still recording every movement, every expression.

“look at you,” he says again, his voice low, rough, as his eyes roam over your body, the way the cat ears frame your face. “so fucking perfect. you don’t even know, do you?”

you shake your head weakly, tears still threatening to spill as you gasp for breath, his pace relentless as he thrusts into you again, harder this time. your hands claw at his back, desperate to hold onto something, anything.

“these ears suit you,” he grins, leaning down to kiss you, biting your bottom lip just hard enough to make you gasp. “makes you look like the perfect little pet f’me.”

the intensity of his words, his actions, everything sends you spiraling. “s-sugu—”

“that’s right, baby,” he groans, eyes half-lidded as he watches the way you struggle to keep up, the way your body trembles beneath him. “keep saying my name. let me hear you.”

you can barely speak anymore, your throat raw from moaning and crying out, but his demand is enough to push you over the edge, and you scream his name, feeling the overwhelming pleasure rip through your body.

“that’s my girl,” he mutters, his voice low and possessive as he watches you, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, his thumb brushing over the choker. “mine. every single inch of you.”

he finishes right after you, his breath ragged as he presses his body into yours, keeping you pinned under him as you both ride out the high. but his eyes don’t leave you for a second. your expression — completely dazed, flushed, lips parted as you struggle to catch your breath — does something to him, sparks something primal.

"fuck," he growls, barely giving you a moment before he’s reaching for the digicam on the nightstand, grabbing it almost too roughly, and shoving it in your face. you’re too lost in your post-climax haze to register what’s happening right away, until you feel his hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look directly into the lens.

“look at you,” he hisses, eyes dark with lust and something more — something dangerous. “look at how fucking sinful you look right now. all ruined for me.”

he holds your face tight, his fingers digging into your skin as he angles the camera, making sure every inch of your flushed, wrecked face is caught on film. you can’t even think straight, your mind still clouded, but the possessiveness in his voice, the way his eyes burn with something obsessive, has you trembling.

“you know you’re mine, don’t you?” his voice is a low, dangerous growl, sending shivers down your spine. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch you, to fuck you. only me.”

you nod weakly, but that’s not enough for him. he leans closer, his grip on your chin tightening, the edge in his voice unmistakable. “say it.”

“i-i’m yours,” you stammer, barely able to get the words out as he holds you there, your face still shoved in front of the camera, the red recording light reflecting in his eyes like a predator cornering its prey.

“damn right you are,” he sneers, satisfied, but his hand doesn’t let go. his gaze hardens, and the next words that leave his mouth send a chill through your bones. “and if anyone tries to come between us — anyone tries to take you from me —” he pauses, smirking darkly, “they won’t even live long enough to regret it.”

you blink through the haze, and it’s then that you realize his breathing’s gotten more erratic, and his eyes — those deep, sharp eyes —are nearly wild now, like something inside him has snapped. he’s still holding the camera close to your face, filming every inch of your wrecked expression, but now he’s... rambling. a dark, possessive stream of thoughts that pours from his lips without pause, like he’s talking more to himself than to you.

“no one else could ever have you. no one else could even come close. you’re too perfect for anyone but me. and god, if anyone even thought about coming between us…” his grip on your chin tightens, hard enough that it’s starting to hurt. “i’d tear them apart. no hesitation. i’d make sure they’d never touch you, never even look at you again.”

you shudder beneath him, a small part of you, deep in the back of your mind, that’s starting to feel... worried. the way he’s talking, the intensity in his voice — it’s like he’s slipping away, like you’re reaching for him, but he’s just out of reach.

you try to speak, to pull him back. “s-suguru, i —”

but he isn’t listening. his hand cups your face now, almost tenderly, but the look in his eyes is anything but. “you’d never leave me, right? you’d never... try to go?” his voice softens for a moment, but the sharp edge is still there, hovering just beneath the surface. “because if you did... well, i don’t think i’d be able to handle that. i’d lose it. completely. and, darling, i’m not sure what i’d do.”

he’s still filming you, still holding your face, but his grip is tighter now, more desperate. you can feel the tension in his body, the way his words seem to carry a weight that’s sinking deeper and deeper into his mind. your heart races, not just from the intensity of everything but from the realization that something about this moment has him teetering on the edge.

you swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady, trying to pull him back to you. “suguru, i’m not going anywhere,” you whisper, though your breath hitches with the pressure of his hand. “i’m yours, remember?”

his eyes flicker, and for a second, you see the suguru you know, the one who adores you, the one who treats you like you’re his entire world. but it’s fleeting, and before you can even catch your breath, he’s leaning in closer, the camera still recording, his voice dropping to a near-maniacal whisper.

“mine,” he repeats, almost to himself, like he’s reaffirming it, reassuring himself. “always mine.”

and as his lips brush against your ear, his breath hot and shaky, you can’t help but feel that slight tug of fear deep in your gut. he’s still your suguru — your darling suguru — but right now… he’s out of reach. you can only hope that the next time he pulls you close, he won’t hold you too tightly.

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SHE ft. SATORU & SUGURU / Reader but check your window.. he’s at your window 𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁˖

on one of your few off days you decided to fill the night with a true blood marathon and shitty snacks. unfortunately for you, a bump in the night suddenly stills all your plans

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ TAGS ╲ pre-established relationship | “dub-con” | roleplay | ghostface kink | double penetration | porn with little plot | knife play | degradation kink | slight predator and prey | overuse of pet names | rough sex | manhandling | oral sex | threesome | reader is depicted as black but of course this fic is for everyone

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ NOTES ╲ i posted this on wattpad & ao3 & completely forgot to post this here. if you know my old account “selfishdoll” i made a similar fic before that a lot of people loved. this is a rewrite / rework. i was supposed to make a continuation but 🤷🏾‍♀️. also this is a way to ease from mouthwashing back into jjk. don’t worry i’m not done with mw i just would like to get back writing jjk again. as always please excuse any typos & or grammar mistakes <3

"C'mon baby.." You crooned softly, blinking and squinting in an attempt to spot your beloved dog. It was dark outside, the sky painted in a pretty black with specks of white lazily dotted across the canvas. And while your backyard light helped your sight, it did little when your black dog seemed to mix in with the background. Regardless after a still moment the pretty little thing came bundling from the darkness, tail wagging and rushing into your home. You smiled, sliding the glass door closed and flicking the lock— listening for that signature click to assure it was locked.

You turned in time to see the puppy waltz over to his bed, scratching at the perfectly folded blanket for a moment before being satisfied with the bundle he created. You had no idea why you continued to fold the blanket at all. Maybe you enjoyed watching the furry beast mess with it, or maybe you were just a control freak that needed order in every way; even when it came to old, dingy rags that belonged to a canine.

Anyway, tonight wasn't the night to delve into that. You had planned to lay across the couch, watching True Blood while devouring just about every snack in your house.

Whoever created the system known as "Paid Time Off" deserved a huge smooch.

You walked over to your kitchen, opening the fridge and snatching a cold soda and water bottle. Setting them off to the side, you then moved onto a small box of assorted chocolates all ranging from caramel and other delicious nougats. Finished with your cold items you shut the fridge, moving over to your pantry and snatching the door open. Your eyes moved about the cans, noodles, and other dried goods before settling on the little corner dedicated to your chips and cookies.

You came closer, outstretching your arm towards the corner and grabbing the first bag. Dragging it forward, you quickly realize your laziness would be the death of you; given the moment your hand moved the bag brushed against a box of elbow macaroni, knocking it to the ground. The force caused the contents to spill right there infront of you, a loud groan escaping you as you looked at the mess. What's more, your dog rushed from his bed, bounding over in hopes of lapping up the hard food, clearly reacting on greed rather than knowing what it even was.

"Nuh uh— go, back to your bed!" You huffed in an authoritative tone, watching the greedy thing rush back to his bed with a little gruff. You rolled your eyes, placing your chips off to the side and grabbing your broom from the closet beside you. Slowly you began to sweep up your mess, assuring to get every single noodle as not to attract bugs or greedy dogs that act like they haven't been fed in years.

Once swept all into a pile, you kneeled down to hold your dustpan flat— balancing and using your other hand to sweep the trash into it. A minute passed and you were finished, rising to your full height and walking over to the trash bin; emptying the dustpan. With that little hiccup solved you moved on; putting the cleaning supplies away, washing your hands, and grabbing your snacks on the way to the couch.

You walked around the plush furniture, flopping on the makeshift palette of blankets you created. Sinking into the comfort, you reached over for the remote and started the episode; a blissful smile crossing your features. You opened your chips, pressing the bag up against your arm whilst using your other hand to grab one, chomping without a care.

Your eyes focused on the tv screen for a while before they shifted over to a sudden light on your coffee table. Your phone. You reached over, grabbing the device and bringing it closer. There, after using facial ID, you noticed a missed call. The contact?

Unknown.

Your eyebrows drew close, swiping up and clicking your call logs. Pressing the one labeled unknown you watched it ring for a moment, pressing speaker as you were too lazy to bring it to your ear. It rung for what seemed like minutes, your hand slowly going slack from how long you were waiting. And just when you thought of putting your phone down the familiar sound of the call being accepted echoed throughout your living room.

"Hello?" You called softly, bringing the receiver closer to your mouth. When you heard nothing, for the first few seconds you pulled back; wondering if they ended it. But no, the seconds counted by, both phones clearly still on call. So you gave a much louder greeting, hoping for a response.

And, you were given one. You just.. didn't quite enjoy it.

Heavy breathing came from the other line, fanning against the receiver in a rather unnerving rhythm. A prank caller? The possibility ran through your mind as you listened, bringing the phone close to your ear. You sat there, unmoving— attempting to listen harder than what physically possible.

In doing so, you didn't notice your beloved dog hop up from his rest until his barks caused you to nearly jump out of your skin. You spun around, spotting his attention to the glass door separating the outside from your home. Your stomach quickly became a pit of fear, rising from your couch and waltzing over to the kitchen.

Flicking the overhead light on, you soon reached the patio light. As nervous as ever you flicked the light on, anticipating the worst. But, as your eyes scanned what you could see, nothing popped out. Nothing alarming, nothing worth barking over surely.

You sighed, shoulders falling from its previous stiff position, glancing over at your phone. To your surprise the call had ended in the midst of you inspecting the backyard. Curiosity grew slowly, but you decided against acting on it.

Hearing someone breathe in the phone for another ten mins just wasn't as exciting as it seemed.

You turned the light off, turning to your pet that was currently standing behind you, watching the backyard just as intently. You shook your head, leaning down and collecting him into your arms.

"Time to go to bed honey."

You murmured. You walked towards a door connected to your dining room, opening it and placing the dog onto his feet. Like clockwork he was walking over to his crate tucked to the side, curling up in another bed placed within it. You kneeled down, locking the crate's door before standing.

"Night baby." You spoke as if he could understand, turning on your heel and closing the door behind you. Just in time for your phone to go off.

The ringer was loud, an annoying mistake that caused you to quickly press your finger against the sound button, lowering its volume. You brought your phone to your face, contorting your expression the moment you read the contact.

Unknown.

Okay, this is getting annoying.. You thought to yourself, accepting the call as you moved back to your couch. With your annoyance slightly clear you greeted the caller, bottom making contact with the cushions and sinking in.

For moment all was silent, causing your annoyance to deepen. Again, it seemed you have fallen for another prank or scam— regardless of what it was, it was ruining your True Blood all nighter. You opened your mouth to speak again, only to be rudely interrupted by another's voice.

"Hello."

The voice was gravely, scratchy, and deep.. slightly unnerving as well. You waited for the person to speak again, but was met with nothing. Just.. more heavy breathing.

"Uhm.." You dragged, attempting to remain polite despite your frustration. "—You've called twice already.. is this like a wrong number situation or?.."

For a moment the voice didn't speak, as if fully processing what you said. Then, they muttered in that same voice;

"Oh, really? I'm sorry, I must have called the wrong number."

Your shoulders relaxed, leaning back against your couch. "Hey, it's okay. It happens to me sometimes too." You decided to laugh it off, a little surprised when you heard the stranger do the same. "Well, goodbye—"

"Wait.. we don't have to cut the call so soon."

Your eyebrows twitched, the amusement from before slowly trickling away. "Uhm.. what?"

"C'mon, you don't seem to be busy. How about we chat for a while?"

You looked around, as if searching for an imaginary camera to capture your reaction; which was a look of disbelief that slowly formed into a scowl.

"Er— I am. I'm trying to watch True Blood."

"True Blood? That one southern vampire show?" The stranger questioned, listening out for your little hum of acknowledgement. He chuckled softly, a breathy thing that fanned into your phone. "So, you like scary media?"

Your eyes rolled, "True Blood isn't scary by any means but— yes, I guess I do like most scary things."

"Yeah? What's your favorite?"

"And why on Earth would I tell you?"

You heard rustling on the other side of the line, causing your interest to pique. You wanted to ask what he was doing, but something told you not to. Regardless, you weren't sure he would give much of an answer anyway. You two didn't even know each other's names after all.

"For fun. Don't you like to have fun?"

"With complete strangers? No." You huffed, biting the inside of your cheek the moment the other laughed. As he talked more, you couldn't help but think how attractive his voice was. Perfectly deep, yet playful enough— as if you could practically hear his smile. Your fingers wrapped around the t-shirt you wore, cringing internally.

A voice? Really? Was it that easy to get you going?

"I.. uh, I guess my favorite would have to be Hellraiser."

"Oh wow..I was expecting something like Halloween or IT. You're a bigger horror nerd than I took you for."

For some reason that caused a sense of pride to enter your body, lips curling into a little smile. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"If that's the case, you wouldn't mind a little pop quiz would you? Since you're.. such a huge fan."

Your eyes trailed over to the television, realizing your little sexy vampire marathon just didn't seem as appealing anymore. Your lips pressed together, lying across the couch and humming softly.

"What do I get when I get all of them right?"

"We'll see.." The other hummed automatically, more shuffling being heard from his end. "But of course, wrong answers will be punished."

"But of course." You chuckled, eyes rolling a bit.

"First question, who was the main antagonist in Hellraiser?"

You scoffed, an are you serious? expression crossing your face. "Pinhead. Duh. If it's gonna be this easy, I should get back to my show."

The stranger laughed softly, "Just warming up. Have some patience." The call went silent for a moment, you assuming he was thinking of another question. This gave you the opportunity to scroll through the many horror flicks you've watched, picking out facts and guessing questions he may ask. A moment passed before he interrupted your concentration;

"What 2016 South Korean zombie film takes place on a train?"

Another, easy one. Truly if it continued like this you might just have to hang up. "Train to Busan."

"Right again! That's two in a row."

"I told you I was good."

"Mm.." The stranger hummed, "How about this.. what movie follows a deaf girl in a world infected by creatures that only react to sound?"

"A quiet place! C'mon stranger y—"

"I'm sorry but that's— incorrect!"

You blinked quickly, eyebrows coming close. "You're lying! It is a quiet p—"

"While you are right, the movie I had in mind was The Silence."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that? Who the hell watched that movie anyway?!" You spoke, sucking your teeth. Your annoyance simmered, nearly boiling over as you heard the other cackle over the line.

"What a sore loser. Since it's only one, you won't get a punishment this time."

You huffed, sinking deeper into the cushions and grumbling something intelligible. "Continue."

He chuckled, enjoying your annoyance far too much. "What are the three rules when taking care of a Mogwai in the film, gremlins?"

You hopped up, grinning ear to ear; confident you had this one in the bag. Your hand stretched out, a finger curling to rest into your palm; "Don't feed it after midnight," another lowered, "no bright lights, and—" the third finger staggered, your eyes widening the moment you realized a ridiculously timed brain fart was interrupting.

"Don't uh.." You dragged, hoping the filler word would somehow cause your brain to work. Of course it didn't, causing you to sit there, mouth gaping like an idiot. A cold sweat brushed over you the moment the other started talking again.. realizing what his words were—

A countdown.

"5...4...3.." The stranger stretched the three; voice masked with amusement, enjoying your struggle. You stumbled, searching urgently for the words that just weren't there.

"Don't—"

"Times up!" The stranger interrupted, laughter hinging onto his words. "Two in a row! Losing your spark so quickly?" He taunted you.

You sighed heavily, leaning back over the couch with your eyes pinched closed in annoyance. You really shouldn't be this frustrated, it was just an odd game between strangers— nothing more. It's not like you were getting money for it. Whatever. You tried to convince yourself, eyes blinking open slowly, widening the moment your vision focused.

There in your backyard, you could have sworn, maybe you were just being paranoid— but.. you swore you saw a figure simply standing there; separated by the glass. But as quickly as you saw it, it was gone, as if nothing more than your mind playing tricks.

You swallowed heavily, turning to lay on your stomach and squint. Hard. Somehow trying to make your eyesight better than what it truly was. But as you continued such strain, you didn't see a thing. Nothing. No explanation, at all.

"You still there, little miss horror fanatic?"

His words caused you to jump, nearly forgetting the cold device pressed to your ear. You pulled the phone back, lips pursing together silently, trying to relax your frantic heart. Talking to a stranger and a horror quiz just wasn't the greatest mix, was it? No wonder you were acting so paranoid.

Slowly you turned to face your television, sinking into the cushions.

"I'm here."

"Good, good— we have to figure out your punishment after all."

You rolled your eyes, the fear that was once placated you, disappearing. "And what exactly is my punishment? You hanging up?" You joked, grinning a bit the moment you heard his soft chuckle.

"No, nothing like that. Maybe taking your power will suffice?"

"Wha—"

All at once, every fan, light, and even your television seemed to shut off. You jumped up from the couch, eyes struggling against the darkness of your house as you frantically searched for the remote. You finally found it, slamming your fingers into the power button— but to no avail; it refused to turn on. This caused your anxiety to spike, shallow breaths escaping you.

"Getting scared?"

Without thinking you pulled your phone back from your ear, slamming the end call button. What.. just happened? How did— how did he turn off your power? You desperately searched for an answer, trying to rationalize this madness playing before you.

There was no way he turned off your power purposely.. right? There was just..

You decided to stop thinking, bringing your phone up and pressing the flashlight button. Your hand moved, lighting up your living room— a small act of comfort for your rapidly beating heart. You walked towards the wall, flicking at the switch only to sigh the moment it refused to turn on.

You debated your options. If he had truly been able to shut off your power, how did he do it? Manually? If so, going outside just seemed like the worst choice. Maybe he did it remotely; maybe some kind of phone emp that.. killed everything but your phone?

"That makes.. total sense." You spoke, ridiculing yourself just a little. You leaned against your wall for a moment, the cool structure consoling you. Only, for a moment.

You jumped as your phone rang again, completely shutting off your flashlight, rendering you back to darkness. With a shaky hand you brought the phone close, sucking in a breath as you spotted the name.

You accepted the call, "What did you do?! Why.. why can't I turn on anything?"

Through sputters the other replied, "I did say you would receive a punishment, why are you so surprised?"

"I don't want to play this game anymore, just—" You slowly breathed, trying to calm down. "..please, fix my power."

Your request received silence for a still moment, the only sound being your heart begging to escape your chest. You stood, against that same wall that once comforted you— now doing the exact opposite.

Finally, he spoke.

"If you get this answer correctly, I just might."

You pulled the phone from your ear to release a shaky breath, eyes squinting closed. You had no faith in yourself for answer nor the stranger to not give you a trick question. But, it seemed the only way to get what you wanted was to play by his rules.

"Fine." You muttered, bringing the phone back to your ear.

"Good. So I shouldn't expect whining if you get it wrong and I punish you — right?" The smile was clear in his speech, a potent dare that he was just begging you to accept. And against your better judgment, you did; muttering out a simple yes squeezing the fabric of your clothes between your fingers.

"Excellent! And to make this even more fun, how about a speed round? Ready? Let's go; what is the name of the fictional town in which the events of Halloween take place?"

"Haddonfield."

"Correct!— Which horror movie features a family being terrorized by doppelgängers?—"

"Us!"

"Right again! Two more sweetheart, and you'll get your beloved power back!"

You breathed heavily, tightening the hold on your phone. Calm down.. you can't think when you're so frantic.

"In 'The Grudge' what is the name of the spirit that curses the house?"

"Ka—kayako Saeki—!"

The other laughed heartily, "You are on a roll! Last one, it's for alllllll the marbles.. where am I?"

In that moment it felt like someone was squeezing your throat, rendering you breathless; clawing at an imaginary hand to fight for breath. Your eyes danced around your dark house, chest tight as little tears pricked at your eyes.

"What?.." Your tone was breathy, fear clearly running through your veins.

"You heard me." The way he spoke, all amusement, all laughter ceasing to exist. This.. wasn't a game anymore, was it?

"Where.. am.. I?"

Tears were streaming at this point, head whipping back and forth between your backyard door and the front. You struggled to pick, knowing the wrong answer meant your demise. You couldn't.. you had to guess right, y—you just.. had to!

"The front door! You're on my porch!"

"Go check."

You swallowed heavily, glancing at the door. Slowly, toy pulled yourself off the wall, shaky footsteps leading you forward. You couldn't hear a thing from the other line, making you wonder if he muted himself. Either way, you didn't care; the thought of hearing him at this moment was just too much to bear. You continued your snail like pace, shaky, gasping as you approached the door. A barrier between you and what you assumed was standing behind it, waiting for you.

You panted softly, watching your own hand reach for the knob as if an out of body experience. Expertly, routinely; your fingers flicked the lock, listening to the usual mechanism. Then, your palm enveloped the golden knob, twisting.. carefully.

Twist.. twist.. pull. Slowly, you opened the door, listening to the hinges for a soft moment before deciding to rip the bandage off— swinging it open the rest of the way, nearly hitting the wall behind if it wasn't for your hand.

And just like that.. all color drained from your face, as you glanced at your porch, your doorstep.

Your completely, empty, doorstep.

Laughter suddenly echoed from your phone, your blood running cold. You sputtered,

"Please! Please just give me another ch—"

Your speech was interrupted as heavy footsteps bounded from your stairs. You whipped around in time to spot a large figure cloaked in black, face covered rushing towards you. You screeched, scrambling to make it out of the door, only for his arms to suddenly wrap around your waist, stilling your movement.

"You lost.." The tone in your ear was sing-songy, arms tightening the more you struggled. You felt the plastic of his mask dig into your neck as he leaned into, fingers digging into your flesh almost perversely. "Poor, poor [Name]."

Before you could whine out, you were met with the sound of your power being restored. You gaped like a fish, confused completely. If he was here now, how the hell did it turn back on?

An answer quickly presented itself. One, you didn't quite like.

Footsteps carried from your porch, and through glossy eyes you spotted another figure approaching your home. The one holding you backed up a bit, carrying you with him— and allowing his partner-in-crime to enter your home. Once he did so, he shut the door behind him, locking it and snickering softly.

"I was gonna lose anyway.. wasn't I?"

"So smart.." The stranger, the mask you immediately recognized as Ghostface mumbled, approaching you. You whimpered the moment his fingers went for your face, caressing it slowly as his other hand reached for his mask, slowly lifting it halfway to reveal his simmering smirk.

Ghostface leaned close, lips pressing against the side of your eye, removing the tears. "I think we scared her too much.. Look at those tears."

The Ghostface behind you chuckled, pressing himself closer to effectively squish you between the two of them.

"I don't think so. She enjoyed this more than she let on, obviously." A hand released your waist to grasp your cheek, turning your face just a tad. "You got turned on by this.. didn't you? The thought of losing, the thought of us coming in here— claiming our reward and dealing out your punishment?"

You whined, unable to speak from their touches and the pressure. They took your lack of words as an answer, the Ghostface infront of you chuckling as his lips treaded down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin just to feel you shudder. While the other slowly backed the three of you to your couch.

Soon enough your bottom hit the plush cushions, unable to fully register what was happening as your lips were suddenly taken in a full kiss. You couldn't keep up at this point, feeling hands reach for your clothes; top gone, bottoms next. The cool air brushed against your skin, quickly warmed by their touch. You felt a hand ghost down the curve of your plush stomach, pushing past the elastic of your panties— gloved fingers brushing against your warm cunt.

"Soaking my fucking glove.." One spoke, clearly not the one kissing you as his lips continued to bite marks along your skin, sinking in deeply when you attempted to close your legs. "Don't be so shy.. let me in, sweetheart."

His words were soft, nearly comforting as you felt fingers spread you, another coming to circle your swollen bud. You finally pulled away from the kiss, a whisper of a moan escaping your swollen lips. You squirmed, not fighting, but unable to control yourself due to the pleasure.

The Ghostface that had just kissed you chuckled, leaning close to press his lips against the side of your face. "Feels that good.. huh?" His hand dragged your body, reaching your thighs, a soft huff escaping the moment he realized you still had your panties on.

"You're so lazy." His words were directed to his partner, tone ranging between annoyed and amused.

The other chuckled, continuing his the slow circles upon your clit, "You want them off so bad, do it yourself." And with that he devoured your mouth in a sweet kiss, tongue intruding your lips to spread along your wet caravan, reclaiming the space.

Ghostface 1 tutted softly, hand moving away from your body to instead sift through his pocket. Your eyes slowly opened, watching as he revealed a pocket knife, flipping it open in on swift motion. You whined softly as you felt the sharp tip drag across your skin, the cold silver causing you to shiver far too harshly..

"Relax.. I would hate to knick you." He spoke, though doing one more playful drag before reaching your hip, carefully catching your panty onto the sharp edge before flicking it up— ruining them. You would have complained if it wasn't for the mouth occupying you at the moment.

Ghostface 1 tossed away the knife onto your coffee table, grabbing the ruined garments and tearing it off the rest of the way. With that, his companion used his free hand to grace the inside of your thigh, pushing it open whilst the other did the same; exposing your wet cunt.

With more access, another hand reached low, gathering your dripping essence, smoothing it between his gloved fingers. And with a single push two fingers were inserting you, reaching deep and spreading against your gummy walls.

Again you pulled away from a kiss, moaning— pitch piquing as those damned digits curled. Ghostface 2 chuckled, continuing the ministrations on your pretty bud while his lips carried down your form.

"So fucking wet.. you like this? All this attention?"

Little tears of pleasure threatened to tread down your face as your legs shook, reaching over to squeeze one of their arms— which of course, was more than welcomed. You felt a free hand knead your breast, thumb flicking and pressing into your nipple gently.

"Hey, he asked a question— or are you too fucked out already?" The first Ghostface chuckled, quickening the pace of his fingers, the squelches of your pretty pussy echoing through the room. He leaned close, nipping at your skin, scissoring you and spreading you open.

"Ye—yes!" You were finally able to muster, a band forming and wounding in your stomach as they continued. Your response was enough for them, laughter carrying between them, one even softly mocking your declaration.

"Such a fucking slut, all excited over two Ghostfaces using you up."

"Ruining you for just about anyone else.."

Your head rolled back against the couch, as blissfull sounds escaped, eyes pinched close from the pleasure. Your thighs tightened with each pass of one's finger upon your clit, and the other's thrust of their fingers. They were right, you were ruined— completely. And they had just begun to play with you.

You whimpered and whined, fingers digging into their covered arms, crying out as a hot tongue spread along your areola, dragging the swollen bud into his mouth. You were close, so, so close. That end heading towards you rapidly, stomach tightening into knots as pure gibberish fell from your pretty lips.

And all too quickly you were coming undone, moaning so loudly you were sure the neighbors could hear. For a moment your vision was blurred, the only feeling being their fingers helping your ride out your high.

"What a mess, your poor couch."

"Here, be good and clean me up." Soaked, gloved fingers were dragging across your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth open gently. With little issue your lips parted, allowing his digits to press against your tongue. You dragged your appendage across him, tasting your own arousal and bitter leather. You continued your show, gagging slightly the moment he pushed his fingers just a bit farther.

"Look at that.." Ghostface 2 mumbled, far too excited as his piercing gaze resting on you. Suddenly he was standing up, walking around your couch to stand behind you. Ghostface 1 seemed to catch onto his plan, given he was removing his fingers before grasping you a bit roughly, switching you onto your knees.

Your hands held the hard frame of your couch, breathing softly as a gentle hand grasped your chin. Your eyes carried up to the long figure infront of you, warming as his thumb wiped away the combined mess on your lips.

"Pretty girl.." He cooed, leaning down to your height to plant his lips to your own. Your eyes fluttered shut, moaning into the kiss as you felt the other behind you spread your legs wide, hand brushing across your back to make the perfect arch.

In unison you heard fabric moving before two pairs of belts were being fiddled with. This caused your heart to skip a beat, anticipation and want shuddering throughout you.

Soon enough you were being released from the kiss, eyes landing upon the one before you, watching as he tugged down his bottoms. Short tufts of fluffy white hairs lined his belly and his groin, carefully groomed. He was long, length a pretty pale, veins running along his shaft with a hot red tip.

"No way.. don't tell me you got this excited just from seeing his dick." Ghostface 1 chuckled behind you, dragging his knuckles across your snatch for a moment before gently slapping your messy cunt, the soft plap echoing throughout the room.

You gasped out, lunging forward just a bit from the sudden action. He didn't let you move much though, fingers dipping into your sides and pulling you against him, feeling his own heavy length gliding across you.

Your attention was once against moved as a hand grabbed your chin, thumb pressing against your lips and parting them. You moaned the moment his tip pressed against you, feeling his pre-cum smear across the brim. And slowly, he fed you each inch of his cock, his own groan causing you to shudder.

And what's more, just when you thought you could relax, you felt the other's tip glide across your slit before slowly pushing in, spreading you so perfectly.

As if made for them.

Ghostface 2 started first, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing them forward, filling your mouth easily. Your cheeks hallowed, jaw going slack as his slow pace started. His breath was heavy against the mask, hand rising to your hair and curling his fingers through it while his other hand gently caressed your face.

Ghostface 1 was next, hands digging to your hips as his own hips pulled back until only his tip remained inside of you. With little care he thrusted all the way back in, stifling a laugh as a surprised moan escaped you.

"Sorry, should I have warned you?" He questioned, refusing to give you even a moment to reply before his thrusts picked up, driving his cock into you with no mercy. With each push your breasts were pressing against the couch, the soft fabric stimulating you even more.

A struggled gasp escaped you as a tug came at your hair, fingers grabbing your cheeks rather roughly as the Ghostface infront of you picked up his own pace— reacting out of pure jealousy.

"Don't give him so much attention, sweetheart. Just focus on me." Ghostface 2 chuckled, speech stuttering as he continued. Your mouth felt far too good, sucking him so gently as your tongue dragged along his length. The man's head tilted back, muttering swears trying to keep control as he fucked your pretty face.

Meanwhile Ghostface 1 chuckled, leaning over your form to press his lips right against your ear. "Yet who's the one making you feel so good?" He spoke, slamming his hips, your ass rippling with each hit. You melted, so palpable as a string moans escaped you, smothered by the warm length occupying your mouth. You could barely focus, barely breath— relying only on feeling.

Your mouth being stuffed. Your cunt as well. The way you shook with their rhythmic thrusts, nearly toppling over if it wasn't for one's strong hold. How your arousal and much more trickled down your thighs, definitely dirtying your couch even further.

All of it.. so overwhelming yet, so, so good. You didn't need to think, breathe, nothing. Just kneeling there was enough, allowing the pleasure to consume you.

Tears trailed down chubby cheeks, wiped away by your second lover's tender thumb, gentle compared to how roughly he was using your mouth. Words of praise and encouragement fell from their lips, falling on deaf ears as you felt yourself grow more lost.

Far too quickly you felt your peak approaching, withering as the two pumped in and out of you without a care. You squeezed the couch underneath you, garbled moans escaped you as you spasmed; releasing all over your lover.

"Squeezing me so damn tightly.." The man behind you muttered, the sound of shuffling and something hitting the coffee table being heard. Once again a warm body was covering you, except the familar feeling of silky long hair tickled your exposed skin.

"Felt that good, huh? Can't believe you convinced us to do this— [Name]." Suguru chuckled right into your ear, head going slack as his ruts inside you continued you.

You would be embarrassed, mouth loose with excuses if it wasn't already full. Your eyes settled upon your other lover, moaning against his dick— tongue nice and flat the moment his hips stuttered.

And with a sharp groan he was painting your mouth, pulling you close to assure you didn't waste a single drop.

Suguru was last to let go, fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave marks. In one last thrust he was filling you up, shivering as he felt your walls tightened from the motion.

Satoru's hand rose, feeling at the mask for a moment before tugging it off; tossing it to the side to reveal his pretty face. His grin was far too apparent, pulling his hips back the moment he was satisfied. He watched carefully as you swallowed his mess, leaning down to kiss at your face and remark how good you were.

"You have fun?"

"Just a little." You spoke softly, ignoring the soft ache of your voice. You shivered as your dark-haired lover unsheathed himself within you, feeling him switch around to sit on the couch.

Soon enough his hands were reaching for you, pulling you to sit on his lap whilst his face rested in your neck.

"More than a little, you were practically screaming with glee when I grabbed you."

"Oh shut it.."

[gunslingrr]

Could I get some uhhhhh

Headcanons for husband Geto

OFCCCC the way I was working on some LMAO

HUSBAND!GETO SUGURU HCS !

warnings - none // pairing - geto suguru x fem!reader

summary - lil hcs for my glorious princess

husband!geto who gives you a bouquet of flowers every anniversary

husband!geto who remembers the smallest things about you (your favorite color, favorite food, what you like and dislike)

husband!geto who takes you to the mall every friday just to take you jewelry shopping (you always end up with four things of jewelry when you leave)

husband!geto who reminds you throughout the day that he loves you by giving you kisses on your neck and face at random times

husband!geto who takes pictures of you while you both are on your little dates together (he always posts them with cute captions like "spending time with my light <3")

husband!geto who you fell for first but he fell harder <333

a/n: I haven't posted in like a month mb.. been running out of ideas lately ����hope these are good enough🙏🏽

© gunslingrr . do not copy, translate, modify, or reupload my work.

[wito-chan-bla-bla]

The first time

Your best friends are offering you a deal that you... can't refuse?

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I can't write smut, so… yes… But I just wanted to write something like that, ah!..

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Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who suggest that you lose your virginity with them because "it's better with us than with an incomprehensible stranger in an alley."

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who pretend to be so confident and experienced that you start to believe they've already had sex. You agree, because they promise you a huge amount of pleasure and tenderness. "We promise, we will be affectionate and kind to you! Just let us give you ~l~o~v~e~."

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who have loved you for many years and even got into a fight over it once. They heard that you liked some guy, and they almost went crazy. You shared your first kiss with them, why not share your first time with them?

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who bring condoms and lube to your bedroom with them. (Just in case. They are going to give you so much fun that no additional measures will be needed). You look at the size on the package with doubt. "Do you know that 'L' means 'large'?" They both just stick their tongues out and wink at you, which you can only swallow at.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are confused and can't look at you once you are completely undressed. You think they're experienced, so you're no longer embarrassed or afraid, as you did once you entered your bedroom. You stand naked in front of them, your chest sticking out, waiting for them to take action.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who just can't budge. They always thought you were cute and pretty, but now? You are a goddess. They are not sure that they are ready to "desecrate" your body.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are about to leave because they feel ashamed of their own actions, but then you go over and kiss Suguru on the lips and start removing Satoru's clothes. They both freeze in shock before succumbing closer to you, to your warm skin and the gentle touch they've always dreamed of.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who become hard just from the fact that you lightly touched their cocks. Both of them have been dreaming about this for so long that they can now cum from any of your touch.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who don't let you please them. (And not only for the reasons described above). "This is your special day, baby." Satoru winks at you, trying to hide his own awkwardness, and Suguru silently buries his face in your neck, leaving a fleeting kiss.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who put you on the bed and freeze for a few seconds. They either admire your body or try to figure out what to do with you next. They are afraid that they will hurt you. Still, Suguru musters up his resolve and leaves fleeting kisses on your neck before slowly moving down to your chest. Satoru prefers to immediately lower his hand to feel your soft flesh and hardened nipple.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are ready to thank any people or non-humans for being in this situation. They worship your body, ask if everything is okay, kiss you, and make you think you're going to have sex with your boyfriend.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who spend so much time covering your neck with kisses and little possessive marks, gently nibbling your shoulders, complimenting your breasts, and finally playing with your nipples. Fingers slide between them, gently, slowly twisting and squeezing. The sorcerers just can't help but kiss them. But what about the taste? Satoru's teeth only cause a little pain when he nibbles on your nipples and slightly wrinkles his nose to hide his happiness. Suguru focuses on sucking on your nipples as if his life depends on it, his right hand pressing against your cheek and supporting your head so that you can lie down more comfortably.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who aren't quite sure what to do with the bottom of your body. You have to patiently explain what the labia, clitoris, and vagina are, and what to do with them all. Fortunately, boys learn quickly, so you'll soon be lying on your back again, enjoying a treat you never imagined.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are even now trying to fight for you. You have to shush them to stop them from breathing on your pussy and arguing, and they've already done something. In the end, Satoru leans in first and presses a careful kiss to your clit before licking the long way from the bottom of your labia to there. Suguru can only swallow his saliva and bend down to kiss your stomach and mumble that he just can't wait for his turn.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who still find a common language and come to a compromise. Satorus tongue is deep within you, exploring everything slowly and thoroughly. Blue eyes watch your every reaction, so as not to miss the moment when you will be particularly pleased. Satoru may forget mission tasks, but he will never forget where to press his fingers or tongue to make you moan. His big hands rest on your hips, preventing you from closing your legs even a little. Meanwhile, Suguru finds pleasure in sucking and licking your clit, his lips and tongue never leaving it. His dark eyes are also focused on your face, and he wouldn't be able to look away from you even if a gun was held to his forehead. The fingers of his left hand sometimes find themselves deep inside you, exploring everything along with Satoru`s tongue. His other hand plays with your left nipple. You can't refuse him when he gently and quietly asks you to touch another breast that has not received attention.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who almost earn a squint when you cum. They don't know where to look! On your face, on that shock in your eyes, when almost all your most intimate areas are aroused at the same time and so well? Or at your thighs twitching in Satoru's iron grip, the muscles clenching around his fingers, the clit that Suguru continues to cover with kisses? It's all so beautiful that they would love to take lots of photos and record videos, if only it weren't for the fact that they want you to be completely comfortable and trust them!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who unwittingly overstimulate you because they are too interested. They want to know everything about you. They already know your birthday, favorite color, your favorite character from a video game, TV series, and anime, the name of your favorite toy, your favorite food, and much, much more. So what's the problem with finding out what they need to do with your beautiful body to make you cum so hard that the stars will appear in front of your eyes?

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who change to feel you fully. They whisper to each other how wonderful you taste, how wonderful you smell, how hard you squeeze on their fingers or tongue. They say you're a nice, sweet girl who does a great job with everything they give her. They murmur that one day they will make you their own, and you will bathe in love, pleasure and tenderness every day. These words aren't exactly meant for you, but you still get confused and try to hide from them. The sorcerers don't notice it at all, because they're too busy looking at the clear liquid that's all over your thighs.

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who are ready to go completely naked to fight and find out who will take your virginity. You have to stop them and tell them that it will be Suguru, because Satoru is literally shaking with anticipation and you are afraid that he will accidentally hurt you. And while Satoru tries to convince you that he will be gentle and careful with you, Suguru unpacks a fresh pack of condoms.

Best friend!Geto, who intertwines his fingers with your right hand, with the other he holds your left thigh, his cock is about to enter you. Suguru feels his heart beating fast somewhere at the level of his temples, he can't catch his breath, his heart is about to stop from happiness. He carefully moves his hips forward and watches in horror as you grimace. He wants to come out and apologize to you, but calms down and continues to push when you say that you are just a little unpleasant and unusual, but definitely not in pain.

Best friend!Gojo, who lies next to your side and holds your other hand, watching enviously as his friend's cock disappears into the place he's been dreaming of for months. However, Satoru can't complain because he's too busy massaging your clit with his left hand and whispering in your ear that everything will be fine. He showers you with sweet compliments and tells you that soon you will feel so much pleasure that you will forget about the pain. You've already cum as many times as you've never cum in a single week of your life, so you're not sure whether to be happy or tense.

Best friend!Geto, who freezes as soon as his cock is fully inside you. He leans down and covers your cheeks with kisses, gently wipes away the traces of tears (left over and just appeared), asks if you are feeling well. He kisses you as many times as he can before you tell him, during a brief pause, that he can move.

Best friend!Gojo, who watches all this with envy, but doesn't interfere. He refuses when you offer to touch his penis. He wants so much to be inside you, to experience warmth and comfort! Satoru continues to touch your clit, hold your hand, but now his mouth has found its home on your left breast.

Best friend!Geto, who is very embarrassed when he suddenly cums. It seems to him that he did not give you any pleasure at all! His hands tighten on your hip and press your hand into the mattress. Suguru opens his mouth and can only groan loudly, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him. He lands gently on your chest and exhales loudly, his cheeks and neck red, and his eyes can't see anything because of happy tears.

Best friend!Gojo, who gently pushes Suguru in the side because it's his turn. He puts on a condom and enters you easier and easier, there is no stiffness and an invisible barrier in the form of your uncertainty or discomfort. Satoru curses it and adores it at the same time. He can move his hips faster, push you harder and harder, but the problem is that he was rubbing against your side, watching Suguru fuck you, so now he can cum even faster than his friend!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who lie down next to your sweaty, overexcited body and whisper that you did a great job. You want to go to sleep, but suddenly you feel their cocks getting hard again. You still offer to "lend a helping hand", but your friends refuse. They come up and tell you that they haven't satisfied you enough, so they'll have sex with you over and over and over again until they think you've had enough fun and cum enough times! After all, they are the strongest, so nothing is impossible for them!

Best friends!Gojo and Geto, who kiss you with all the tenderness and love that they have been hiding all this time. You're almost asleep when they whisper in your ear how much they love you.

Boyfriends!Gojo and Geto, who would like to kneel in front of you forever and call you "goddess" if only you would show them these cute faces showing how much you enjoy their touches, praises and words of love.

[tvgals]

college nerd! geto who loves reading you “bedtime stories”, rather it just be a silly book from your childhood or a book about physics.

college nerd! geto whose glasses you often push up for him when he’s too enthralled in his homework, wanting to help your boyfriend when he’s working oh so hard.

college nerd! geto who doesn’t enjoy parties, but he likes tagging along with you sometimes, seeing you let loose gets him riled up.

college nerd! geto who likes when you stroke his hair while he blurts out notes to you, always telling him what he got right and wrong, showing him you listen and care.

college nerd! geto who can’t thank you enough after you helped him pass his exam, kissing you up and down.

college nerd! geto who decides this is a good time to go down on you for the first time, shoving his fingers inside you.

college nerd! geto who can’t help but push his glasses up multiple times just so he can see your pretty face as his fingers curl up into you.

college nerd! geto who sucks on your clit gently, licking a stripe along your pussy, laying his head on your thighs so he can admire your beauty.

college nerd! geto who slips it in raw for the first time, his eyes rolling back into his head in ecstasy, caressing your cheeks.

college nerd! geto who pants and moans above you, lowering his head to touch yours, whispering on about “i love you..” “y’so perfect..” “have my kids…”

college nerd! geto who cums inside, whimpering on about “i’m sorry, i’m sorry…” while he plunges his dick even deeper, grazing his hand along your thighs.

college nerd! geto who kisses your beautiful face, complimenting how well you took him.

college nerd! geto who, after aftercare, opened his physics textbook to start studying for his next test.

[xazse]

Satoru who hates, absolutely despises you: Suguru’s girlfriend.

He hates you so much, he hates how you sound when you’re on the phone with Suguru late at night, giggling and sharing secrets and if he listens close enough the secrets are gross.

He hates how you’re so damn nice to him even if he’s brushing you off clearly not wanting to talk to you, Suguru has scolded him many times telling him that he’s acting like a child.

He hates how everytime he asks Suguru to hang out you’re almost always there sitting in his lap whispering sweet nothings, he’s gagging everytime you look away with Suguru looking at him.

He also most definitely hates when Suguru sends him shots of your soaked panties just from Suguru teasing you. He hates how you said it’s okay because you feel bad for Satoru, mind you he gets plenty of pussy! He doesn’t need photos of your sopping cunt on his phone.

His hand definitely doesn’t slip into his pants when he gets an attachment from Suguru, and he isn’t fondling his sensitive cock.

He’s lying to himself, he fucking lovesss you, he loves how pretty your ass looks when you’re taking Suguru’s cock from the back, he loves when you whine for more.

He really can’t help but jerk off his cock so roughly in tune with the video, he makes a mess when he keeps rewinding to a certain point to stretch out his orgasm.

[euaphora]

Do you have twt links of the girl ridding the guy and the guy being a moaning mess ???

most are just guided masturbation, hope you enjoy regardless!

one | two | three | four|five| six |seven |eight | nine| ten |eleven| twelve | thirteen |fourteen |fifteen

[omitea]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒

char. g. suguru x fem! reader.

tags. mention of eating. reader has a pregnant bump. pure fluff, so watch out for cavities. based on this post of mine. proofread? idk u tell me.

╰┈➤ you come home to find suguru having a tea party with his two little princesses.

. note. i couldn’t detain myself okay. girl dad suguru has my heart n so will it have yours. you’re very welcome <3 and @satorisoup here u go sweets :)

if the people who could make geto suguru do anything while having them wrapped around their fingers, it would be your own two daughters. you have him wrapped around yours too— but it’s different in some ways.

he’s very protective of his little ones, not daring to be too stern or say no to them. afraid to break their fragile heart as they look him in the eyes with such hope. hoping that their father would cave into their playful little banters anyways.

which is why it’s not so uncommon anymore in the geto household to come home to a messy house. dolls scattered here and there, the tv still playing an unfinished barbie movie that you’ve watched a hundred times together. you find comfort in the domesticity of it all, wholesome how your small precious family lights your world up despite living in such a ruined world.

upon further entering your home— your ears pick up the sound of innocent giggles. purely filled with happiness and exciting squealing in between. you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

you decided to finally approach the half closed door, quietly snorting at the heart-warming sight in front of you. your two little girls were busy preparing their dad for a royal dinner with the “king” and “queen���— referring to the two bears that sat at the table with paper crowns on their heads.

suguru had a concerning look on his face. it was funny to see a stoic looking man like him panicking from the inside. two pairs of chubby hands were working on his long hair, doing whatever they could muster up that’s suitable for them. wearing a plastic tiara. the other pair was making sure his messy makeup matched the painfully-stretched dress he was wearing.

wait…

you gasped as realization hit you, causing three heads to comically turn in your direction. “geto suguru, is that my favorite dress?” you questioned. but that wasn’t your top priority right now as your daughters ran up to you— causing you to teeter before gripping the door to steady yourself.

you greeted your girls with a few kisses on their foreheads, before pressing one on your awaiting husband’s temple. “you look stunning,” you hummed against his skin, trying to surpass the smile that was making it’s way onto your face. he could only scoff and shake his head, oblivious to the dangerous stares.

“daddy, you said you liked it!,” the older one stated. this only caused suguru to panic more as he tried his best to assure her. “i do…i do like it, sweetheart.” but his daughter was smart enough to not give in that easily.

the youngest jutted her bottom lip out as she continued to stare at her father. oh she knew what she was doing. sisters, one being four and one being seven? yeah that was a dangerous pair indeed.

suguru snaked his arm around your waist, looking up at you with pleading eyes. a way to ask for help to get out of this situation he could’ve avoided by saying no. but it wasn’t that simple. being a father simple changed his life for the best and he is extremely grateful for that fact.

“i love you a lot, suguru…,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “but i can’t help you with this one.”

his large hand found it’s way under your shirt— tracing the stretch marks on your bump softly with his finger tips. “you go eat then,” he smiled. “the torture of taking these knots out of my hair will be worth every single second.”

at that, you pinched his cheeks and let them all three know you will be in the kitchen and left. not even five seconds later, you heard the youngest yell, “mommy! daddy ripped your dress!”

the deep sigh you let out wasn’t one of exhaustion and irritation, it was more the one of amusement. because that’s how your little family was. always finding a new way to add more unexpected events in your happy life.

but just after your other little one is here, your life will finally be complete.

©𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐀. please refrain from stealing my works !

[gojosprettyprincess]

Kento’s favorite position will always be fucking you in a mean mating press where he had your body forcefully folded in half by his, because there’s just something so raw and intimate about having your bodies and soft skin pressed up against each other in such a filthy manner. Both of your sweaty bodies melted into each other’s as he pounded you deeper and deeper into the soft mattress with such neediness and desperation. Every time he’d possessively thrust himself into you, it had the entire bed creaking and the mattress sinking lower and lower because of his overpowering strength and weight. It’s almost crazy how he’s practically crushing you with his muscular body. The way he’d manhandle you and bend your legs into your body was so inhuman and fucked up but obviously based on the countless times that he had wrecked your little pussy and stretched your tight walls soo widely to hug his cock in such an ideal way that was only meant for him, in that exact familiar routine of a position. You were very much used to it by now.

The way his damped, tousled blonde hair gently brushed against his chiseled face captured your attention—God he’s so beautiful, no renaissance painting could ever be compared to Kento's face. It was a literal masterpiece. God you couldn’t wait to start a family with this man because you already know you’d have the most cutest babies. He stared down at your fucked out expression that he fucking loved seeing so much, so pretty and alluring. All dumbed down and stupid just from his cock. It never fails to captivate his soul each time he's making love to you. He could stare at you for hours.

You weren’t the most flexible person but of course, Kento always managed to manipulate and manhandle your poor body effortlessly in whatever position that he desired. He’s not mean during sex but he’s definitely not the sweetest either, Especially after he returns home from a frustrating and tough day at work, his mind consumed with stress and pent-up desire and his cock twitching in his pants with heavy, thick balls filled with seed that he’s been storing up to stuff into you with, after he comes from work.

It wasn’t even a second after you greeted him, that honeyed tone in your voice humming his favorite tune, “Kentooo, you’re back!!”. Barely two minutes had passed and in the blink of an eye, you were trapped beneath his large, muscular frame with his aching, swollen length buried sooo deep between your tight walls. his mushroom tip kissing the tender, sensitive spots that made you soo mindlessly dumb, it had you forgetting about the little rule you had about no sex until he’s well fed after work because as his devoted housewife, you also labored diligently to prepare dinner for him.

What if it gets cold?!!

Well, Kento sure doesn’t give a fuck because he’s way too hungry for something else.

His black and yellow tie is loosely dangling over your face as the gentle waft of his minty cologne which you had sprayed on his chest earlier before he went to work, drifts in your nostrils, making your mind hazy and had your pussy pooling even more slick around his veiny shaft. “Good God, fuck this pussy is perfect darling, sooo perfect almost as perfect n pretty as you” his husky voice echoes with admiration, the outline of his bulging veins on his arms straining through his rolled-up sleeves, showcasing the raw strength he had as he gripped onto the sheets besides your head for sheer stability as his tired eyes—visible with exhaustion and teary, lazily stared into yours.

“Kento–“ you cried out, your nails digging into his beefy forearm as you looked up at him with pleading eyes that sent his cock throbbing embarrassingly. Fuck it took everything in him to restrain himself from not getting you pregnant with his kids right now.

“Yes, my love? Tell me what you need darling, m’here for you”. He whispered tenderly, he flashed a charming smile at you before placing a quick, affectionate kiss on your ankle that has been thumping against his huge shoulders the entire time as he ruts his hips into you animalistically.

“Missed you ken!, so so much” your heart beating with desire and love as his chest smushed your soft breasts against him. Beads of sweat glistening from his hairline, threatening to drip onto your face as you move your hands up to wrap them around his neck. A genuine smile spread across his face due to your performance of affection.

“Missed you too my love, God you were clouding my thoughts so much sweetheart, couldn’t stop thinking about you and this pretty little pussy today.” He confessed to you in his deep, sexy voice before smashing his soft lips onto yours. Your nails violently dug into his clothed back that was fortunately shielding him from the nasty, red marks you were plotting to leave. Both of you groaned into the kiss, your spit and saliva mincing together lewdly to the point where it was steeping out of your mouth. His swollen lips feverishly melded against yours, making it practically impossible for you to breathe but you didn’t mind one bit. It all just felt so delicious. His glossy, pink tip skillfully pokes against your sensitive g-spot, making your toes curl in your socks at how good he’s making you feel. God, he was so perfect. His huffs of golden, blond pubic hair tantalizingly grazed against your sticky clit— rubbing it unintentionally, making your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head as he assaulted your lips. your tongues now entwining and swirling together disgustingly. The kiss was so sweet and affectionate, it made your heart fluttered.

His grunts and moans filled the room like a symphony. it was nothing but music to your ears. Kento was perfect in every single way possible. He was such a man, not just any man. He's a gentleman, his masculine presence would be overwhelming for any soul that has never experienced what it'd be like to encounter a real man.

You’d do anything for him, you loved Kento in a particular way where it would be so fucking offensive to the person who founded feminism.

[shimisstuff]

Once again, Satoru as Ghostface 🔪

More on X ➡️✨ Spicy here!

[creamflix]

I LOVE BAD BITCHES THAT’S MY FUCKIN’ PROBLEM! ၄၃ satosugu x female reader

18+ content, minors or blank blogs don't interact. unestablished relationship, roommate arrangement. bisexual! satosugu, top! suguru + switch! satoru. threesome. humiliation, degradation, dirty talk. m. masturbation. exhibitionism, slight voyeurism. fingering. orgasm control + denial. finger sucking. sloppy makeouts + three at once. oral (f. recieving) + squirting, clit/pussy slapping. riding. double penetration. face sitting. overstimulation. prostate stimulation. accidental love confession during the heat of it all. weirdly happy ending? - rl's established

thank you so much for 1OOO followers you lil freaks divas. this took so much time to write lol, i hope you all see the vision. this work was inspired by this smut audio by augustinthewinter. the link takes you to a re-upload on spotify [for easier listening], and sadly not the audio posted by the original creator. do your part and please support him and his work here <3 

— masterlist here ☆

you’re pretty sure you’ll be fine if you just ignore the tension radiating from your bed behind you.

you’re adjusting your eyeliner in the mirror, a faint smile on your lips, trying to focus on the excitement of the night ahead.

still, the weight of suguru’s silent gaze feels like a steel rod pressing against your back.

every now and then, you catch his reflection in the mirror, arms folded, brow furrowed slightly, watching your every move without saying a word.

and then, of course, satoru comes crashing in, slinging the door open like he owns the place. he practically throws himself onto the bed next to suguru, his excitement bursting out like it usually does.

“hey, hey, what if the three of us got wasted and binged some trashy netflix show? i’m thinking love is blind — oh, wait, you’re —” he blinks, taking in your outfit.

his voice trails off, and his expression turns from bright to bewildered as he glances from you to suguru, then back again.

“wait, where are you going dressed like that?”

you sigh, knowing there’s no way you’re escaping this.

“i… have a date,” you admit, smoothing out the fabric of your outfit. you catch suguru’s eyes in the mirror, and he raises an eyebrow, his arms still crossed, jaw set tight.

“oh?” suguru’s voice is cool, almost too calm, but there’s an edge underneath that doesn’t escape you.

“does he know you live with two men?”

you swallow, fiddling with your hair as you avoid his eyes. “well… no, i mean, it just never came up.”

satoru lets out a low whistle, leaning back on his hands, giving you a once-over that’s half-impressed, half-amused.

“so you’re planning to let him find out on his own when he walks in here and sees us? that’s bold.”

you roll your eyes, though you feel your cheeks heat up under their combined scrutiny. “it’s not like that! it’s just… i don’t know. i didn’t think it mattered.”

“doesn’t matter, huh?” suguru’s voice is low, almost a growl, and he stands up, slowly, crossing the room until he’s standing just behind you. he’s close enough that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, his reflection towering over you in the mirror.

“so, what’s he like?” he asks, voice dripping with an intensity that makes your heart race a little faster.

you open your mouth to respond, but satoru’s laugh cuts you off. “yeah, yeah, tell us! tall, dark, and handsome, or short, plain, and boring?”

you bite back a grin, feeling the tension lighten just slightly with satoru’s teasing. “he’s nice. a gentleman, really. you’d probably like him,” you say, attempting a casual tone, though you can feel suguru’s stare growing sharper.

“a gentleman?” suguru scoffs, his lips curling into a smirk. “think he’d still be one if he knew you had two roommates watching out for you?”

“maybe he’d be intimidated,” satoru chimes in, grinning. he gets up from the bed, crossing the room to stand by suguru. “i mean, c’mon. anyone would feel the pressure, having to impress not just their date but her two very intimidating roommates.”

“intimidating?” you laugh, glancing between them. “i doubt anyone would find either of you intimidating.”

“oh, so that’s how it is,” suguru murmurs, stepping even closer, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

“you think we’re harmless?”

your heart thuds, pulse quickening as he leans in. “you know i didn’t say that,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

suguru’s close enough now that you can feel the heat of his body against yours, and there’s an undeniable thrill that makes your head spin just a bit.

“do you really think he can keep up with you?” he murmurs, his eyes scanning your face in the mirror. “think he’s enough?”

you don’t answer, mostly because you’re not sure how to.

suguru’s words linger in your mind, twisting in ways that make you hesitate, and you feel satoru’s gaze on you too, a spark of something mischievous and knowing in his expression.

“you know, it wouldn’t kill you to let us meet him,” satoru suggests, his voice a lazy drawl that only adds to the heat building in the room. “just to make sure he’s, y'know, worth your time.”

you bite your lip, glancing between the two of them in the mirror, feeling the weight of both their gazes, the way their words seem to dig deeper than they should.

“why do i feel like the two of you would scare him off?”

“maybe because we would,” suguru murmurs, his voice like a dark promise. “if he’s not up to standard.”

satoru grins, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“or maybe we just want to keep you to ourselves.”

your heart skips a beat, and you’re sure your face must be burning.

“you two are unbelievable,” you manage, trying to laugh it off, though the sound comes out more breathless than you’d like.

you feel your stomach drop the second you realize satoru's got your phone. he'd snatched it up casually, thumb already working its way across the screen, entering your password like he's done it a million times. he lets out a strangled sort of noise as he stares down at the screen, his wide blue eyes taking in whatever he's found with an expression of pure shock.

"uh, what exactly have you been watching here?" satoru barely suppresses a snicker as he holds up the phone for suguru to see.

"‘getting used by my two roommates 'til i can’t walk?’ really?" he reads the title, drawing out every word in that slow, teasing tone he loves to use. "didn’t know you were into…this."

suguru’s dark eyes flash as he looks from the screen to you. he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting in that signature mix of irritation and amusement. "that's why you’ve been ignoring us, huh? too busy fantasizing to even tell us you had a date tonight?”

“it’s not —" you start, but suguru's hand is already at your waist, pulling you into his lap, effortlessly pinning you against him. your back’s pressed against his chest, and he’s got you facing the mirror, the smirk in his eyes only growing sharper as he settles you firmly on top of him.

“stay still," suguru murmurs, his voice a low hum, sending a shiver up your spine. "i wanna see you finish your makeup. maybe you’ll explain what’s going on here while you do."

satoru, still grinning, swipes further through your history, leaning closer with a loud, exaggerated gasp. "ohoho, what’s this? ‘my roommates won’t let me leave until i’ve begged them’? suguru, she’s got a whole list of ‘em!”

“tell me, sweetheart,” suguru’s voice drips with mock sweetness, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “are you disappointed it’s only a video?”

you try to fight the blush threatening to paint your cheeks, attempting to focus on your eyeliner, but his hand at your hip keeps your body flush against him, heat radiating off him in waves. “you know i didn’t… it’s just a video, okay?”

“just a video, huh?” suguru’s thumb strokes your waist, and you catch his intense gaze in the mirror, dark and heavy-lidded, roaming over every flustered inch of your face. “don’t act so innocent.”

satoru snickers, flipping through more tabs on your phone. “so, when were you planning on telling this poor date of yours that you’ve got two guys in the apartment with you? two very protective guys, at that?”

“satoru —”

“nah, ’s cute.” satoru gives a little shrug, glancing at suguru with a grin. “she thinks she can just go on some little date and come home without us findin' out what she's been doin'.”

suguru’s grip tightens, forcing you to keep your gaze fixed in the mirror as he presses his lips close to your ear, voice low and dangerously smooth. “you like being watched that badly, huh? well, i’ll make sure you don’t even get a chance to squirm.”

you’re struggling to focus, trying to keep your hand steady as you bring the eyeliner back to your lash line, but it’s almost impossible with suguru’s iron grip keeping you firmly on his lap, his arms wrapped around you like you might escape at any second. his breath skims against the back of your neck, and he chuckles softly each time your hand trembles, knowing full well what he's doing to you.

meanwhile, satoru’s barely holding it together on the edge of the bed, and he’s not even trying to hide it. he’s got one hand slowly working his dick over his pants, the other still gripping your phone as he reads off your search history, letting out a low, exaggerated groan between words.

“let’s see… ‘getting absolutely used by my two roommates’…” satoru moans out the title, every word slipping from his lips laced with a mix of teasing and raw need.

his eyes flicker over to you, heavy-lidded, a wicked smirk creeping onto his face. “y'know, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart.”

you shift in suguru's lap instinctively, your body craving some kind of friction, some release for the ache pooling between your legs. but his hold only tightens, hands splaying over your thighs to keep you completely still.

“what do you think you’re doing?” suguru’s voice is low, dangerous, his gaze dark as he watches you through the mirror. “i told you to keep still. or do you need a reminder of who’s in control here?”

the demand in his tone leaves no room for defiance, but your pulse quickens, the heat radiating from his chest pressing into your back as he keeps you locked against him. you bite down on your lip, doing everything you can to keep yourself composed, but your voice comes out in a breathy whisper. "s-suguru… please, i just —"

“‘please,’ huh? sounds like you’re already begging,” he murmurs, lips grazing the curve of your neck, sending a jolt of anticipation straight to your cunt. his fingers trail lightly over your hips, teasing, but keeping you pinned firmly in place.

“but begging isn’t going to get you what you want tonight.”

satoru lets out a soft laugh, the sound melting into a quiet groan as he slips his hand into his pants, finally giving himself the relief he’s been aching for. “oh, don’t worry, i think she’s getting everything she wanted, alright,” he says between breaths, his eyes flickering between you and suguru with that playful glint that drives you wild.

he jerks himself slowly, deliberately, his breath catching as he reads off another title from your history, voice turning breathy as his hand works himself harder.

“this one’s good… ‘roommate makes me sit still while i drip for him.’ god, you’ve got a real filthy mind, don’t cha?”

your cheeks burn as you try to keep your gaze fixed on your reflection, hands shaking as you lift the mascara wand, desperate for some semblance of normalcy. but your efforts are futile, every word they throw at you stoking the heat building in your cunt, making it harder and harder to focus.

“don’t worry, sweetheart,” suguru’s voice is a rough whisper, his lips curling into a smirk as he catches your gaze in the mirror. “we’re just giving you what you’ve been craving all along.”

satoru’s moans fill the room, breath hitching each time his hand slides down his dick, the rhythm picking up as his eyes darken with lust. he’s not even hiding his arousal anymore, not holding back, his gaze burning as he watches the two of you in the mirror.

“c’mon, 'guru, stop teasin' her. hike up that damn dress, let’s see what she’s hiding under there.”

suguru’s eyes meet yours in the mirror, the glint in them both dangerous and amused. he moves slowly, his hands sliding down to the hem of your dress, lifting it inch by inch, fingers brushing over your thighs, making your skin tingle as he exposes more of you. he lets out a quiet hum of approval as he tugs your dress up to your waist, leaving you sitting there, fully exposed, save for the thin fabric of your panties.

“these are cute,” suguru murmurs, voice low and teasing as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with agonizing slowness, letting them fall to the floor. he lets his hand trail back up, grazing the inside of your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation. “don’t even think about moving, sweetheart. if you mess up your makeup, ’m stopping.”

you swallow hard, nodding, feeling your pulse throb as his fingers dip lower, brushing against your already-sensitive clit. the touch is feather-light, almost too soft, and it leaves you aching for more.

satoru groans from the bed, his hand moving faster as he watches you, his reflection in the mirror every bit as unrestrained as his tone. “that’s it, sugu'. make her beg. let her feel what she’s been fantasizing about this whole time.”

you force yourself to focus on your blush, lifting the brush to your cheeks, trying to keep your hand steady even as suguru’s fingers start moving in slow, deliberate circles against your clit. the pleasure sparks through you, making it nearly impossible to concentrate, and you can feel your cheeks burning, your breathing quickening with every movement of his hand.

“s-sugu… please… don’t stop,” you manage, voice barely more than a whisper, laced with desperation as you fight to keep your grip on the brush. “please… i’ll do anything.”

he chuckles, low and taunting, leaning closer to your ear, his fingers pressing down just a little harder. “then keep your hands steady, doll. if you want me to keep goin', you better not mess this up.”

but it’s useless; between suguru’s teasing touch and satoru’s moans filling the room, your hands are already trembling, and the brush slips, leaving a streak of blush too high on your cheek, too heavy, ruining the carefully crafted look you’d been working on.

suguru notices instantly, his eyes narrowing, a mocking smirk on his lips as he catches your mistake in the mirror.

“well, look at that. can’t even follow simple instructions, can you?” he tsks, pulling his fingers away, leaving you aching, desperate, empty.

“n-no, sugu, please —” you stammer, voice raw with need, looking at him through the mirror, eyes pleading. “please, i’ll fix it, i swear. just don’t stop, please… i need it, i need you —”

satoru laughs, still stroking himself, his voice thick with pleasure as he watches you beg. “she’s real desperate for it, 'ruru. look at her, practically falling apart from just a little teasing.”

suguru’s gaze is unyielding, his smirk growing as he leans in, his breath hot against your skin. “then maybe you should’ve tried harder to keep still,” he murmurs, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. "maybe i should let you sit here and watch instead. see what happens when you don’t listen.”

your heart pounds, every nerve in your body on fire, and you’re barely even thinking when you grab his wrist, pulling his hand back to where you need him most.

“please, suguru,” you beg, voice thick with desperation. “i’ll do anything… i’ll fix it, just… please touch me. don’t leave me like this.”

satoru’s groans are growing louder, filling the room with the heat of his breathy, drawn-out moans as he watches the scene unfolding in the mirror.

“yeah, sugu',” he mutters, hand working faster over his dick, his eyes trained on your reflection. “spread those pretty folds f'me. lemme see her fall apart.”

without a moment’s hesitation, suguru’s fingers grip your thighs, spreading your legs wider, baring you completely in front of the mirror, his hand moving down to part your slick folds with calculated ease. you gasp, your cheeks burning as you take in the sight — your own reflection, flushed and needy, legs open, your slick glistening in the low light. suguru’s eyes flick to the mirror, catching your gaze, smirking as he takes in the mess you’re making on his lap.

“look at that,” suguru murmurs, voice low and edged with satisfaction. his fingers slip between your folds, gathering the wetness that’s been dripping down onto him, his smirk only deepening as he holds his slick-coated fingers up in the mirror, showing you just how worked up you are. “you’re soaking me, sweetheart. did you really expect me to stay calm with you squirming like this?”

“s-sugu…” you whimper, feeling yourself clench as his fingers dance between your folds, teasing but not quite giving you what you’re aching for. every brush of his skin against yours sends another wave of heat through you, and your head falls back against his shoulder, lips parted in silent desperation.

“such a messy girl,” he continues, pressing a single finger into you, slow and deliberate, making you feel every inch as he slides in. “this what you wanted? to end up spread open, on display for us?”

you can barely form words, your mind hazy with need, hips instinctively rolling against his hand despite his warning to stay still. “yes… yes, please…”

satoru’s moans grow louder as he watches you, the slick sound of his hand stroking himself filling the room. “fuck, look at her, suguru,” he pants, voice thick with arousal. “all pretty 'n desperate, just like she’s been dreaming about.” his eyes fall shut, his hand moving faster as he chases his high, the sight of you enough to send him over the edge. his hips jerk forward as he cums, his body trembling, a low, satisfied groan escaping his lips as he rides out his release.

suguru only smirks, his gaze never leaving your reflection, watching your every reaction with a dark, predatory satisfaction. “see that?” he murmurs, his fingers moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to let you cum.

“even satoru couldn’t keep himself together, and here you are, makin' a mess all over my lap.” he chuckles, a teasing glint in his eyes. “tell me, sweetheart, did you really think i wouldn’t get turned on by seeing you like this? so desperate, so needy?”

“i… i didn’t think…” you stammer, the words catching in your throat as his finger curls inside you, hitting that spot that has you seeing stars.

“didn’t think?” suguru’s voice is a low, dangerous hum, his other hand slipping up to wrap lightly around your throat, holding you firmly in place. “then maybe you should’ve thought a little harder.”

satoru practically stumbles forward, his legs still shaky, breath coming in quick, uneven gasps as he moves closer. he’s got that pleading look in his eyes, the one that’s rare, the one that only comes out when he’s truly desperate. resting his head against suguru’s shoulder, he lets out a soft, shuddering breath, voice low and needy as he murmurs, “suguru… let me taste her. please.”

suguru’s lips curl into a smirk, clearly reveling in the control he holds over both of you. he doesn’t respond right away, just looks at you through the mirror, dark eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something far more possessive.

“hear that, sweetheart?” he murmurs, dipping his fingers back between your folds, swirling them slowly, thoroughly, gathering every bit of slick as he teases you with languid strokes. “even satoru can’t resist you.”

you gasp, body shivering as his fingers press against you, teasing the sensitive spot that has you arching in his lap, barely able to keep your head straight. suguru’s hand is relentless, moving with a torturous slowness that leaves you aching, dripping, clinging to the last bit of control you have left.

then, with deliberate care, suguru pulls his fingers back, coated in your slick, and holds them up in front of satoru’s lips, his gaze hard and commanding. “go on, then. taste her.”

satoru’s eyes darken with unrestrained hunger as he stares at suguru’s fingers, coated with the evidence of your arousal. without hesitation, he parts his lips, leaning in to take suguru’s fingers into his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he sucks gently, his tongue swirling around suguru’s fingers, tasting you fully. he moans, soft and low, savoring the taste, his body shuddering as he licks every trace of slick from suguru’s skin, desperate, greedy.

“fuck, she tastes so good,” he murmurs, voice thick, almost reverent, as he licks his lips, leaning in closer to you, his gaze heated. “didn’t know you could be this sweet.”

suguru chuckles softly, watching satoru with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement, his fingers finding their way back between your folds, slipping in with ease, now even more eager to tease you, to push you right to the edge and keep you there.

“well, you heard him, sweetheart. seems like we’re both a little addicted to you,” he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety taunt, his breath hot against your ear. “you’d better get used to this — having both of us right where you want us. or, should i say, right where we want you?”

you’re lost in the haze of it all, every shred of control slipping as you feel yourself practically begging, voice breaking with need. “please, sugu… 'toru… i need… just, please, do something — anything,” you gasp, head tilting back, completely vulnerable under their gaze. "can't take it anymore."

satoru’s hand slips around suguru’s shoulder, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to suguru’s neck, lips brushing against his skin as he murmurs, “c’mon, sugu, don’t be so mean to her.” he lets his teeth graze just slightly, a playful nip that’s more coaxing than demanding. “just look at her, desperate for us, dripping all over you. can’t you give her a little taste of what she’s been begging for?”

suguru’s gaze flickers between you and satoru, a dark smile on his lips, but you can see the way his resolve begins to soften under satoru’s coaxing. his grip loosens just enough, giving you a chance to scramble up, your legs feeling like jelly as he finally lets you go. he stands, smirking down at you with a hunger that makes you shiver, and gestures for you to sit back on satoru’s lap.

the vanity chair feels cold beneath you, but the warmth of satoru’s chest pressed against your back is intoxicating, his hands coming down to rest on your thighs, spreading them apart. he leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “thaaat’s it, baby, open up for sugu. let him see how pretty you are.”

you whimper as you feel suguru’s fingers trailing up your inner thigh, eyes locked on cunt as he kneels down between your legs, his gaze dark and unyielding, filled with that same possessive hunger you’ve come to crave. his hands settle on your thighs, tugging you just a bit closer, his grip firm as he lowers his head, placing a kiss right against your aching, dripping pussy.

satoru’s grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread, his lips brushing against your ear. “look at you, such a messy lil' thing. bet you never thought we’d be the ones to make you this needy, hm?” his voice is a low murmur, taunting yet sweet, driving you to the edge with every word. “just let suguru take care of you… let him taste allll that sweetness you’ve been saving just for us.”

“oh god… please,” you breathe, voice breaking as suguru’s tongue flicks against your perky clit, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through you. he works with a deliberate intensity, his mouth moving in slow, tantalizing circles, teasing you, pushing you higher and higher, until you can barely think, every nerve alight with sensation.

“thaaaat’s right, just like that,” satoru murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs even tighter, keeping you spread wide open as he watches suguru devour you. “such a pretty lil' thing, all laid out for us… makin' a mess just for him.” his hand moves up, sliding around to your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples as he leans in close, lips brushing against your neck. “think you can take more? think you can handle everything we want to do to you?”

suguru’s mouth moves with more intensity now, his tongue pressing harder, faster, flicking over your clit in a way that has you seeing stars. his fingers slip inside you, curling just right, hitting that spongey spot that has you arching back against satoru, your voice breaking into a desperate, breathless moan.

“you’re so close, aren’t you?” satoru coos, his tone almost mocking, a playful edge to it as he watches your every reaction in the mirror. “look at you, falling apart so easily. gonna make such a pretty mess, aren’t cha?”

suguru’s fingers pump into you, his tongue swirling, flicking, his movements pushing you to that razor’s edge. his grip on your thighs tightens as he feels you tremble, his own hunger growing as he devours you with an almost feral intensity. "come on," he growls against you, his voice low, sending vibrations through you. "cum for us, show us how much you need it."

and that’s all it takes — his fingers curling inside you, his mouth pressing down, sending you spiraling over the edge as you cry out, back arching, body quivering as your orgasm crashes over you. you feel yourself let go, shuddering in their hold, leaving you breathless, a mess on satoru’s lap as suguru keeps working you through it, lapping up every bit of your sweet cum, refusing to let you come down easily.

“there you go,” satoru murmurs, voice laced with satisfaction as he keeps you spread wide, watching you come undone, helpless and completely at their mercy. “such a good girl… makin' a mess for us like that.”

suguru pulls back slowly, a smug grin plastered on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your cum. he chuckles lowly, eyes glinting with satisfaction as he wipes a bit off his face with the back of his hand, though not nearly enough to hide what he’s done to you.

“look at that,” he taunts, giving you a mockingly impressed look. “made ya squirt allll over my face. you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? such a messy little thing…” he trails off, licking his lips as if savoring every last taste.

you feel heat rush to your face, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as you squirm in satoru’s lap. “don’t… don’t say it like that,” you mumble, your voice trembling, though there’s no denying how much his words affect you. you can’t hide how badly you’re still aching, the intense wave of arousal making you want more, despite the fact that you just came, and squirted, at that.

satoru’s hands roam along your thighs, holding you tight, his lips curved into a playful grin as he leans forward, his mouth hovering close to suguru’s. “she did a number on ya, huh?” he says, eyes gleaming with delight as he catches sight of the slick coating suguru’s chin.

without missing a beat, satoru closes the gap, his lips capturing suguru’s in a deep, messy kiss, tasting you on him, savoring it. he moans softly, the sound low and teasing, his tongue exploring with unrestrained enthusiasm as he presses closer.

the sight of them kissing, sharing your taste, is almost too much to bear. you can’t stop the whimper that escapes you, a sound so needy it leaves you breathless. “don’t leave me out,” you plead, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “please… i want…”

they both pull back, a wicked grin spreading across satoru’s face as he looks down at you, his thumb brushing your lip in a slow, taunting motion. “oh, sooo needy, aren’t cha?” he purrs, enjoying every bit of your desperation. “well, we can’t just ignore a request like that, can we, sugu?”

“not at all,” suguru murmurs, his voice low and filled with mischief as he moves closer, settling back down in front of you. he places his hands on your thighs, his fingers curling possessively as he draws nearer. “c'mon, sweetheart. let’s make it a little messier, just how like you like it.”

satoru’s hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you in as his lips brush against yours, just close enough to make your pulse race. suguru’s hand finds its way to your cheek, and in a moment, the three of you come together in a heated, breathless kiss. your lips meet satoru’s first, his mouth soft but demanding, as suguru’s lips slide over yours from the other side, his taste mingling with the lingering remnants of your own cum. it’s dizzying, overwhelming, the way they both claim you, tongues slipping against yours, tasting, exploring, hands holding you in place as if you might slip away.

“you taste so damn good,” suguru whispers against your lips between kisses, his voice hoarse, filled with a dark satisfaction. he pulls you back into another kiss, his tongue dancing with yours before satoru’s slips in, joining the two of you, the three of you completely lost in each other.

“bet you never thought ya’d end up like this, huh?” satoru teases, voice a breathy murmur as his lips trail down to your jaw, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that have you arching closer to him. “on my lap, our pretty little thing, squirmin' and desperate for both of us.”

suguru lets out a quiet sigh, and you can see the strain of impatience tightening his jaw as he kneels in front of you and satoru, his brow furrowed in something halfway between a pout and a scowl. he’s letting you and satoru indulge and draw things out, but his patience— impressive as it is — seems to be fraying at the edges.

“look at you two,” he murmurs, a dry chuckle slipping out. “have your fun, make your mess, and where does that leave me?” his gaze flickers between you and satoru, voice low and pointed. “just standing here, waiting, like a good little bystander?”

“oh, poor suguru,” satoru teases, his hand running soothingly down your back as he shifts you on his lap. “you’ve been so patient, haven’t you? just watching and… wanting?” satoru’s lips twitch in a smirk, his fingers curling against your hip as if making a show of it for suguru’s benefit.

suguru’s eyes narrow slightly, his usual calm slipping into something darker. “patience only goes so far, satoru,” he mutters, tone thick with frustration. “you two get to cum like a bunch of damn teenagers, but where does that leave me?”

you reach out, voice soft, feeling a pang of guilt. “suguru… don’t be mad.” you give him a small smile, tugging him closer. “we didn’t forget about you.”

satoru grins, pulling suguru even closer. “yeah, don’t worry, we’re all yours now. what do you want, hmm?” his voice drops, playful but inviting, his hand resting on suguru’s shoulder.

suguru’s hand reaches out to cup your chin, thumb tracing along your jaw as he finally, slowly, allows himself to smile. “maybe,” he says, voice soft but firm, “you both owe me a little something for waiting so long. i’ve put up with enough teasing.”

satoru chuckles, sharing a look with you before looking back at suguru. “oh, we can more than make it worth the wait, can’t we?”

suguru’s eyes glint with that familiar authority as he finally straightens up, standing up and crossing the room with calm, measured steps. his gaze flickers between you and satoru, a quiet command already forming in his dark, focused eyes. he looks pointedly at satoru, a hint of impatience underscoring his words.

“satoru,” he says, his voice low and firm, “take her to the bed. it’s about time you two put in some work.”

satoru’s eyes light up with a mischievous gleam, and he scoops you up, one arm slipping under your knees as he gently lifts you, carrying you to the bed without a second’s hesitation.

he sets you down on the bed, hands lingering on your waist as he leans in close, his gaze warm but teasing. suguru settles back in the chair by your vanity, crossing one leg over the other with a deliberate slowness as he watches, amusement flickering in his eyes. there’s a clear expectation in his expression, a silent reminder that he’s still in control here.

“don’t let me down now, satoru,” suguru says, his voice rich with authority, his gaze unwavering. “show me exactly how well you can follow instructions.”

suguru exhales sharply, eyes narrowing as he watches you and satoru with a simmering impatience. his jaw tightens as he pushes down his waistband in one swift motion, freeing himself with a low, restrained groan as his hand wraps around his dick, stroking slowly, his gaze heavy and fixed on the two of you.

“don’t just sit there,” he says, his tone edged with authority. “if you’re so set on putting on a show, then do it right. make it worth my while.”

satoru grins, a glint of challenge in his eyes as he glances at you, his fingers tracing down your arm before he pulls you close, his voice a low murmur against your ear.

“guess we’d better make him happy, hmm?” he teases, hands resting on your hips as he guides you down onto his dick, his touch both reassuring and charged with excitement. “don’t want to disappoint, do we?”

you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, but there’s a thrill in being watched, knowing suguru’s eyes are glued to every little move you make. your hands grip satoru’s shoulders, and he chuckles, encouraging you as you settle in him, letting yourself get lost in the moment.

“that’s it,” suguru murmurs, his tone dark with satisfaction. “show me how eager you are.”

you can feel satoru’s grip tighten, his breath hitching as you begin to move, finding a rhythm together. satoru’s hands roam along your waist, his voice filled with playful heat as he whispers, “keep going, just like that. let him see how good you are.”

suguru laughs, a low, mocking sound as he sits back, continuing to jerk himself off, his dark gaze fixed on you, unrelenting. “pathetic. you think you deserve to be taken out and treated sweetly?” he scoffs, eyes narrowing. “you’ve got two men right here who know exactly what you need, and you were gonna settle for some monkey? that’s adorable.”

the humiliation sinks in, burning hot under your skin as suguru’s words echo in your head. you try to keep your focus, to follow each command as satoru’s hands guide your movements, urging you to grind down on him, his breath hot against your neck as he whispers filthy encouragements that send shivers down your spine.

“come on pretty, don’t look at him, look at me,” satoru murmurs, fingers pressing into the tender flesh of your hips, directing you with a firm, possessive touch. “thaaat’s it. show him who you really belong to.”

your hands tremble as you cling to satoru’s shoulders, eyes flicking back and forth between him and suguru, who’s watching with that insatiable hunger in his eyes, his own hand moving lazily along his dick, strokes slow, deliberate, just enough to keep himself on the edge as he observes every humiliating, vulnerable moment between you and satoru.

“god, you look so pathetic right now,” suguru sneers, his voice thick with disdain, though his eyes glint with barely contained desire. “tears in your eyes, desperate to please us. tell me, was this what you were hoping for? were you just pretending to go on that date so we’d punish you? is that it?”

“n-no, i… i just thought…” the words choke in your throat as you feel satoru’s hand slide up to grip the back of your neck, his touch both comforting and possessive, holding you in place, forcing you to look into suguru’s intense gaze as he studies every quiver of your lips, every tear that spills over.

“don’t lie to us,” suguru snaps, and the sheer authority in his voice sends a thrill through you, leaving you helpless as you try to keep your rhythm on satoru’s lap, your body caught between the need to please them both and the overwhelming shame of being so exposed, so vulnerable under their scrutiny.

“you’re lucky ’m lettin' him touch you first,” suguru continues, voice low, his hand moving faster now, breaths coming in harsher pants as his own arousal intensifies. “lucky i’m not dragging you over here and showing you what real punishment feels like. maybe then you’d think twice about pulling a stunt like this again.”

“i… i’m sorry,” you whimper, the apology tumbling out without thought, the words desperate, choked as you try to meet suguru’s unyielding gaze, wanting so badly to appease him, to make up for even the idea of going anywhere without them. satoru’s grip tightens, his hands moving with a rougher urgency, guiding your hips faster, harder against him as he murmurs praises, teasing promises against your neck.

“yeah? you’re sorry, huh?” suguru taunts, leaning forward, his lips curling into a cruel smirk. “then prove it. show me how sorry you are by doing exactly what we tell you — no hesitation. make me believe you’d do anything to keep us happy.”

“y-yes, suguru…” you whisper, cheeks burning with shame as you follow satoru’s guidance, riding him just the way he wants, feeling every inch of him pressing into you, the tension building with each movement, each lewd sound that fills the room.

“good girl,” suguru breathes, eyes dark, satisfaction evident as he watches you, his strokes quickening, matching the pace of your desperate motions, his gaze unwavering, fixed on the sight of you breaking down, surrendering completely to their control. “maybe this will teach you who you really belong to.”

satoru’s grip on your waist tightens with each roll of your hips, his smirk stretching wider as he watches you struggle to keep pace, his cock stretching you until your thighs tremble. your own voice, hoarse and raw, betrays you with every sound that slips free, the room filled with your desperate, incoherent whimpers.

but it’s suguru who keeps that edge of humiliation sharp, his fingers finding every weak spot, every place that makes you melt and squirm as he's behind you.

“c’mmon, sweetheart,” suguru murmurs, his voice dripping with condescension as his fingers pinch and twist your sensitive nipples. the roughness makes you gasp, your body arching as you try to focus, but his low chuckle tells you he knows just how close to breaking you really are.

“thought you wanted to go out and be wined and dined, hm? but look at you,” he taunts, his words hitting deeper than any touch could. “acting like a little masochist, practically begging for more. ’m not even sure you remember who’s inside you right now, or are you just too dumb on ‘toru’s cock to care?”

“s-sugu… i–i can… i’m –” your words stumble, dissolve, lost in a gasp as his fingers come down with a sharp slap! against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure that makes your whole body shiver. it’s overwhelming, cruel, but there’s no denying how much you crave it - the brutal control, the way they push you further, faster, until all you can do is hold on.

“oh, i think you like it, babe,” satoru teases, his tone dripping with that cocky assurance as he watches your dazed expression. “see, you’re taking everything we’re givin' you, even that little ache in your hips. you’re just gonna keep goin', aren’t cha?”

“y-yes… anything… i’ll… i can — i can take it,” you pant, voice catching as you meet suguru’s dark eyes, filled with that familiar, ruthless amusement. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, his touch unyielding as he pinches your nipples again, harder this time, watching with satisfaction as your face contorts with a mix of pleasure and pain.

“yeah? then prove it,” suguru breathes, his voice low, daring, as his fingers slide back down to flick against your swollen clit with a relentless pace. “show me how much you can handle. if you’re gonna be ours, then you’d better keep up.”

it’s cruel, it’s overwhelming, but that edge of that masochistic thrill surges through you as you sink deeper, surrendering to every brutal, delicious touch, loving it more than you could ever admit.

satoru’s grip on you falters, barely able to register when suguru thrusts into you from behind, satoru's hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as he tries to steady both of you under the sudden, relentless rhythm. the shock jolts through your whole body, forcing a strangled moan from your lips as you’re practically bounced between them, your mind barely keeping up with the intensity. it’s messy, overwhelming, the slickness of your bodies pressed together, every nerve ending alight.

“you little slut,” suguru snarls, voice rough and dark, his grip bruising as he slams into you, barely giving you a moment to adjust. “thought you could keep me out of this? thought ‘toru could have you all to himself? what a selfish bastard,” he sneers, throwing a mocking glance at satoru, who’s panting beneath you, just as helpless as you, his own words failing him in the haze of pleasure.

satoru’s only response is a choked groan, his nails digging into your skin as he’s forced deeper inside you with every brutal thrust from suguru. “f-fuck… yeah… yeah, you’re right, sugu,” he manages to gasp out, voice strained. “should’ve… should’ve let you have her from the start, huh?”

his words are broken, barely coherent, but the way his hips buck up to meet you makes it clear just how much he’s losing himself in the feeling, in the sight of you completely overwhelmed between the two of them. his eyes lock onto yours, desperation painted across his face as he breathes, “who’s making you feel better, huh, baby? tell us… tell us who’s got you like this.”

the question leaves you reeling, mind scrambling to answer as every thrust sends sparks down your spine, your body caught in the unyielding rhythm of their touch, their words. the overwhelming intensity builds, cresting higher and higher until you can’t even find the words, can’t think of anything but the way they’re both consuming you whole.

and when suguru’s fingers snake down to rub at your clit with punishing pressure, it sends you spiraling over the edge, your vision going white as your whole body clenches, shuddering violently. your orgasm crashes over you, raw and uncontrollable, soaking both of them as you shake, lost in the haze of pleasure that drowns out everything else.

“oh, fuuuck, yeaah… that’s it,” suguru growls, his voice filled with satisfaction as he watches you cum, his thrusts not slowing, his hand digging into your hips with renewed force. “knew you’d come apart like this, just needed a little push. pathetic, aren’t you? look at you, makin' a mess all over us.”

satoru moans, his own hips thrusting up as he feels your cum coat his dick, his eyes half-lidded, dazed. but before you can even catch your breath, satoru’s hands are already pulling you down, his grip firm as he positions you above him, eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger.

“oh, you thought you were done, sweetheart?” he taunts, a devilish grin spreading across his face. “nah, you’re not getting off that easy.”

he drags you forward, forcing you to settle over his mouth as he takes a loonnng, deliberate lick, his tongue swirling over your already sensitive folds. a sharp, keening whine escapes your lips as the overstimulation makes your head spin, hands scrambling to grip the headboard as you try to find any bit of balance.

“fuck, you’re so sensitive,” satoru groans against you, the vibrations of his voice making you shudder. “can feel you shakin', baby. what’s wrong? thought you could handle us?”

“sato — please,” you gasp, the plea spilling from your lips as his mouth works you over, his tongue relentless, flicking and sucking until you’re trembling, barely able to hold yourself up.

“oh, you’re just greedy, aren’t cha?” suguru’s voice comes from behind, mocking yet laced with desire as he steps up, his hands pressing down on your back, pinning you against satoru’s mouth as he positions himself against your other roommate. “actin' like a needy little thing… and leaving me to finish off while you get all comfy on ‘toru’s face?”

satoru lets out a muffled moan, and you realize suguru’s not just watching — he’s lining himself up against satoru, pushing inside with a sharp thrust that makes satoru’s body jerk beneath you, his hands digging harder into your thighs as he’s sandwiched against you both.

“fuck, suguru,” satoru moans, his voice coming out muffled as he keeps his mouth firmly latched onto you, his grip tightening as his body shivers with every thrust suguru gives him.

“god, 'toru, you’re so desperate,” suguru sneers, picking up a ruthless pace, each thrust making satoru’s tongue press deeper against you, pushing you closer to another orgasm despite the aching overstimulation that has you seeing stars. “you’re always actin' like a greedy little perv… can’t even let me have her to myself without gettin' ya share, huh?”

satoru’s hands move to grab your waist, pulling you closer, nearly burying his face in your sloppy pussy as he lets out a choked, needy whine against you. “c-can’t help it… shit, ya feel so good,” he gasps, voice muffled and broken, his breath warm against your swollen folds as his tongue presses deeper, eager and desperate. “taste s'sweet, baby… can’t get enough.”

you’re practically sobbing by now, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knuckles turn white as you rock against his face, feeling the pleasure climb with each swirl of his tongue, each brush of his lips. “i… i can’t… too much, satoru, please —”

“oh, you’re not going anywhere,” suguru growls, his hand coming up to push between your shoulder blades, forcing you to arch as he ruts into satoru, the sharp rhythm making you jolt with each movement. “you’re gonna stay right here and take it, just like the little slut you are, yeah? don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

satoru’s moans grow louder, more desperate, as he’s thrust into over and over, the pleasure and intensity breaking him down as his grip on you tightens, his mouth working you over with fervor, almost as if he’s trying to drown himself in you.

“who’s makin' ya feel good, huh?” suguru taunts, his voice dark and rough as he keeps up his pace, driving satoru’s face further against you with every thrust. “tell me who’s got you fallin' apart like this.”

“y-you both — oh god, both of you, please —” you stammer, your voice breaking as your thighs shake, every nerve alight, each stroke of satoru’s tongue pushing you closer until you’re lost, another orgasm overtaking you, spilling over like a flood that leaves you sobbing, spent, and completely theirs.

caught between suguru and satoru, the pleasure swells in waves, overtaking you so completely that words blur into desperate confessions, spilling out between gasps and shudders.

“l-love you… both of you, so much,” you babble, the sincerity threaded with breathless need, and it’s enough to push them over the edge.

satoru’s groans vibrate against you as he holds your hips, fighting to keep focus on your pleasure even as suguru’s relentless hand brings him to his own breaking point. he tries to keep his mouth steady, his tongue still teasing over you, but he’s undone, bucking helplessly, gasping, “shit… suguru, i —”

“you like this, don’t you?” suguru sneers, his voice thick with both pride and satisfaction as he thrusts into satoru. “can’t even take your eyes off her, even while i'm inside you,” he taunts, his words making even satoru flush. “look at you both, so desperate, so damn needy.”

satoru lets out a strangled moan, his body tensing as he comes, his release coating his own stomach as suguru’s hand jerks him through it. satoru’s head tilts back, eyes half-lidded with dazed pleasure, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he lets himself fall into the sensation, never breaking contact with you.

the combination of their sounds, suguru’s deep, satisfied groans as he spills into satoru, satoru’s quiet, shuddering gasps beneath you, and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your own body, sends you tumbling into your third - or was it fourth? - climax. it’s dizzying, consuming, leaving you boneless, shaking, barely holding onto the headboard as the last tremors run through you.

satoru is quick to catch you, his strong arms guiding you down to rest, his mouth softening from its earlier intensity as he places gentle kisses against your thighs. “ya good, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his tone tender, grounding you with a warm smile as he brushes damp strands of hair from your face.

“yeah… just, totally spent,” you mumble, a laugh slipping out as you relax into his hold. suguru settles beside you, his hand stroking soothing circles on your back, his gaze softened from its earlier sharpness.

“good girl,” suguru praises, his voice quiet now, full of affection as he pulls a blanket over you. “took everything we gave you… we’re proud of you.” his lips brush your forehead, and for a moment, there’s only warmth, only the steady rise and fall of your breaths.

you snuggle between them, letting out a contented sigh. “oh, by the way, um…” you start, a sheepish pout forming, “there wasn’t actually a date tonight.”

there’s a beat of silence before satoru bursts into laughter, his hands coming up to cover his face as he leans back, groaning.

“are you serious?” he scoffs, shaking his head. “we did all that because you made up some story?”

suguru smirks, though there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as he leans close, tugging you gently by the chin so you’re looking right at him. “you’re a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice low with amusement. “but you’re ours now, so there’s no need to make up stories to get our attention.”

“unless…” satoru teases, his eyes glinting mischievously. “you just like getting us all riled up.” he taps your nose, chuckling as he pulls you back against him, letting you rest in his embrace.

you let out a soft giggle, feeling safe, cherished, utterly at ease. satoru's arm tightens around you, pulling you flush against him as his laughter bubbles up, muffled by your hair.

"oh, yeah," he snickers, his voice low and teasing, "guess we’re a trio now, huh? what, you didn’t think it’d get official after all that?”

suguru huffs a laugh, his hand resting comfortably on your hip as he leans in, eyes glinting with that familiar mix of amusement and mischief. “our little trio, huh?” he murmurs, his tone somehow both affectionate and playful. “and here i thought you’d keep us on our toes a little longer.”

you look up at them both, cheeks still warm, lips swollen from all the breathless kisses, and you can’t help the laugh that spills out of you. “so that’s it, huh? i’m stuck with you two now?”

“stuck?” satoru grins, his voice full of mock offense. “you better be thrilled to be our third, princess. you know how hard it was to keep this one” — he tilts his head at suguru, whose smirk only grows — "from swooping in first?”

suguru chuckles, rolling his eyes as he brushes a thumb along your cheek, his voice dipping. “oh, she was always going to be ours,” he murmurs, confident and possessive. “it was just a matter of when.”

“and where,” satoru quips, giving your hip a playful squeeze, making you squirm with a laugh. "and how often."

you press your hand to your forehead, sighing dramatically. “what did i get myself into?” you mock-groan, only to have both of them pull you close, laughter and warmth wrapping around you, sealing you into your newfound trio — exactly where you want to be.

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❛Can you focus on me?❜ ⸺ Geto Suguru

【⠀♱⠀】 SYNOPSIS. given you endless stressing, suguru just wants to take your mind off of anatomy just for a little while..

【⠀♱⠀】 WARNINGS. ooc suguru (it’s honestly my first time writing for him i think—) | dom! suguru | oral sex (f. receiving) | overstimulation | usage of pet names | finger fucking | etc.

【⠀♱⠀】 AUTHOR’S NOTE. short & sweet thing i randomly came up with after completely anatomy assignments <3. as usual please excuse any typos & grammar mistakes.

The screen was a blinding white, the naked body of a typical white man drawn upon it; little white boxes hanging off and labeling each body part. A few were filled in, whilst others remained blank. You’ve been stuck studying this for about an hour— worrying over body parts, functions, and much more.

Despite how challenging this current task was, you loved anatomy. A body part wasn’t always as simple as an arm or leg, this class helping you see deeper then that. It was interesting; all the different names for a single limb.

However, it didn’t matter how much you enjoyed the class if you were currently stumped. Your notes simply weren’t helping like they should, and you refused to use the internet. There was no learning from that.

Continuously you would slide back from the desk you were seated infront of, using a finger to point out the body parts you knew for certain. The accurate names escaped your lips in a soft mantra, eyebrows knitting close together whenever you stumbled or forgot a word. The frustration was growing, a telltale sign you should leave this assignment for now.

But, you were stubborn. And very intuitive; if you stepped away now, there was a chance you wouldn’t come back to the assignment.

A sigh of escaped your lips, catching the attention of the man currently laying amongst your sheets. His hair was loose from his usual lazy ponytail, and eyes focused upon the tiny book resting within his hand. Though, the gaze did. switch over to you in a second.

“You should step away for a moment, [Name].” Geto spoke. Your studying antics weren’t a surprise nor out of the norm; your mind simply believed cramming it in a single session was the most affective method. While he couldn’t exactly agree, you were a great student so the man couldn’t totally find fault. Still, hearing your unhappy sighs whenever you didn’t understand material was enough for him.

At his words your head lifted, turning your swivel chair to glance at his direction. That was tempting, both the suggestion and him; laying across your sheets in nothing more then sweatpants with the waistband of his boxers poking out. But, you refused— head shaking to effectively rid any second guessing out of your mind. “If I do that, I’ll never get done.”

The corner of his lip rose in a small smile, hand falling to allow his paperback to rest on his lap. “Maybe.. but you’re burning yourself out.” A worried tone hugged his words, eyes dipping across your form. Again, it was common for Suguru to urge you to take a minute. Just a single minute away from the stressful task.

And most times, you refused.

“I’m almost done anyway, Sugu. I promise.” You weren't completely lying. The diagram you were currently labeling was the second to last question, which made this so much more aggravating. You were right there, you simply needed the final push.

Suguru stared at your back for a moment, unmoving and searching for the solution to your stubbornness. Most times he could never find one, given it’s a trait that has seeped into odd aspects of your life— and relationship. He found it endearing at times, cute at others. But downright irritating at most. Especially when your stubbornness came at your own expense.

A soft breath escaped from his lips, pushing his forgotten book to the side before swinging his legs over the bed. With a single rise, and two long strides around the furniture he was approaching you; coming right at your side.

Noticing him, your hand quickly moved to grip the top of your laptop. Suguru was notorious for grabbing it off your desk or even closing it after assuring your work was saved. Such antics you were used to, and couldn't afford to happen.

But, it seemed his focus was elsewhere completely. Suguru’s hands rose and found your armrests, gripping them tightly. He switched your chair away from the desk, hovering above you. “Take a break.” His sweet voice urged again, lowering to allow your foreheads to brush against one another.

You glanced up at your lover, feeling your eyes flutter the moment his lips ghosted your warm skin. You always wondered if Suguru practiced magic in his past time, given how easily you could fall under his spell. His touches, gaze, and cool breath rolling against your skin. You were leaning into the man as his lips lowered to the side of your neck, nibbling against the skin gently.

Tempting.. tempting, it all was. You nearly shot up from the chair in desperation. But, your work came first. A steadfast commitment you had to keep.

Your hands rose against his chest, gently pushing him away from your neck. “Suguru..” You murmured softly, fighting yourself on this decision.

He was sighing even softer at his point, hands sliding from the chair and down to your thighs; uncovered given the nightshirt you wore. “You’re gonna burn out,” Suguru spoke, lowering before you until his knees hit the floor. Your eyes widened as they followed his movements, lips parting as his grip on your thighs tightened.

“— get upset, tired, and become unable to focus on anything.” His words were true, quick observations and results he’s took in since the beginning of your relationship. Suguru’s hands lifted your thighs, pushing you back in your chair until it bumped against the wall. With this leverage he was raising you even higher until your covered cunt was flashing him, the thin fabric of your pajamas pushed up to your waist.

“Suguru, yo—“ The words were caught in your throat the moment his lips traced the inside of your leg, a shiver running through your body all the way down to your toes. You felt him laying your legs on his broad shoulders, leaving you wide to accommodate his large size.

Suguru’s fingers then rose, delicately gliding across your panties before pulling them to the side— allowing them to stay caught on the junction between your thigh. He got closer, pressing his lips against your mound gently and squeezing you close the moment you twitched.

“Just a small break, love. I want you to step back and simply focus on me.” Suguru spoke right against you, lips traveling to your slit before you could even reply. A hand slithered between the two of you, thick fingers separating your wetting folds. Eagerly, your lover’s tongue escaped his mouth to lick a bold stripe along it; the flat of it catching your swelling bud.

You gasped at the feeling, leaning back into the chair and melting within moments. Here you were again, succumbing so easily to his spell— this pleasure. His tongue had only just started gliding across you and you were already keening; thighs twitching with each swipe across your hardening clit. Every pass you were getting wetter and wetter, arousal growing in large waves.

Your breathing was getting heavier, head lighter, and your mind emptier as Suguru continued. What’s more, the moment his lips wrapped around your clit— your thighs were squeezing his head, his name falling from your lips in a heavy cry. He moaned against you, soft mmms vibrating against your pussy as he devoured you entirely.

Releasing your clit, his tongue went flat against you; circling your heat. A mixture of the man’s saliva and your arousal dribbled down from between your thighs and to your taint, surely staining the leather seat under you. Your stomach was clenching, hands abandoning your shirt to instead curl your fingers through his hair.

Little tears were forming in your eyes, slamming them shut as the pleasure consumed your body. You were shaking, a bubbling storm ready to burst within minutes. It felt as if Suguru had only just started to toy with you, and yet you were so close already.

“Fu—fuck, fuck..hm—!” You gasped out, fingers tightening on his hair, pushing your pussy right into his face. This alone caused his hands to fall under your ass, assisting you in rising your hips even higher.

Suguru always loved this part of it all; the desperation. There were times you were so shy and reserved whenever his mouth was on you— as if scared to express yourself. But that’s exactly what he wanted, for you let go. Every twitch, moan, gasp, and more; Suguru would stay here for hours until he got every single one.

A prize that wasn’t only for you.

His hand slipped between your thighs again, pushing two thick’s fingers inside your wet entrance. Not even a second passed and he was curling them, pushing against the spongy spot within you just to feel you shake even more.

“Suguu.. fuck—!”

A breathy chuckle fanned right against you, his messy lips rising into a sweet smile. “Oh, look at that.. making such a mess for me.” Suguru breathed right into your pussy, fingers plunging in and out of you at the perfect angle.

Your hips were rising to meet the thrusts, clit throbbing as your hands trembled. Cries of pleasure escaped your lips freely, pornographic sounds that had his cock straining against his sweats.

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh?” Suguru’s eyes dipped across your form, lidded and filled with lust. It was no secret he was proud of himself at the moment, fully stealing your attention away from the silly assignment. The smirk on his face even deepened the moment he noticed your computer screen had gone black.

“That’s it sweet girl, release it all for me. Let it out..”

His thumb rose to rub tight circles upon your bud, coaxing you with a come hither movement within your wet entrance. Your walls pulsed around the digits, thighs closing around his arm as the pleasure began to peak. Suguru’s eyes were focused completely on you, savoring the woman before him that twitched so uncontrollably.

Your head knocked back against chair, crying out as the pleasure surged through you— releasing all over his fingers. Which didn’t stop, continuing to fuck into you until harsh, overstimulated whines were escaping you.

“Fu—fuck, Suguru— I get it, I..” You cried out as little tears lol spilled from your eyes, trickling down your hot cheeks. Despite your protests and trembles his movements never stopped, continuing to curl his fingers to allow his finger pads to grind against that special spot

“Mm.. don’t think you do. Anatomy still on your mind, sweetheart— huh?” He was torturing you now, fingerfucking you with no concern for your well-being. Despite your weak cries and trembles, he fully expected a reply; shown in Suguru’s raised eyebrow and rising to be face to face.

“It is, isn’t it?”

You quickly shook your head, arousal pooling with each thrust; making a sticky mess between your thighs and the chair. Your walls were clenching around his fingers harshly, chest raising and lowering at such an intense pace it was nearly concerning. The burning yet pleasurable sensation of your orgasm was licking at the pit of your stomach, threatening to explode at any second.

Suguru leaned down, using his free hand to grab your throat and move you closer to him. His thumb rose to press against your cheek, planting his lips against your own in a deep kiss. He swallowed the sweet mantra of his name you bellowed, feeling your thighs shake before your hips rose for the last time.

Your release was dripping by now, coating his fingers. Unlike before Suguru withdrew his digits, allowing you to finally breathe.

The kiss broke apart shortly after, a single string of saliva connecting your lips. You leaned into the man, panting softly as you felt his hands fall to your hips.

“When’s your assignment due, love?”

“Tomorrow night.”

Suguru chuckled softly to himself, rising you up from the chair and moving towards the bed.

“You can pick it back up tomorrow morning.”

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[gunslingrr]

I humbly request gojo and geto x reader smut 🙏

I DID NOT FORGET YOUR REQUEST HERE YOU GO 😭

DESERVE IT !

warnings/content - 3some, petname(s) (baby), oral (f receiving) // paring - gojo&geto x fem!reader

summary- you, gojo, and geto are in a poly relationship. You had just came home from another stressful day at work so your boyfriends decided to help with that stress.

You unlocked the door to your home with a deep sigh. You had another shitty day at work and your boss got on your nerves more than usual. Sometimes you wonder why you still haven’t quit yet.

“I’m home!” You called out as you closed the door behind you, locking it once it was closed. You then saw Gojo and Geto making their way towards you, a group hug emerging between the three of you.

“Hey! How was work?” Gojo asked before giving you a small kiss on your nose.

“It wasn’t that great honestly..” You answered with a sigh. Geto looked at you with a concerned look before speaking.

“How come? Customers being difficult again?” Geto tilted his head, his long black hair shifting with his movement. You nodded at his question before you rubbed your forehead out of frustration.

“On top of that, my boss made stuff worse. I’m just.. over this job.” You groaned, taking your hand off your forehead as you folded your arms. The three of you stood there in silence for a moment before Gojo looked at Geto with a smirk.

"Suguru, why don't we give our girl some stress relief?" Gojo chuckled, his hand rubbing on your shoulder.

"That's a good idea. What do you think, baby?" Geto leaned down and spoke into your ear, his breath tickling the skin.

"Well... I could use the stress reliever," You mumbled. The two men nodded at your words before leading you towards your room. Once the three of you made it to the room Gojo gently sat you down on the bed, leaving a kiss on your cheek, then your shoulder before he spoke.

“Just relax. We’ll take care of you,” Gojo whispers, his tall frame leaning down before you. Gojo's lips soon latched onto yours, his tongue slowly slipping into your mouth. Geto sat behind you and trailed his hand up your shirt. His cold hands traveled up and down your torso as he kissed your neck. Gojo broke the kiss and slid his hand in your pants, His fingers rubbing against your clothed cunt as a moan slipped from your mouth.

"You're already so wet for us... I suppose we should give you what you want. Right, Suguru?" Gojo questioned, his voice slightly cocky as he chuckled at your wetness. Geto nodded in agreement before removing his hands and lips from your body. Gojo slid both your pants and underwear off at the same time, your arousal glistening in the light.

"What a pretty sight..." Geto purred. He and Gojo were kneeling before you, their piercing eyes gazing into yours. They then started to lick in between your folds, a loud gasp erupting from your mouth. Geto brought his tongue to your clit and ran circles around it. You felt your legs already trembling from the warm feeling of both their tongues while your hands were holding onto the edge of the bed for dear life. While Geto was focused on your clit, Gojo was sucking and kissing your folds. You felt yourself already reaching your peak from the double sensation.

"I'm cumming!" You yelped out but your warning was a bit too late and you released before you could finish your sentence. Gojo lapped at your release with Geto soon joining him in the action. Your eyes immediately shut closed when you felt both their tongues again, your moans practically filling up the room. Your boyfriends both let out groans as they went to work on your cunt with their tongues, the noises of their slurping and licking turning you on even more. The both of them practically dug their heads into you. You knew with the amount of stamina they had this could go on for the whole night. Gojo brought his hand up and started rubbing circles around your puffy clit, a loud gasp flying out of your mouth.

“Fuck.. I think I’m gonna cum again..” You groaned as you covered your eyes with your arm.

“Go ahead, baby. Let it out..” Geto whispered against your slit, the vibration of his voice sending you to the edge. You let out a loud moan before releasing on both of their tongues. Your legs slightly closed in on both of their heads until you felt Gojo’s hand grab onto your thigh, spreading your leg open some more before speaking.

“I think she can take more, don’t you?” Gojo asked the other male as he rested his cheek against your inner thigh.

“Most definitely.”

You listened to their words, your breathing still trying to catch up. But before you could finally catch your breath you felt the warmness of their tongues again. Your hands clawed onto the sheets once more as you prepared yourself for a long night.

a/n: My first lil 3way fic nun too crazy🤭 I’m so sorry if this is ass I lost motivation like halfway through LMAOOO also my fault for disappearing. Schools been A LOT on me lately but ima try to post more for y’all 🫶🏽

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↳ GETO すぐる + fem!reader

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense."

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Pt. 2

Summary : product testing with the helpful employee at the adult store!

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : using toys, stranger/hookup sex, softdom!Geto, praise, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, sex fantasy trope (sex with the adult store employee)

Note : i haven't made a trip to the adult store in ages bc... everything i want is so expensive lol (the struggle) 😭 i have some rlly funny adult store stories i could ramble about but i will refrain ✋ anyways, indulge yourselves in this fantasy, angels! 😈

Playme : wanna know what it's like?

The gate of the store buzzes, the employee watches you open it with a clink and enter the adult store. Your eyes flood with the overwhelming sight of wall-to-wall toys.

The smooth voice of the employee comes from behind the cash register.

"Yo."

Long hair. Dark, brooding look — almost gothic. Attractive hands with pronounced veins running over the back of them, poised on the countertop which he's lazing over.

He sees you and slowly straightens out his back out to impress you with his height.

"Ah, h-hello..."

He hears you stutter, and assumes it must be your first time in an adult store.

"First time? I mean, in an adult store, that is." he breaks the ice.

"Haha, y-yeah... yeah, it's my first time."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

He holds hard and deep eye contact with you. Yes, he's aware of how intensely he stares. He's doing it on purpose.

"Would you like some assistance, or do you just want to leisurely browse by yourself?"

His tone is so friendly, it doesn't let on to how heated his abdomen is getting at the sight of you.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate your assistance."

Aw, of course.

"M'kay... then let me assist you."

He smoothly comes out from behind the counter and the two of you stand in front of a wall of toys.

"Overwhelmed?" he chuckles, noting how your eyes widen while looking at all the products. "I know there's a lot to choose from. But just focus on your needs. What do you need?"

"What do I need? Honestly, I have no idea what I need." you laugh nervously.

I know exactly what she needs...

"Well, why don't we carefully go through the products together? I'm sure I can figure out what you need. Promise I know my stuff. I've been working here for three years."

His nonchalance and professionalism puts you at ease. It's something he prides himself on: making customers feel relaxed.

Your eye catches on a pink dildo, so he takes it off the rack to show you up close.

"This one's good, it's got a ribbed design." he shows it off. "Are you looking for just penetration or clitoral stimulation?"

Aw, she's flustered.

"Uh, both I guess? Yeah. I'd love both."

Of course you'd love both. That's what you need, pretty girl.

"Both? Come over here. Let me show you something you might like."

There's a flirty tension between the two of you that just keeps getting more and more... intense.

He plucks a curvy vibrator. It looks expensive. Because it is expensive.

"This one's got ten functions—"

"—ten?! Sounds a bit extra."

"Nothing's too extra when it comes to your personal pleasure."

The two of you share a long look, then laugh.

"But it really is an excellent product."

"Are you advertising?" you joke teasingly.

"Absolutely." he jokes, "Kidding. I'm not trying to come across as a preachy marketer or something. I've used it with partners in the past, that's why I'm recommending it; I know it's good. It's a pretty intense toy. Helps girls squirt even if they think they can't."

I could make her squirt.

He's running his eyes up and down your body.

"Is that so...?" you mumble flirtatiously, eyeing out the product in his veiny, manly hands.

"Hm, still a skeptic? Because I'm sure I could please you."

He hopes that you note his deliberate use of 'I' and not 'it' there.

"Yeah. I'm sure you could please me, too." you flirt.

A heat erupts in his abdomen and stomach.

Oh wow... now she's really flirting, huh? Why'd I wear tight pants today of all days...

He has an unwavering gaze on you. You've captivated him. Put him in some kinda horny trance.

"Did I say me? Sorry. Slip of the tongue." he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "I meant the vibrator." he obviously lies.

You and him exchange a suggestive, longing look. You can feel your pussy clench around nothing, begging to get stuffed up and pleasured.

He hesitates before speaking again, as if he's scared of crossing a line and making you uncomfortable.

"If you want to... we could test it out together?" he suggests. His nonchalance is an act, really he's so nervous when he asks this.

"I'd love to..." you consent, and he doesn't miss the erotic excitement in your tone.

He nods towards the backdoor, eyes keeping on you and your cute little body that he just wants to feel and squeeze like a toy itself.

"Promise to keep your lips sealed about this? I don't wanna get fired for uh... you know... demonstrating products... to my pretty customer."

"Only if you promise to help me squirt for the first time."

Oh wow. Fuck. I'm hard.

His lips widen into a devilish grin. "Sure thing."

After a sloppy, desperate make out with this stranger, you find yourself sat on the couch in the breakroom. Door locked. Blinds shuttered closed. Legs spread wide to his liking, as he cushions the vibrator into your plush slit.

He's rubbing it slowly up and down your folds. He watches your reactions intently, breathing heavier at the sight of your pussy squishing under the pink dildo. The buzzing sound fills the room, but your moans are louder.

He clutches the toy gently, massaging the bulbous head into your clit with sweeping circular motions.

"F-fuck... that pretty clit feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Let's get it feeling even better."

He turns it up a notch. It buzzes harder against your sensitive nub.

"How's that? Haha, yeah, intense, isn't it?

"Yeahhh — Fuck! Ohhh that's so good, that's so — oh my goddd fuckkk. S-sorry I think... I'm gonna cummm — !!"

"It's okay. Cum as hard as you can, yeah? I want you to get a good idea of how well this toy can pleasure you before you buy it, after all. Oh there we go... just let go and... f-fuck... wow... j-just cum like that. Fuck... that pretty clit feels so good now, huh? Gonna cum? Gonna cum for me, with a vibrator on your cunt?"

He takes note of your reaction to his dirty talk and smirks. Then he slyly turns the toy's setting higher and it buzzes more intensely, and in one... two... three... seconds, you're squirting like crazy all over the pink vibrator and his hand.

Holy shit, look at that pretty pussy gushing... she could drench my dick. I wanna be inside her so fucking baddd...

"Oh, see I told you... this product's a bit intense." he regains his professional tone after you cum.

He turns the toy off and watches you come down from your shaking orgasm, smug look on his face. He keeps it clutched in his veiny hand, and brings it up to his lips to suck and lick up all your juices from it.

She tastes so fucking good... I feel dizzy.

You watch him with wide eyes as he tastes your slick off the toy.

"F-fuck... wh-what did you s-s-say your name was again?" you stutter, starstruck by this stranger.

You're so fucking dizzy, your pussy is buzzing like it still feels the intensity of the toy against it.

"Hm, wanna know my name?" he smiles teasingly, "How about you cum on my face and then I'll tell you."

"Fuck, okay."

And then as soon as you give him permission, he's hungrily diving between your thighs.

"Oh my god..." he loves how you gasp and writhe under the influence of his mouth.

Let's see how fucked-out I can get her. Wanna see her lose her mind 'cause of me.

His lips latch onto your labia and suckle, then onto your clit. He points his tongue at your clit, then oh my god flattens it and laps at your bud while suckling. His softness shows a hint to tenderness in his personality; he really knows how to treat a woman well.

This stranger spoils your pussy with his tongue and lips. He seems to be in his own little world while nosing between your thighs. He carelessly gets your juices smeared across his cheek and lets the rest dribble down his chin.

"Fuck fuck fuck — like that, like that. Don't stop don't stop — !! 'm gonna cum! G-gonna — fffffffucking cummmm ahhhhh — !!"

He flicks the tip of his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, eager to make your pussy freak out on his mouth. Just before you cum he slips two fingers into your hole, middle and ring, and pumps them into a sweet spot hard. He just wants to get an idea of the feeling of your pussy when it cums.

Suckling at your clit, fingering you with nice hard rough strokes, closing his eyes like he's the one enjoying it meanwhile he's silent and you're moaning like you're going insane. He can tell you're close and speeds it up.

"Cum cum cum, cum for me. Just let go and cum." he sounds so desperate, and that professional tone of his is finally cracking. "Cum on my fucking face, please."

And he dives his tongue right back into your hole, wriggling his tongue around, resulting in the nastiest wet squelching sound. His lips press flat against your pussy, he draws in a deep breath and your heat is all he smells.

Please cum on my face. Please please please.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuckkkk!"

You gush right on his lips, which are plump and swollen and red and glistening with your slick.

He pulls away and licks his lips and tells you his name.

"Suguru, by the way. My name's Suguru. Hey... can I give you my number?"

Oh he's so smooth. But he's even smoother at the checkout, when he asks if you're free this Friday for a date. At his apartment. With the company of some of his favorite toys.

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born sinner (part two)

pairing: crime boss!suguru geto x fem!surgeon!reader series content: blood, gore, realistic descriptions of surgery but like as accurate as someone with access to google has, angst, slow-burn, eventual smut, anxiety as a heavy theme, no curses!au, violence, guns, gang mentions and typical violence, religious imagery, etc. wc: 10.7k a/n: i hated how this part turned out but please please please remember this is from the lovely @antizenin's big beautiful brain! part one // finale

“wake up, ebi.” you hear a low rasp in your dreams, making you jolt awake in bed and look around to make sure that you were actually alone. you rake your hands over your face and glance at your old desktop clock, glowing digital numbers telling you that it’s 4:35am. goosebumps prickle over your body—likely from the cool air circulating through the window, not from sultry whisper that roused you in the first place. you groan with annoyance. your body is used to waking up around this time for morning rounds, but now you have nothing to do but toy to go back to sleep or wonder how your yakuza patient was doing. it’s been a week since your backdoor surgery—since you saved him.. somehow, you can’t shake the man from your thoughts. you tell yourself it’s because he gave you a rush you thought you’d never experience after they took your license away, but the way his dark feline eyes flash into your mind tells you it must be something different. he was handsome, that was impossible to dispute, and utterly pointless as well since you wouldn’t be seeing him again. and that shouldn’t provoke you to frown in these early morning hours. you have bigger problems now, and he’s a dangerous man. he made that clear.

you pull out your phone to do your series of checks, firstly checking to see how much money you still have locked away in savings…which is hardly enough to last three months. your house is lavish, an expense you did not spare compared to your reasonable minivan. you enjoyed your large stand-alone frame on several acres close to your busy city. you enjoyed all the expensive art and decor you’ve spent years collecting—the idea of only having three more months of that made your chest tighten with fear. you’ve fought for an education–a lifestyle that ensured you’d never feel less than again, and now you’re going to lose it all. if you get one more email about “deciding you aren’t the best fit for the job” again, you might just find the mysterious yakuza man yourself and ask him to blow your brains out to spare you the trouble and embarrassment. the only jobs that had accepted you were too low in salary, and much more expensive to your pride. you didn’t know what to do anymore. you can’t even get out of bed for hours, paralyzed with anxiety. when was the last time you took your—you sat up quickly to grab the bottle only to find it empty and due for a refill as of three days ago. the realization only makes you laugh humorlessly before you sigh heavily, hating yourself for not being able to manage this any better. 

once you finally pull yourself out of your hiding place located far beneath the covers, you drag yourself to shower. the least you can do is try to stick to a normal routine so that you can transition into another job as soon as possible. while in the shower, you can’t help but think about him again. you hope he went to another hospital to have your work checked, but since you now know his occupation, you know better than to think he would seek help. that only worries you more, hoping beyond hope that the hazardous stranger was still holding strong with the dinner-table-grafts you installed  keeping his blood vessels from leaking out. you hope that he put ointment on his road rash, you hope that he kept his hand elevated—you just hope he’s alright—and then you wonder why your mind will only let you worry about your own future and that of this random stranger who threatened to murder you. well. have you murdered.

your brain goes on autopilot—guiding you to wash your hair and body without your mind ever deriving from the man. he should not have even been moving around that early—you were going to help him recover! you could have made sure he was alright—and now all you can hope for is that he’s with friends who care for him and will make him rest. 

“you should be resting.” satoru pouts, angrily watching his best friend grunt and groan in pain as he moves to dress himself. “you shouldn’t push yourself like this.” 

“you should stop mothering. i’m fine. we have business to attend to.” he silences him with the harsh bluntness in his tone, casting a challenging look over his shoulder for good measure. his body burns with pain, beads of sweat brimmed at his hairline and his body shook on occasion, but he had refused pain medicine. he wanted to remember this agony. he wanted it to be unforgettable—every ache that panged through his body when he tried to stretch, the absolute torture that consumed him head to toe when he took too deep a breath—it motivates him. he’ll find toji and sukuna and end them both for not finishing their job. that’s why he attempts to hastily fasten each button on his white dress shirt, but his unsteady fingers keep messing him up. 

“let me mother you some more then, geez.” satoru rolls his eyes, unafraid of suguru’s snappy nature. he knows his friend is stressed and in pain—he’s honestly just grateful he’s alive, but he wants him to stay that way. he takes a few long strides to bend at the waist and button his shirt for him. suguru sighs and rolls his eyes, but relents anyway. his abdomen throbs from the struggling, so this was a nice reprieve. satoru thinks about how he’s never seen suguru accept his help so willingly. he may want to kill toji even worse than suguru does. “now say thank you mommy!” he chuckles as he threads the last button.

suguru just gives him the faintest of smiles. gojo was annoying and the biggest pain in his ass because of his joking nature, but he can’t deny that that’s why he keeps him around to begin with. besides, suguru’s pretty sure the only person that truly loves him at this point is satoru. 

“you really want to go all the way back out there?” satoru asks, pushing up his signature black sunglasses. he goes ahead and fastens the chest holster on his boss without asking—meh, he’d be shocked to be punished for it. he clicks the safety on suguru’s kimber and tucks it into the leather holster that rested across his sutures. he doesn’t miss the way suguru grimaces and closes his eyes—almost as if he’s willing off the pain. the gun feels heavy on his chest, but he nods, albeit very slowly. 

“yes. have choso bring the car.” he says, reaching for his coat. satoru rolls his eyes at his stubbornness and snatches the dark coat from him. 

“this better be worth it…whatever it is.” he huffs, helping him shrug it on before he left the room to undoubtedly fetch choso and the new s-class mercedes–more sporty and less bulky than the dearly separated bronco, but just as bulletproof. 

suguru sighed in the moment of quiet he had. he thought about you, and if this was a good decision to make considering how kind you’ve been to him. your gentle eyes and delicious home-cooked food, small trembling hands that steadied to save his life and enough nerve to offer to help him even though you knew what he is. you’ve given him a second chance. he can get his revenge and accomplish his mission all because a drunken girl found him in the alley and happened to be a heart surgeon. 

he hasn’t traveled anywhere since he’d returned to his home, falling over on the couch as soon as he’d made it past his threshold. he’s not quite sure how he even made it back. he remembers satoru and choso’s concerned anguished yelling, debating whether or not to take him to the hospital. he can hear satoru crying because he didn’t go with him–choso’s stunned disbelief over it all. he mumbled that he would be alright, that an angel had saved him, and then he passed out. the next few days were a blur of coming in and out of consciousness, the pain too much for him to bear while awake. he supposes it’s only natural for satoru to worry so much now.

the door creaks open again, revealing the said worried friend who looks him over once or twice, white brows permanently furrowed into a grimace. “car’s ready. are you?”

after the shower went cold, you crawled out of the water with a heavy sigh and pushed yourself through your hair and skin routine. it was the closest thing to normal that you had and you needed to cling to it. then you get dressed and force yourself downstairs to your kitchen—coaching yourself into making breakfast. just a simple tomato egg and rice, but enough to keep you fulfilled while you checked your emails. nothing. nothing but low-rate/too simple jobs that would have you braindead in weeks. if you couldn’t get satisfaction or the amount of money you need to survive, what was the point?

suddenly, your breakfast didn’t seem very appetizing anymore. you push your plate away and call in your refill at your pharmacy down the street, feeling a little successful once you’ve scheduled your pickup. your brain even rewards you with a brief bout of silence for once—but there’s a knock at the door that rips that away. 

you push your heavy cherry oak chair back from the matching table, bare feet pitter-pattering  over a similar material hardwood floor. your thoughts race. maybe it’s one of your friends who had abandoned you since you left the hospital coming to apologize. maybe it was that trashy ex of yours finally coming to pick up his stuff—though you’d have to let him know he was short a few articles of clothing. what you do not expect was for you open up the door to reveal the yakuza man—tall, dark, and in all his intimidating glory. his color was better, and the scrapes on his face had started to heal nicely. but he wasn’t alone, two other just as scary men stand on either side of him. they must think you’re a dangerous loose end—he did say he would kill you if he found out you lied—but you never did? you think the worst immediately, sad and pathetic little life flashing before your very eyes. 

“oh no, no—please don’t kill me! i swear i didn’t tell anyone–” 

“oh hush, we’re not here to kill you.” he rolls his eyes at your pleas before narrowing them at the sight of tears in yours. he wasn’t that heartless, you had saved his life. there was little you could do that would have him resorting to killing you, though keeping that little tidbit of information close to his chest for now was the best option. “i want you to work for me.” 

you feel the blood drain from your face. you can’t work for him! he’s a bad man, who works with bad people. you’ll be saving bad people so they can go out and do bad things–

“it’s not all that you think it is. you would be handsomely compensated and well protected by some of my best men. you would simply want for nothing that i couldn’t give you the same day.”

“no, no, i couldn’t. really, i…i’m not cut out for it.” you shake your head, eyeing the three men. the other two stare at you like they’re surprised to see you, but the yakuza man smiles down at you with amusement despite your rejection and the tremendous amount of pain he must still be in. “i–i don’t even know your name.” 

“geto suguru, and i think you’re precisely cut out for it, ebi.” he hums, looking around your large living room with what he can see over your shoulder. “i’ve done my research on you. you were a top rated cardiothoracic surgeon. you even studied neurology and general surgery for a year each before you settled on your specialty. and you just got fired for anxiety attacks, so it seems you’re in need of a new position.” he removes his hands from his pockets to bow to you, and his companions exchange a look of confusion before they do the same. “take it as a sign of my gratitude. you can name your price, and i will shield you from any trouble.” 

you bite on your lip. his offer is tempting considering the lack of success you’ve been having this week. but it’s highly illegal dirty money. you can’t give him an answer immediately, not with three pairs of eyes staring at you in wait. “i…need time to think about it.” 

“excellent.” his dark eyes glimmer as if you’ve said yes, and he nods. “i’ll give you the week. here.” he slides a card in between his fingers, name and number printed neatly on the thick stock. you look between the information and his own seemingly gentle eyes. they weren’t as cold and angry as they had been when he woke up in your home, cornered and afraid. no, now he was in complete control. he had nothing to fear—especially from a girl like you. the warmth in them urges you to reach forward and take the card, to which he nods approvingly. “i hope to hear from you soon, doctor.” he grins, sticking a cigarette between his lips. 

“you really shouldn’t smoke like that–not while recovering.” you raise a brow, shaking your disapproving head. satoru starts to shake his head. how many times has he told suguru to cut back on the cigarettes? it never works. but to his shock, suguru pulls the cancer stick from his lips and tucks it back in his coat pocket, smirking at you. 

“thank you for the medical advice. next wednesday.” he reminds, tipping his head to you again before letting his men walk in front of him towards the nice car sitting in your driveway. it looked unnatural next to your old honda—but you suppose none of this is very organic. you saved the life of a yakuza boss—not just some henchman like you had assumed—and now he wants you to come and repeat your techniques on his lackeys injured in violence.

you think about the offer on the way to get your medicine later that day, and for nearly every second for the rest of the day after that. it makes you question everything. did you have morals anymore? was money the only thing that mattered to you? living comfortably was more valuable to you than the lives that would undoubtedly be harmed if you choose to call the yakuza man—now known under the luxuriously smooth name of geto suguru—at the end of these seven days. you knew the answer. you are a selfish surgeon, after all. 

it takes him a great effort to get through that little doorstep interaction with you without grimacing in pain. it’s an even greater effort to get back in the car—his chest wounds stretch impossibly tight as he tries to buckle himself in, and like any good friend, satoru won’t allow him to suffer. 

“you sure about this girl?” he asks him, eyes fixed on the task at hand. suguru finds the question ridiculous. he even screws up his face in slight disgust at his boldness. 

“of course i am. she saved my life.” he manages to stop the snarl in his voice before it starts. satoru clicks his belt in and sighs, dramatically falling back into his own seat beside him as choso operates the vehicle since the loss of ijichi in the car accident—another reason that toji and sukuna would be facing retribution at his hands. 

“yeah, you kinda said the same thing last time.” he grumbles a little, remembering his warning about their teacher. suguru bit the inside of his cheek to keep from snapping back a response. perhaps the pain had worn down his usual patience, but he was not of sound mind to be second-guessed today. 

“she’s harmless. i have a good…feeling about her.” he settles on instead, looking out at the rolling scenery passing by the tinted windows rather than meet satoru’s puzzled stare. suguru knew it was a rather ridiculous thing to say, ever the logician. but how could he explain that he thought you were the voice in his head that called to him to keep fighting? he wonders if that’s possible, to hear a voice he had never before—in his mind. and if it is, and if it is you that voice belongs to, there has to be some reason to that. he’s not a man that believes in coincidences, and that’s plenty logical in this line of work. his trust in one may have lead him to the brink of death, but perhaps it was the chance at rebirth; and your voice was his guide. he knew that would be insane to spout off with, so he dismisses satoru’s eyes burning holes in the back of his head. “i owe her my life. you should be grateful to her. she’ll likely save your life too.”

“if she agrees. if she doesn’t have some unknown ties we don’t know about or some secret training! i’m just sayin’. maybe it’s not the best idea to bring a stranger into the mix right now.”

“shut up,” he finally snaps, turning his head as quick as an owl, looking equally pissed. “i know what i’m doing. i appreciate your opinion, satoru. i do. i was wrong about toji, and i have to live with such regrets. but now you’re paranoid. the girl has chronic anxiety, she needs a job, and i owe her a favor. she is not some secret ninja nor sukuna’s plant. speaking of. get eyes on his latest movements and leave me alone for today.” he steels those void-like eyes of his, making satoru purse his lips out to the side. he nods, just hoping that suguru’s gut led him right this time. 

suguru does let satoru’s concern stick with him, though not in the way he expected. it was dangerous to subject you to the inner workings of his territory. it was dangerous to be fixated upon you, but he could not stop checking his phone to see if there had been word from you yet. he knew he was strong enough to protect you from anything unsavory. but perhaps you would reject his offer, and he would not know if you were the angel meant to save him for good. 

the card is heavy between your fingers. you twirl it between them, laying on your scratchy wool covered couch, high ceilings ascending to a high peak like you were attending church. you chewed on the fat part of your bottom lip, debating with yourself. the voices in your head weren’t nearly so kind. on one side, you feel pretty concretely about the situation. the only job offers demean you and ensure you have to move. your purpose in this life is to save others, and the time to play god was over. you can let him sort out who goes where when that time comes. you’re called to be a helper; and that was something to be proud of. the unknowns, however. considering what shape you found geto in, you wonder just how safe he can keep you, especially if he’s in need of a long-term surgeon. what would your working conditions be like? how easy will your conscious let you sleep with illegal money in your bank account?

you grab for your phone anyway. what is life without a little risk? you were nothing if you didn’t get to operate. all your dedication and hard work would go to waste if you didn’t take this last opportunity. you can sort out the details later! he’s given you long enough to think about it—if he really wanted, he could easily take you and make you do what he wanted anyway. at least there’s autonomy in this.

your hands still shake when you dial his number though. unfortunately, no matter how iron set in your ways you felt, your brain would still throw out second guesses. he picks up on the third ring and you can hear the satisfaction in his voice. 

“ohayo ebi, i’ve been expecting you.” he hums, the baritone of his voice rumbling through your speaker. you wondered why he called you that of all things. he seemed respectful in every other instance, calling you doctor in almost all other conversations. 

“you think i’m a little shrimp?” you ask him—momentarily forgetting this was a business conversation. he chuckled once—you can tell it hurt him based on the cough of coverup that comes next. 

“in an endearing way, yes.” he replies unabashedly, tilting his chin closer to the receiver. he wanted to know if it made you blush, he wondered just how nervous you were just to talk to him. you seemed controlled enough that day, but his research indicates your anxiety was a lifelong issue, and truly he only wanted to ease it in the ways he can. “but i assume that since i’m hearing from you—”

“i want to know more. what kind of facilities will i have? what kind of schedule–if any?” you interrupt, feeling your face grow hot once you realized just how much you overstepped. 

“you’re so bold on the phone, little one. i will pick you up in an hour to tour the facilities since you’re curious. then you can sign some paperwork, and we’ll be partners.” he croons, you can tell he must be quite the businessman just from how easily the words glide from his lips. your heart nervously ticks a beat—but you’re not sure at what. the way he speaks to you, his easy agreement to show you around, or just his relief to hear from you at all. 

“i suppose…that will work, yes.” you decide slowly, hesitantly nodding as if he can see. he grins, nodding to choso to get the car warmed up. 

“wonderful. see you soon.” and the call disconnects not a second later. your rapidly beating heart slows in the momentary relief you have. you’ve made a decision, however regrettable it may be…you’ll find out later. but until then, you get to be a surgeon again!

your relaxation is short-lived, for your hammering heart reminds you that geto will be here in an hour to pick you up. what exactly did someone wear to become a yakuza doctor? you assume black is always a safe option, but you really weren’t familiar with their fashions. you weren’t happy with any of the outfits you picked, feeling none of them were right for the occasion. what occasion—you weren’t entirely sure, but you wanted to see geto’s fond smile again when he picked you up. you don’t want to think about the broader implications of that right now, entirely too focused on selecting the perfect ensemble. 

by some miracle, you’re ready when suguru knocks on your door. you’re dressed professionally, hair laid back and figure outlined in a black pencil skirt. your sensibly baggy sweater doesn’t distract him from thinking about the body underneath. he’s shameless. he admires the way you lean against your door and feign surprise to see him, unable to stop the amused grin from spreading his lips. 

“ah, there she is. my new doctor, thank you for the consideration.” he tilts his chin down to show gratitude. you just blink at him, eyeing the slow and calculated way he moves, no doubt from his wounds. your lips tighten into what you think is a smile of greeting, but he recognizes it as hesitance. you’re still quite weary, which was to be expected of anyone suddenly joining a life of crime—and considering your affinity for panic attacks, he’s actually quite impressed that your face doesn’t betray more of your worry. he imagines that you had to learn how to steel your face as a surgeon. how else would you earn trust from patients and your team if you looked as terrified as you felt? 

“of course, geto-san. thank you for the generous offer, even if i am still curious.” you step out onto your porch, shutting your door with a sense of finality. no more backing out. whatever doubts you were having would have to wait until you had time to ponder them later. the same black mercedes’ engine purrs softly in wait for you, tinted windows so dark you couldn’t possibly tell if there was anyone else inside of it. he extends his elbow–on his left side, the one that was unmarred in whatever accident that left him so brutally wounded. you look at him in wonder, slightly astonished by his chivalry, but you tuck your hand over his bicep and let him guide you to the car with only the slightest of panging in your chest. 

naturally, he opens your door for you too, and as much as your heart wants to flutter, it can only squeeze with the worry that he’s overexerting himself. he circles back to his side and slides in beside you—tan leather sparkling clean as if this was some rental. 

“you don’t take direction very well.” you comment, unsure what prompts you to be so forthright with the literal archangel of crime. perhaps it’s the fact he’s been nothing but kind since he’s been in his right mind—if he even is—but whatever motivates you almost always causes instant regret as soon as you speak. 

he only chuckles through his nose, no doubt to spare him the pain of actually laughing. “i will have you know, i haven’t enjoyed one cigarette since you last chastised me.” he hums, his voice was a regal sound, yet you still doubted the validity. 

“and how do i know that’s true?” you counter, your tone prompts choso to meet eyes with geto in the rearview mirror and you swallow, doubting your attitude yet again. 

he only smiles softly, fishing the pack of cigarettes from his inside coat pocket. he extends it to you. “the same pack from last week. isn’t that so?” 

you inspect it to find only one cigarette missing, humming in a reluctant agreement. it seems you weren’t the only one trying to impress. you give him a proud nod, maybe feeling your ego swell a little knowing that you have some sway over the yakuza boss’ habits. “it does appear so. you’ve also distracted from the point, which is your wounds are not yet healed. nowhere close, in fact. if you don’t get the rest your body requires, it will betray you.” you nod, knowing fatigue and infection are more dangerous than anything else at this point. 

he eyes you, lips slightly pursed. you mother him more than satoru. he goes to respond, but his subconscious recognizes the path the car winds along. instead of responding with the same sauciness he would give satoru, he only smiles, prompting you to look out of the dash. “welcome to the geto estate.” 

you stare ahead at the house, mouth dropping briefly. you clench your jaw shut quickly before he notices. your house was lovely and very expensive, large and manorly in all aspects. you had gorgeous vaulted ceilings and a highly decorated study. but it seemed like a cottage compared to this. there were several buildings across the acreage in front of you, for friends and family and his serving staff as well as his regular staff–each building more lavish than the next. his was clearly in the middle, paths of beautiful gardens with flowers you’ve never seen before paired with trees as large as small mountains, all leading to an elaborate dark brick-laid mansion that bustled with life. this was definitely not what you expected a mafia man to live in. 

“it’s…gorgeous.” you breathe out in soft admiration. his eyes flit over your features in satisfaction. if you enjoyed the outside, he hopes the inside would really seal the deal, especially the wing he’s dedicated just to you. 

“thank you, it’s been a long project of mine.” he shares, of course his latest addition was the miniature hospital off behind his main house in order to surprise you and keep the practice a secret for the time being. 

you blink at that revelation. “you designed all of this?” 

“with a lot of professional help, of course. they mostly…translated my ideas onto paper. it’s useful to have a unique floorplan with your own designs in this life. no one will know what i know, if you understand what i mean.” he nods, cutting his eyes back over to you before he scans the surroundings. that look sets your stomach to turning. 

he means that he has hiding spots and plans within these houses that no one but him and the designers and architects know about. he has safe rooms and corner passageways that would keep you safe in the event of an attack. you note that he is intelligent and thoughtful, things that may be of use later. you really had no idea what would and wouldn’t be useful anyway—but it made you feel better to try to gather information to your surprise, he pulls in one of the garages of his main house. 

“the entrance to your hospital is through my home, in order to control who goes in and out. that will keep you the safest.” he explains, seemingly reading the expression on your face. you have to fight the urge to smile. his thoughtfulness strikes again, and it does seem like he intends to keep you as safe as possible. it strangely puts you at ease.

“you aren’t messing around with security.” you nod curtly, eyeing the driver as he comes around to open your door for you. he’s young, slightly younger than the people he’s been carting around. for a fleeting moment, you wonder how he got tangled up in this lifestyle. it takes suguru some time to join you—balancing himself against the car until he catches his breath enough to continue. you could tell it was something that no one would comment on, so you would do the same. his men walk ahead of him to ensure he faces no obstacles in getting you to the “hospital” as he called it.

you do have to walk a short path through his house to get there, though. his ceilings are high and arched like a church, the floors a clean marble, no cracks in the foundation. everything is streamline and modern, only blacks and grays as far as a color scheme goes. it’s so spotless it hardly looks lived in—and you can’t help but gape at the view from the long windows, the pristine furniture, the ornate paneling above the fireplace—it’s all incredible, and he doesn’t mind to walk slower anyhow. in fact, he’s strangely intrigued to crawl along at this snail’s pace with you and let you gaze at his foyer and kitchen and living room. he’s nearly studying your surprise, feeling his stitches pull around his chest wound. or maybe it was his heart? he’s not certain, but he’s relieved that choso is guiding you through the winding hallways if for no other reason than that he can take his time in staring. 

the closer you get to your ward, the more…antsy he gets to see your reaction. he hopes it will fit any standards you may have conceived from walking through his house. it was a pretty last minute addition in any event, but he likes to think he has enough connections to assemble a starting point for you to be proud of. when choso throws the door open and reveals the large side building—your mouth actually drops. 

it was like an entire floor of the hospital. there was an x-ray and an mri machine and of course a ct scanner, carts and carts of medical equipment strewn outside each little room. you hoped you would never see all of these rooms full, but it was better to have the space on hand anyhow. the antiseptic stings your nose in the most comforting way, your blood rushes with adrenaline. you poke your head around to see blood bank stores and suture kits, breathing tubes, and iv bags all in a separate room—you’re practically racing around to see it all. it had only been two weeks since your departure from the hospital, but it had felt like lifetimes. this felt almost normal, and given his pattern of thoughtfulness, you can’t help but think it was intentional. 

“what do you think?” he asks, giving you that same reserved-but-amused grin. his head was cocked down with his eyebrow raised, seemingly eager to hear to your opinions. he has a certain arrogance in his features that you recognize as pride. surgeons have never been known for their humility, so you can appreciate his confidence, and his eagerness to hear your feedback. 

“it seems you did your research.” you comment, nodding. he sees the way you fight back a smile—and ultimately lose. it’s state of the art, he knows it is—he ordered it to be constructed this way. and he knows that this is the happiest he’s seen you look since he’s met you, and that that makes him feel a deep sense of refined peace that he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt before. your broad grin definitely evokes foreign feelings. 

it’s still surreal, you don’t think that will ever wear off. just a convenient string of events that have lead you to your own privately built and privately run hospital. the architect of bad luck carved your paths to intertwine—can you build that into something positive now? your job and whatever horrific accident that led you two to meet, did it change fate or was it fate? whatever guilt that had been hanging like stones in your gut lifted and you suddenly didn’t feel the ghosts of your own brain telling you that you’ll never be okay again. 

“i trust that the facilities meet your requirements?” he asks with a knowing smirk, good shoulder leaned against the cement wall. you notice that he keeps his injured hand tucked over the wounds on his chest, no doubt a method of soothing his own pain while trying to protect against any more of it. 

you nod quickly, and he understands that you truly are emotional to be in a place like this. you look at him with more softness and understanding than anyone’s ever gazed at him with before, and he finds himself nearly speechless. “it’s perfect. yes…it’s perfect.” you bite down on your lip, still processing the sheer size of the building. his eyes crinkle with the smile he gives you. 

“excellent. then should we discuss your salary? i saw what you were making with tokyo’s hospital. considering the nature and risk…let’s triple that.” he says, and your eyes widen to the size of saucers. you were making a pretty lucrative sum as a highly valued star surgeon, it’s nearly impossible to process how much money you would be making at his proposal. he doesn’t allow you to argue with him about the figure either, “considering you’re not a native, i’m sure you’ve heard stories of the yakuza. i’m sure the stories only got more vicious once you began your stay, but know this: i am not what you’ve been told i am.” he says it casually enough, but you know that he’s sending you a message. “i don’t push drugs or kill innocents. i keep tokyo running, this side of the city depends on me. and now you’ll be working closely with me–privy to all my dealings and workings. so naturally there will be certain rules.” 

“rules?” you cock a brow, trying to gauge the difference in his body language. there were none, he’s just as relaxed and amused as he was moments ago witnessing your reaction to his lavish gift that shall keep on giving. he’s relaxed because he doesn’t consider you a threat. you would be a fool to mistake him as joking or unserious, he just doesn’t feel the need to be intimidating when you’re compliant enough. he does loose a chuckle through his nose at your tone, though. your face is so expressive, he can tell your mind wandered as soon as you heard the word. 

“yes, rules,” he nods, looking back to the boy that drove you two here. choso brings him a little stack of papers, bowing his head to his boss before retreating to the door he stood guard in front of, “and paperwork. nothing major on either end.” he hums, tilting his head side to side. “i hope you’ll read every word, but to paraphrase the rules outlined. you’re always on call. as you can imagine, i don’t hope to supply you with an endless stream of patients. you’ll make your money irregardless of surgeries performed. when we do need you, you will come. your phone doesn’t leave my hands while you’re here and unfortunately we will need to monitor your activity to an extent when you’re home. i can’t have you involving police or alerting anyone to my plans. though that has the chance to go away with time…i can trust you.” he smiles softly, pausing to remind himself that he is capable of it still, even in the midst of this revenge tour—compassion has not yet left him entirely. 

“of course anything you need will be supplied by me and you will have your own security detail outfitted for any time away from my estate. how does that sound?” he extends the contract to you, and despite thinking it was pretty ridiculous for him to create paperwork binding you to this agreement, you take the document from his hands as he offers it. your eyes rake over the words, confirming everything he just said and nothing more outlined in your rules, you nod. this would be a good thing.you would be safe and prosperous and happy here with him.  “good. just sign on the next page for me, darling.” he juts his chin out, prompting you to peel back the page. 

‘failure to cooperate could lead to punishment such as death.’ 

that line has your brows sneaking up to your hairline. he would kill you if you didn’t listen? of course. why did you flatter yourself? this is a business arrangement, it’s not as if he feels any obligation towards you in particular. you just so happened to stumble over him that night and needed a job while he needed a doctor to attend to his lackeys when they get hurt fighting for control of tokyo. right. 

“i hope you’re not having second thoughts?” he hums, despite it being a statement you can hear the question lurking beneath. satoru did warn that the clause was a bit intense. he couldn’t scare you off now, could he?

you shake your head and clear your throat, fishing a pen out of your purse and scrawling your name over the signature line. he takes the papers back smoothly, smiling that feline grin that leaves you wondering just exactly what you’ve agreed to despite your earlier understanding. the way he looks at you implies more, but you don’t want your brain to start reading between the lines or making mountains out of mole-hills. 

“i look forward to working with you, doctor. in fact, when should the stitches be removed?” he asks with that amused twinkle to his dark eyes, subconsciously itching at a particular spot that was irritating him. 

“well, considering that you never rested as ordered, they probably still need a day or two.” you reply with a sigh, failing to find the humor in his numerous wounds and just how close he was to dying. “do you know you would have died if you weren’t found within two minutes? if i had hit a red light on my way home—you would be dead instead of walking around trying to kill yourself, it seems.” you put your hands on your hips, more resembling an angry wife than an annoyed doctor. you are very intriguing to him and it’s a feeling he can’t shake, even with you chastising him. your anxiety didn’t keep you from borderline yelling—even after you read a potential death clause to your contract with a yakuza boss. but if he compliments you, you’ll clam up. you are so curious. 

“what even happened to you? you never told me.” you fold your arms over your chest and cock your head back at him with an inquisitive look that rivals his own. he thinks about the accident, and his heart aches like the wounds were sliced open again. the betrayal stings more than anything, and he hates that frog in his throat that keeps him from responding. besides, it has nothing to do with you. there’s no need to set you into another lecture by enlightening you to the issue especially before he fully takes care of it. so he just smiles, checking his expensive wrist-watch and humming in surprise. 

“let’s get you home, ebi.” he replies, choso immediately opening up the door and guiding you two back to the car. 

you thought you would wait for his call, come in and save a life or two and then go back home. that’s not exactly what the young yakuza boss had in mind. he called you there daily, having you remove his stitches and attend to one of his men he thought was catching a cold. some days he wouldn’t tell you much of anything to do—it just seemed like he wanted you around. anytime you pushed the matter though, he would insist that you were on standby just in case an assignment went wrong, all under the guise of not wanting to wait for you to drive. precious seconds, he would say.

you work under him for nearly a month before you perform your first surgery. while you’re slightly annoyed with his constant abuse of your time, you can’t pretend you have anything more important to do. at least this way, you weren’t spending your days alone. he would eat with you, exchanging little stories about some of the men you’d met during your tenure. you’ve learned the most about his best friend; and while satoru doesn’t seem to particularly like you, he seems to be the only other person that gives suguru any push back, and you can learn to appreciate his presence. next was choso—apparently an orphan like two other kids that suguru took in to shelter. you enjoyed learning about his life, all of it humanized him more and more with each passing day. that doesn’t mean the two of you aren’t constantly bickering, though.

you only find out what suguru wants you to know. in all your time together, he still hasn’t revealed what happened to him the night you found each other. it also seems like they do guard some secrets when discussing business in front of you, and that’s to be expected but still irks your nerves regardless. it’s truly an interesting life you’ve stumbled into, but your house is paid for and you don’t find yourself in want or need of anything you can’t immediately have. 

suguru, by all accounts, is a perfect gentleman. he’ll stay up with you from time to time with a glass of red wine, the two of you leaning against the railing of his gorgeous balcony with the stars high above you just discussing the day. in reality, you would tell him mostly every thought that crossed your brain and he would hang on your every word like it was the very air in his lungs. you’ve always thought he was a beautiful man, easily the most beautiful in fact. but it was in those moments you were able to openly admire him without concern of being caught. his eyes swallowed up the glitter of the stars, reflecting the universe beyond. they were deep like the abyss of the unexplored ocean, and you thought he was just as known. cascading dark hair framed his angular features, bold jaw and defined cheekbones making you wonder if he even knew that he was this pretty. this night was like that, you momentarily pausing your story to meet his eyes and smile softly–almost forgetting that you were even speaking in the first place.

he always knew what you were doing anyhow. the vulnerability was new, but you were as bright as the moon serving as your spotlight. he enjoyed admiring you back, eyes shamelessly tracing the curve of your nose and the swell of your lips. he’s moments before inviting you to stay the night instead of having choso take you home—but satoru slides the glass door aside and looks at the two of you frantically. 

“suguru, it’s nanami. he was doing that…surveillance you ordered. they busted him, he’s in bad shape.” he says breathlessly, and both you and suguru rise from your respective chairs to follow him through the winding hallways of suguru’s home and into your domain of his estate. nanami laid there, waiting for you to get to work. he’s clearly struggling with pain, but similarly to his boss, he’s trying to remain stoic to it all. he grimaces as you start to move automatically. he knows you will help him, but the quiet way you shuffle about doesn’t do anything to steady his nerves. 

you drag the portable x-ray behind you, glancing around to survey the many wounds. “i suspect you have some broken ribs. hold still, okay?” you try to soothe in your soft bedside manner voice, gently putting the lead apron over his midsection, though it’s so heavy and his abdomen is so tender he can only hiss in response, eyes clenched shut from the pain. 

“try to be gentle would you?” suguru sighs, looking at the sweat beading nanami’s hairline. your eyes snap back to him. 

“i am. he’s in a lot of pain, i’m doing my best. sir, do you have any allergies to medication?” you ask, stepping back to take the scan. you push the mobile machine aside to fetch the heavy protective equipment, pushing up his shirt to see his stomach completely bruised. you curse under your breath, dragging the bed to the ct room to confirm what you already know. 

“what? what’s wrong with him?” suguru follows behind, satoru nervously trailing along as you shift rooms. 

“i think he’s got internal bleeding. medicines, nanami? do you do well with anesthesia?” you ask, cursing again as you realized just how much you’d be testing your abilities. it was overwhelming to be a one woman staff, you were used to the luxury of nurses and anesthesiologists and interns and residents to assist on such procedures. now you have your boss shadowing your every step and seemingly criticizing your every move. 

nanami nods drunkenly, clearly wavering on the edge of passing out. “yeah, ‘m fine. no allergies. don’t kill me, doctor.” he groans, his breathing laboring by the second. you cuss again, scrambling to get an iv going for his blood pressure’s sake. you don’t have time for a ct. this has to be a pretty massive bleed. so you pull a med cart up and look at the guests, solemnly nodding. 

“i have to cut him open. you may want to leave the room.” you bite your lip, pushing a sedative through the iv. at least you don’t have to worry about anesthesia now, the bloodied blond out cold in a matter of seconds. you turn to the hand sink and scrub your arms thoroughly, noting that the two of them did not move.

“we’ll be staying. take good care of him.” suguru says, a little spooked by the scene despite all of his battle experience. he usually walked away once the damage was done, hell he was the one doing the beating and jumping and breaking. bearing witness to you trying to piece life back together was a little overwhelming for him, but what kind of man and leader would he be if he left? he’s not afraid—it just makes him…guilty, maybe? knowing that there’s been people and will continue to be people that suffer worse than this. there’s people who will die at his direction all while he has a doctor protecting and saving his own. 

“i always do, geto-san.” you still called him that in these professional setting despite the fact that he invited you to use his first name days ago. normally, he would appreciate the show of respect, but in this moment it upset him. he wanted you to promise that nanami would be alright, perhaps even offer a word of encouragement. he didn’t stop to consider how overwhelmed you must be. he watches you carve into his friend with a scalpel, watches you cauterize his wounds with nasty squelches of blood drowning out the angry whirl of the machine you used. 

“his vitals are low.” suguru grunts, looking at the machine telling you where you were with the bleeding. you can practically feel him breathing down your neck, his little comments were nagging just like your own inner monologue. you can’t fight them both. “are you sure you can handle this, doctor?” he asks with a bite. this was your moment to prove yourself, you will not let him psych you out. 

“geto-san, give me some space, please.” you toss a look over your shoulder, causing his blank slate of worry to creep into a small grin. you were bucking against him and he thought you were adorable for it, and if he were in a better mood he wouldn’t have pushed too far. 

“oh, my apologies. we just can’t afford another one of you panic attacks on the clock.” he grins, knowing it cut you based on the way the tools slip in your hands a bit, luckily you were already finished with the repair—because your head whips around to show him just how hurt you really are. 

you look between his eyes, noticing that hard line between his brow that shows just how worried he really is. you know he’s angry—scared, even, but it’s no excuse to be cruel. your jaw clenches and you point a bloodied glove towards the exit. 

“get. out.” you growl, your brow just as set. he knows he messed up, but he smiles as if nothing went wrong in there, slowly strolling out with satoru hot on his heels. you finish cleaning the wounds and stitching him up, monitoring him until he woke up from the procedure. you gave him instructions to rest and clean the sutures, watching him leave in the backseat of geto’s mercedes from the doorway of his home. 

you haven’t seen him since the debacle and you truthfully didn’t care to. he wounded you with a low blow. he made you feel like you could trust him, lured you into a trap of false comfort all just to bash you in front of one of his men while you worked to save another. you were beyond angry. there was only so much you could do given your contract, but you didn’t have to stick around the estate since there weren’t any cases. so you return to the hospital ward and clean up the mess, scrubbing down the blood and throwing out all the disposables. it takes fifteen minutes tops. you’re grateful to be alone, too wrapped in your thoughts to consider bantering with anyone, and least of all geto. you hated how bad it made you feel. just a pesky little comment was enough to wreck the foundation of whatever relationship you have with your boss. 

you trek back through the house, silently thanking yourself for driving your own vehicle here today. you couldn’t help the small part of you that hoped he would jump from the shadows and try to make this right before you left. you roll your eyes at your own naivety. this is why it was so easy to hurt your own feelings. you sigh and sling the door open, feeling a hand grip your elbow. your eyes widen and you wheel around to face suguru’s white-haired best friend and your biggest doubter yet. but surprisingly, his words are kind. 

“thanks, for…saving him. i thought he was a goner. guess you are sorta useful.” he shrugged, budging your elbow with his to show you that he was attempting a joke. when you only blink at him, he sighs and clears his throat. “look, about what suguru said. he’s just an asshole, he likes to get under your skin just because he can. i’m sorry.” he frowned, hoping that it gave you some relief. 

you just tighten your lips in a thin line. “thank you, gojo-san. unfortunately an apology only means something coming from the person who hurt you. keep an eye on nanami, goodnight.” you tug your jacket on and set into the cold night, closing the door loudly behind you. 

later that night, you find yourself eating alone for the first time in weeks. scientists say it only takes twenty-two days to form a habit, so maybe that’s why you’re so unnerved sitting by yourself, staring down at some meal that didn’t even seem all that appetizing anymore. 

“god this is so pathetic.” you sigh to yourself, flailing back in your chair. satoru was right about one thing, suguru definitely got under your skin. you could tell that he was worried, but maybe there was something more at play. why else would he treat you like that when he’s been nothing but kind to you in private? his words taunt you as you sit there, so paralyzed with his criticisms that you had forgotten to take your medicine in all of the mess today. you feel like a failure despite your successful surgery. you clench your eyes shut, feeling your face grow hot with shame. it felt like your anxiety would always dominate your life, you would never be fully in control. just like now, the white-hot tears sliding down your face are completely beyond you, and you can only cry harder in true frustration., shoving your plate away and blindly fumbling towards your bedroom—vision obscured by the lack of lighting and the fat tears taking up the greater parts of your pupils. but you know the paths of your house forward and backward—able to navigate to your bed blindfolded if need be. so when you fling your door open and drop your bag on the desk, you can feel that something isn’t right.

“if i were a bad man, you’d be dead by now.” the dark familiar rumble of his voice making your heart quicken in pace. it’s just because you’re mad at him and he’s snuck into your house! you wheel around to face him as quickly as your feet move you.

“how did you—”

“you left your front door unlocked. you really need to more aware of your surroundings considering you want security to stay outside, little one.” he hums, eyes catching the moon cascading in through the open window. you swear you can see regret flicker as he watches you wipe the tear tracks off your face. 

so he just walked right into your house and slipped into your room. okay, that’s normal. though there probably is no such thing anymore. you roll your eyes a little and furrow your brows at his sitting figure. 

“why are you here? need to get some more insults off your chest?” you scoff, clicking on a lamp so that you may actually see his face. he frowns at your biting tone, though he can’t deny how adorable you look when you’re angry at him. your arms are folded and hip cocked out to the side, foot tapping as you stare him down for an answer. 

“no, actually, i…came to apologize for the one i said.” he seems uncomfortable, sitting in your desk chair with his weight shifting as he tries to find the words to properly apologize for what he said. he wishes he were a better man, one capable of taking back his mistakes as soon as he’s made them, but something always weighs down on his chest to keep him from fixing it. he knew as soon as he said it that it had hurt you. he thinks you’re special, knows it, actually–deep to his core. he’s not even sure why he wanted to be nasty to you instead of vulnerable—maybe because his track record of loyal friends isn’t a very long list and he’s afraid of letting people see that he is in fact afraid. but it was something he deeply regretted–the hurt in your features stayed with him for the rest of the day. he would do anything to make this right. 

“yeah, okay. satoru tell you to?” you shift your weight to your other hip and look down your nose at him. your anger is redirected to him instead, and you’re not letting him out of things this easily. 

suguru tries to ignore the lame jealousy that creeps up his spine when you refer to gojo that way—by his first name—and he fights the instinct to laugh. “satoru can’t tell me to do anything. i wanted to make this right before the day ended. i am…sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. you did a great job today and all i did was make things harder. i was…afraid of losing another of my men and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve it, and i betrayed our…bond. i’m sorry.” he takes as deep a breath as his condition will allow, still sore but nearly healed now. he’s leaned forward a bit, his elbows balanced on his knees. he watches you carefully, trying to interpret your rather blank stare. 

that sounded genuine, you think, cocking your jaw out in contemplation. “it was real shitty. i opened up to you. feels like you used it against me.” you toe at an invisible line on the floor.

“but you kept it together despite me. you have a much better handle on things than you give yourself credit for.” he points out, hoping it will both encourage you to perk up and forgive him. you’re an employee. he doesn’t need you to like him but he wants you to. 

“i only had the one panic attack during work. i usually am in control. it’s the only place i feel understood.” you sigh, sinking back onto the edge of your bed, across from him. he studies you for a moment, nodding. 

“what happened that day?” he asks softly, wondering if it was too soon for you to say. you were in the process of forgiving him. 

“i hadn’t slept in seventy-two hours. there was an explosion at one of the naval bases and i spent days tending to those in the wreckage. after…that, my patient came in. they say not to make it personal…cases, you know? keep your distance. you aren’t god. you can do everything right sometimes and still walk out with a dead patient. but nakamura…he helped me become a doctor. he was my med school instructor and i owed it to him…to keep him alive. the first time he came in…everything was perfect. textbook. i saved him, he went home to his wife. he thanked me and sent christmas presents every year. his kids shook my hand and thanked me for saving their fathers life. three years later, he’s back. he’s dying faster than i can think of what to do and all i can think of is how his wife brought banana bread for after his surgery and how all his kids and grandkids waited in the lobby to see their loved one. i felt like i was being swallowed whole—like any solution would only lead him right back to the operating table with worse odds. he bled out before i ever touched him. i had a full meltdown—crying, screaming, pulling out my hair. full blown panic attack so bad that i thought i was dying that day too. and i wanted to. i killed him. if i had been normal—useful….he might still be here.” 

he notices that you stare at a fixed point on the wall when you say all of that. you’ve undoubtedly recounted the events hundreds of times, hence why you don’t hesitate to tell him about it. he can feel your panic in the way you recount things, and it makes his heart ache even worse. to hear you wish death upon yourself for falling short of the mark—he knows that feeling. 

“you are very useful, ebi. you had a bad day.” he nods, hands close enough to reach for yours with the posture he holds. 

you laugh humorlessly. “my bad days kill people.” 

“my good days kill people. it’s the circle of life. you did what you could. perhaps your brain froze because it was simply out of your hands, and his time to go.” he says with a surprising gentleness combatting the blunt words he uses. 

“if i say that about your friends, will you think i’m useful then?” you blink, unable to stop yourself from asking as you look down at the puffy scars marring his skin on that side, large hands tucking yours in between. 

“as long as you’ve tried. yes. that’s all any of us can do is try.” he gives you a tight lipped smile, and this time you know it’s regret you see in his eyes. 

you nod, letting his warm and calloused hands trap you there, taking in his words. all any of us can do is try. the scars all over his body tell his story of trying, but to accomplish what? he did say he wasn’t the man you thought he was—so who is he? and what happened the day you found him? 

“why won’t you tell me? i don’t ask you any questions but that one. what happened to you that day?” you tighten on his hand as if you could hold him to the spot and make him answer with that grip alone. he chuckles, freeing one hand so he could pat your hair. 

“i’ll tell you when it’s time. sleep well tonight. i shall see you later this week.” he nods, brow slightly raised as if he’s asking. he knows he’s disappointing you, but what you don’t know—can’t know about you either. and the further you stay from toji and sukuna, it’s not far enough. 

you purse your lips, but nod. you can’t really say no, anyway–no matter how irritating he is. you look down at the floor, and his fingers steer your chin back up. 

“i’ll make it up to you. i don’t enjoy being secretive with you.” he frowns, pressing a kiss to your hairline. he didn’t know why, he just felt responsible for your sadness and needed you to smile before he left. “i’ll buy your weight in sushi this week to make up for my insensitivity…?” he tries, and his desperation makes you laugh. the bitterness loosens in your chest, you can’t remember the last time you were spoken to so gently, apologized to like it was meant instead of forced. 

“that sounds like a deal, suguru. you know where to find me.” you nod, and the relief on his face is evident. he stands to his full form, nodding down at you. 

“of course. i’ll be seeing you soon. goodnight, ebi.” he beckoned, tilting his chin down to tell you bye. he smiles as he makes his way to his vehicle, letting go of the dark cloud that was you being upset with him or, frankly, upset at all.

but soon was too soon. his call didn’t come later in the week—it woke you up just four hours after he left your house. 

“wake up ebi,” he coughs, and your body is set into a different kind of chill from the tone of his voice and the blaring of car horns and the crunching of glass combining to tell you that something was seriously wrong. “meet me at the infirmary in five minutes.” 

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