#getou suguru x y/n

[sugurugetoshairbrush]

Work Rivals with Office Siren!Suguru Getou

Getou Suguru is the worst.

The absolute worst. He makes your life a living hell, your job a warzone, and worst of all, he’s the most maddeningly attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

You hadn’t always been mortal enemies. In fact, your first impression of him was something out of a cheesy rom-com.

On your first day as a junior accountant, you stopped by a local coffee shop to grab a medium, hot, cream, no sugar. The moment your order was called, both you and a sharply dressed man stepped up to the counter.

The first thing you noticed was his height—towering enough to make you tilt your head back. On the way up, you took in his impeccably tailored navy suit, crisp white shirt, and slim black tie. His sleeves were neatly cuffed at the wrists, revealing a deep bronze complexion adorned with a flashy silver Rolex and a few understated rings.

When your gaze finally reached his face, your breath hitched. He was striking. Long black hair tied back in a half-up style, sharp cheekbones, and a strong jaw. Black gauges and a gleaming silver eyebrow piercing accentuated his features, and a pair of rectangular glasses slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose. He eyed you with an air of irritation, violet eyes glinting behind the glare of the café lights.

“Is this yours?” he asked, gesturing to the coffee being held out by an increasingly impatient barista.

You had a perfectly charming response prepared in your head. But as luck would have it, your brain short-circuited, and what came out instead was less… ideal.

“Why else would I be here? Course it’s mine. It’s my first day, and you’re holding me up.”

The sharpness in your tone made you wince internally, but you couldn’t backtrack now. Crossing your arms, you tilted your head, doubling down.

His brows knit together as he huffed. “Could’ve done without the attitude. Just take it and go.”

You grabbed the coffee with a muttered, “Whatever,” and turned on your heel, heading for the door. But before it swung shut, you glanced over your shoulder at the disgruntled stranger. At least you’d never have to see him again, right?

Wrong.

When you arrived at work and sat through the orientation, you focused on staying out of trouble. That plan went out the window when you were led to your cubicle—right across from a familiar face.

Your guide tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, and when his eyes met yours, surprise flickered for the briefest moment before being replaced by irritation.

“—and this is Getou Suguru, your cubicle neighbor. It’s also his first day as a junior accountant, so don’t be shy. This job can get pretty isolating, so building relationships is important,” your senior said cheerfully.

Forcing a polite smile, you extended your hand, hoping he’d let your earlier encounter slide. His handshake was firm, his larger hand warm against yours.

“Nice to meet you,” he said smoothly. “Looking forward to working with you.”

Your senior walked off, satisfied. But as soon as he was out of earshot, Getou grabbed a bottle of hand sanitizer, pumping an aggressive amount into his palm.

“Enjoy sharing the same title,” he said coolly. “Soon, I’ll be your superior, coffee-girl.”

He spun his chair around, strands of sleek black hair whipping over his shoulder.

That was six years ago.

Time had not softened the animosity between you two. If anything, it had calcified into a rivalry so intense it pushed both of you to climb the ranks faster than anyone expected. You were both promoted to Corporate Controller—a position that typically took eight years to reach—on the same day.

It was supposed to be a single-person role, but after the CFO reviewed your identical performance stats, he decided to make an exception. Now, you and Getou are seated on the 36th floor of the company’s sleek high-rise, with matching titles engraved on silver plaques outside your offices.

The only thing separating you is a glass wall, through which you exchange daily glares.

Competition fuels everything. From routine tasks to major projects, you turn every assignment into a wager. The CFO, Nanami Kento, has become your unofficial referee. At first, he admired your drive. Over time, though, even his legendary patience has begun to fray.

“Getou’s management style is 2% less efficient than mine,” you declare during a performance review, presenting your meticulously crafted charts.

“Her sales plan took a 0.5% dip last quarter,” Getou counters with his own spreadsheet. “In hindsight, my proposal conserved more resources.”

“His data compression wastes company time!”

“Her budget oversight missed the social media revenue I proposed—”

“You stole that idea from me!”

“SHUT. UP.”

Nanami’s voice, usually calm and measured, reverberates through the room. He stands abruptly, the tension radiating off him like heat.

“I cannot take another second of your childish bickering,” he snaps, slamming a hand onto his desk. “You’re both brilliant, hardworking, and utterly insufferable. You’ve turned this office into a battlefield, and frankly, I’m this close to quitting just to escape you.”

The words hang heavy in the air.

If Nanami’s outburst isn’t enough to make it clear something has to change, the rest of the accounting branch soon makes it crystal. Your colleagues have begun avoiding you and Getou like the plague, steering clear of the drama that follows wherever you go.

Well, everyone in the accounting branch has turned against you and Getou—except for one person: your one and only work friend, Gojo Satoru.

Gojo, the accounting manager, ranks just below you. He is a walking billboard for excess, always dressed to the nines in custom Dolce & Gabbana baby-blue suits that match his piercing cerulean eyes. Every month, he carries a new designer briefcase, each more luxurious than the last, and you have yet to see him repeat one.

He wasn’t just anyone. Gojo is—or was—the heir to a global media empire. His great-grandfather had founded the conglomerate, which owned everything from cable networks to film studios and streaming platforms. But seven years ago, the Gojo family had severed ties with their infamous black sheep.

Gojo had always been a loose cannon, his antics splashed across tabloids with alarming regularity. When he was finally caught in a particularly compromising situation—a sleazy nightclub rendezvous involving a rival conglomerate’s heir and a bottle girl—his family decided they’d had enough. The Gojo media machine couldn’t suppress the scandal, and rather than shell out another fortune trying to salvage their name, they cut him off.

He went from riches to rags—or as close to “rags” as someone with Gojo’s charisma and wits could get. He clawed his way up the ladder at your company, and while his charm earned him plenty of allies, his ego alienated just as many. That left you as the only one who could truly tolerate him. Perhaps it was your shared arrogance, though yours stemmed from your relentless rivalry with Getou, while his was… well, Gojo was just Gojo.

Which is why you’re currently in a supply closet, your back pressed against the metallic shelving as Gojo shakes your shoulders like a madman, his usually smug face looking uncharacteristically panicked.

“You have got to end this feud with Getou,” he hisses, his bright blue eyes practically glowing in the dim lighting. “It’s spiraling out of control. The whole department’s gone to hell. Nanami’s snappy, everyone’s overworked, and the accountants are making more mistakes than ever because they’re so stressed.”

He runs a hand through his shock of white hair, sighing dramatically before adding, “You two have the worst reputation I’ve ever seen. And coming from me—someone who’s made global headlines for my bad behavior—that’s saying a lot.”

You open your mouth, ready to defend yourself, but Gojo raises a hand, cutting you off.

“Don’t even start with the whole ‘but our numbers are the best’ speech,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Because while your stats are impressive, they’re not enough to make up for the chaos you two create. And,” he leans in closer, a devious smirk curling his lips, “don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at him.”

You freeze, your heart pounding as if he’d just exposed your darkest secret.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Gojo teases, his tone sing-song. “You’re practically undressing him with your eyes half the time. It’s honestly disgusting. If this is your idea of flirting, you might be a masochist. Or a sadist. Or both. Either way, the rest of us shouldn’t have to suffer through this painfully obvious sexual tension.”

Your cheeks burn, and for once, you’re speechless.

Gojo straightens his lapels, his smirk widening. “I’ve had enough of this nonsense. I’m going to fix it, one way or another. Consider this your warning.”

Before you can respond, he spins on his heel and storms out, slamming the door behind him. 

You stand there for a moment, your mind racing.

“What can he even do?” you mutter to yourself, laughing nervously. “He’s just an accounting manager.”

But you’d underestimated Gojo.

By the time you return to your office, he’s already marched into Nanami’s and laid out his nefarious plan. Meanwhile, you find yourself staring blankly at the income statement on your screen, utterly distracted.

Your gaze drifts to the glass wall of your office, where you can see Getou seated at his desk. He’s wearing a fitted chestnut vest over a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tanned forearms. His black hair is tied in a loose bun, a ballpoint pen shoved haphazardly through it.

As you watch, he reaches up to twirl a strand of hair around his finger, his violet eyes scanning a thick packet of papers. When he suddenly glances up and catches you staring, your breath hitches.

His piercing gaze darkens, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He arches an eyebrow, his expression equal parts smug and devastatingly attractive. Then, as if to torment you further, he returns to his work, the faintest smile still lingering on his lips.

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, heat pooling in your cheeks. If your hatred of Getou is a defense mechanism, it isn’t working—if anything, it only heightens your attraction to him.

But you resolve to keep your distance, for the sake of professionalism.

That resolve lasts precisely one day.

The next morning, Nanami summons you to his office. Confident in your newfound clarity, you stride in—only to feel your confidence waver when you see Gojo lounging against the window like a model in a photoshoot, the sunlight framing him perfectly.

Then the door opens behind you, and in walks Getou.

He takes the seat next to you, his legs spread obnoxiously wide, oozing dominance.

Nanami wastes no time. “I’ve reached my limit with your behavior. The entire branch is suffering because of you two. So, effective immediately, you’ll both be attending the annual financial policy conference together as a team-building exercise.”

You groan. “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think—”

“This is non-negotiable,” Nanami interrupts, holding up two plane tickets. “And to ensure you take this seriously, know that if this doesn’t work, I will demote both of you and give your positions to Gojo.”

Gojo grins triumphantly.

Nanami adds, “And don’t think I won’t be monitoring your behavior. The conference is hosted at one of our company hotels, so we’ll have access to surveillance.”

As you leave his office, the weight of the tickets in your hand feels suffocating. Later that evening, you seek refuge straight off of your shift, at the nearest bar, ordering a drink to drown your sorrows.

Slouching on the barstool, the straps of your dress slip down your shoulders, but you don’t bother fixing them. At this point, you’re too far gone to care. Nursing your drink quickly turns into downing shots, thanks to the kindness—or opportunism—of nearby patrons. Some, sensing your frazzled state, buy you a drink out of pity. Others, mostly men, let their eyes linger on your neckline before waving down the bartender to pour you another on their tab.

You lean your cheek against your arm, swirling the straw in your glass absentmindedly. The din of the bar becomes white noise as your thoughts spiral. Then, you sense a presence settling on the stool next to you.

“Rough day?”

The voice is low, amused, and far too familiar. You stiffen before letting out a slow, tired huff.

“Fuck off, Getou.”

You aim for venom, but your tone lands somewhere closer to exhausted. His chuckle vibrates through the space between you, and then you feel the warmth of his hand on your shoulder, his fingers tracing small, deliberate circles.

“Aw, don’t tell me I’ve finally worn you down,” he drawls, his voice dipping with mock concern. His hand moves, catching the strap of your dress and sliding it back into place with a languid tug. “Resorting to alcohol already? Never thought I’d see the day.”

You snap your head toward him, gathering the last scraps of defiance you have left. He’s leaning casually against the bar, his beige sweater hugging his frame a little too perfectly, the knit fabric stretching taut over his arms. His expression is maddeningly amused, dark eyes glinting with the kind of satisfaction that makes your blood simmer.

“Pretty cocky, aren’t you? Need some liquid courage for our trip, I assume?”

Instead of answering, he reaches forward and swipes your drink. He takes a long sip, his throat bobbing as he swallows. His teeth click against the glass when he sets it down.

“Strong,” he remarks before leaning closer, his voice dropping. “And speaking of the trip, I assume we’ll put on quite the show, hmm? Don’t get me wrong—I hate you. But I hate the idea of Gojo taking either of our jobs even more.”

He nudges your foot with his own, a silent challenge in his raised brow. You hesitate only for a second before extending a hand, your manicured nails catching the dim light.

“Finally, something we can agree on. Look, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to keep our positions. Yeah, maybe we go overboard sometimes, but we get results. We’re the best.”

“Damn right,” he replies, his smirk sharp and self-assured. His fingers brush yours as he takes your hand, and then he raises it to signal the bartender for another round.

You clear your throat, trying to regain control of the conversation. “It’s just a weekend. We can fake being civil for two days. We’ve never failed to perform before, and we’re not about to start now.”

His hand lands on your shoulder again, his touch oddly grounding. “We always exceed expectations. You always go above; I always go beyond.” He emphasizes the last word with a teasing smirk that makes your jaw tighten.

“Oh yeah? Always?” You lean in, narrowing your eyes. “Bet I can out-drink you. Hell, I already have. I’ve practically forgotten why I was even upset in the first place.”

“Big talk for someone who’s clearly lying.” His grin spreads wider, white teeth gleaming. “But hey, I’m all for proving you wrong. Again.”

The conversation dissolves into a blurry competition. Before you know it, the counter between you is littered with empty glasses. The room spins around you, your skin hot, your head light. 

Somehow, in the midst of it all, your legs have tangled beneath the bar, Getou’s foot hooked possessively around your ankle.

When you glance at him, his bronzed skin is flushed, a pretty pink spreading across his high cheekbones. His hair is loose now, cascading over his broad shoulders in soft, inky waves. His glasses hang from the collar of his sweater, and he reaches out, his finger brushing against your chin.

“You’re spilling,” he murmurs, dragging his finger along your skin to catch a stray drop of liquor. He pulls it back and raises it to his lips, licking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion.

“Playing dirty, huh?” you mutter, your voice thick.

Getou takes the last sip of his drink, his cheeks puffing slightly as he holds the liquid idle in his mouth, and shrugs. The casual gesture makes something snap inside you. Desperate to turn the tables, you grab the collar of his sweater and yank him toward you.

His lips crash into yours, soft yet insistent, and for a fleeting moment, the world shrinks to the warmth of his mouth and the faint bitterness of alcohol lingering on his breath. Your tongue grazes his bottom lip, and he parts for you, letting the sharp tang of liquor transfer between you. A low groan rumbles from his chest as his hands tighten around your waist.

You swallow, leaning into the kiss, your fingers clutching at him as his hand slides up, tangling in your hair. He tilts your head back, deepening the kiss, and a moan escapes your lips before you can hold it back.

His other hand moves lower, pulling you closer until you’re perched halfway on his lap, the warmth of his body pressing against you.

“You might’ve had more to drink than me,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice teasing yet dark with intent. “But I bet I can have you begging for me off a kiss.”

His thigh presses between your legs, and your dress rides up higher than you’d like to admit. You’re soaked, the flimsy fabric of your underwear doing little to shield your dignity—or his slacks—from your arousal.

“Think you’ll have me begging?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot against your skin. 

“You’re the one falling apart, sweetheart.”

Before you can retort, your phone buzzes on the counter, the vibration cutting through the haze. 

A message lights up the screen.

Gojo Satoru: I just KNOW the hate sex is gonna go hard. Don’t thank me all at once, sweetie ;)

beautiful ass fanart by: _viziiro_ on twt/X

[fushiguho]

ᯓ★ Roommates!SuguSato would have you spread apart and teased everyday. You cannot convince me otherwise, I will not listen.

It doesn’t matter the occasion or weather or hour, Satoru would have your legs pried open every fucking day. With your bare back to his chest, you sit so prettily between his sprawled legs, his dark blindfold occluding your vision. Those large, gaunt hands of his are hooked beneath the crook of your knees, the soft pads of his fingers digging into your skin, keeping you still. He’s idly slumped against the headboard as he spreads you apart, a sleazy grin twisting his lips.

His warm, steady breaths aerate against the soft skin of your neck, creeping down, down, down your shuddering spine. You feel utterly helpless. All you can do is whimper fruitlessly, those pretty, slick lips gaped and uselessly begging for something, anything. Satoru trails kiss after agonizing kiss along the warm flesh of your throat, mindlessly craning your head to the side with his hand in a victorious attempt to taste more of you.

Absentmindedly, his other hand is creeping down your pretty, heaving frame. Those long, nimble fingers sweep across your nipples, gingerly pulling one of them between his thumb and index, squeezing. As your body arches up and away from his he laughs — it’s so familiar, the way it’s merely a breath against the shell of your ear, or rather a humorous huff of air that mimics laughter. Either way, it makes your legs snap closed, but your efforts are done in vain because Satoru is only prying you apart again with disapproving tsk.

Suguru is never too far, don’t you worry. The edge of the plush mattress sinks as the sable-haired man kneels onto the disheveled sheets, crawling toward both his best friend and you. A deep, guttural groan parts his lips as he nears your bare, perspiring body. Your legs are sprawled embarrassingly wide, that poor, weeping cunt on shameless display just begging to be taken care of. God, if only you could see their quiet expressions, their subtle, fleeting glances of… awe? Mutual pining?

“Look at you, always been suuuch a pretty girl, huh?” Suguru hums, his low, hooded eyes flickering across the entirety of your exposed body. “And all for us?”

“Allll for us.” Satoru affirms almost arrogantly, pulling your legs further apart as if to prove a point.

It’s near violent the way your body completely shudders under their touch, a loud, pretty gasp dragging from your stupidly parted lips. Suguru’s warm fingers are brazenly spreading you apart, idly gliding between your drooling lips, dispersing your arousal. From your desperate, leaking hole allll the way to the head of your clit, he mindlessly smears your essence before entirely sinking inside of you. Two, burly digits stuff you full, bottoming out at the gleaming, silver rings that adorn his knuckles.

Your maw sags and Satoru is shutting you up with a sloppy, haphazard kiss before you can cry out for more. Blindly, his hand is too reaching between your legs, curious fingers latching against your pretty, swollen clit. Again, and again, and again, he traces tight, monotonous circles over the puffy bundle of nerves, stilling your hips so that you can’t wriggle away from them. The tips of Satoru’s fingers brush against his friend’s as he messily works them inside of you, lazily fucking to the back of your cunt with a drunk, crooked smirk.

A lewd, deafening squelch! cries from between your outstretched thighs and both of their cocks swell. You are just so bewitchingly pretty and exposed that they can’t possibly help the way their fat, desperate balls are aching for you. The palpable throb is almost painful, yearning for a mere taste your cunt and she wants it too, she’s damn near crying for it and god, can they tell. They can see the way your bountiful arousal spills down Suguru’s fingers, how it continues to seep from your tightening hole like a broken faucet that begs to be mended, fuck, even how it creeps between the fat of your ass, pooling in an obscene puddle beneath you, ruining the silken sheets.

“God, do you see this, Sato?” Suguru observes, sharp gaze briefly flitting upward as he creeps closer, his warm breath fanning your poor, slobbering pussy. “Barely touched her and she’s making such a mess… drooling down my fingers like such a nasty girl. Are you, pretty?” He grins wickedly and Satoru’s cock twitches. You can only nod dumbly, hips whorishly bucking toward the hands that paw at you.

“Nuh uh, don’t just nod your fucking head. I didn’t gag you, sweetheart.” Satoru urges as he forces your head back to rest against his shoulder, exposing your throat. “Answer him nicely.” He whispers, his lips hidden behind the crook of your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe, cunt tightening around Suguru’s fingers, “I am a nasty girl.”

“Yeah?” His fingers furl upward, pressing against your tensing walls and your hips jerk desperately. “You gonna let us fuck this pretty cunt, huh? Like a good, nasty girl?”

“Answer him.” Satoru hums.

“Yes, p… please.” It’s a broken, helpless plea, your bottom lip trembling.

The two men share a laugh — a deep, gut wrenching laugh that belts from the depths of their chests. Your body jerks against Satoru’s from the force of his laughter, startling you. Nothing is even funny, you’re just the cutest thing they have ever seen; so helpless and willing and ready. Just sprawled apart, waiting to be fucked by the two men you live amongst and you’ll take it all, of course. Every seraphic inch of their tongues, their mouths, their fingers, their cocks. It doesn’t matter. You are their nasty girl after all, right?

[thecoochiefairy]

𝓐ᥫ᭡ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝓐ᥫ᭡

say it.

baby blues.

ouchies.

adore.

cinnamon.

kill bill.

the snake wrangler.

lovesick.

bratty.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝓐ᥫ᭡

revenge.

sniffles.

kitty kat.

xxx.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝓐ᥫ᭡

sucky sucky.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ 𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝓐ᥫ᭡

mouthy.

𝓐ᥫ᭡ 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐟’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝓐ᥫ᭡

blasphemy. suguru x satoru.

gummy. suguru x satoru.

sweetie. suguru x toji.

[tiramisuandlove]

Changed fate

Featuring— Suguru Geto x gn!Reader

Summary— in every timeline Suguru Geto and you are meant to find each other and fall in love. The problem is that Suguru Geto is long gone on his self destructive path and he is ready to do anything to not be in love with you. Oh well, what is one failed timeline when you are together in every other ones.

Warnings— descriptions of death and pain . Angst. Fluff.

Note— please inform me if I missed something since I’m still new to writing and tags. English is not my first language so there may be mistakes I have missed.

I Strangers

Peaceful.

Your life was peaceful. Your small bakery was gaining attention, your cup of coffee was tasting better with every next day and the single dad( you assume since there was lack of a ring around his finger) of two girl was making butterflies appear in your stomach. It started innocently. You didn't wanted to gain a crush on this handsome stranger.

One day , early in the cold December morning he opened the door of your shop. You can still remember it as if it was yesterday. With your back facing the door while preparing the last set of deserts. The clink of the ball announced his presence and caught your attention. You were quick to face the register , to face him but once you did you were left breathless.

Eternal. It was true that you have never meet such a beautiful person as him before. His dark raven hair elegantly styled, tempting you to caress it. Slow and careful , there was a sure feeling inside you that he would enjoy it. His dark purple eyes were pulling you not only because of their rarity but also of their familiarity.

His eyes , they were as if not belonging to a stranger but someone dear. Someone who once hold you so intimately and carefully as if you were the most precious thing to that man.

What a bizarre thing to think , right? You should stop consuming so much media around romance . Look at where it got you, fantasying about a stranger.

You were broken out of your thoughts by his polite cough. Ah yes , your job.

" Will it be okay to order now?" His voice. Oh god , his voice smitten you. The smoothness of it was alluring , and yet you felt as if something was missing . As if he was not supposed to talk with you like that. It was lacking emotion.

You needed a rest for sure , cause you were begging to analyse his tone as if you knew this man. It doesn't matter that you felt as if he was faking his politeness or that you could sense the distaste for you in his glaze . You were overthinking . Even if it was true , he was just a stranger he was free to not like you.

You packed his order , two crepes with strawberries and cream and send him off. Not without asking to come visit your bakery again.

II Acquaintances

You didn't expected to see him again so soon , especially accompanied by two young girls . Him having daughters didn't come as strange to you, somehow you easily envisioned him as a dad.

You learn when asking that he adopted them. Another thing that should have surprised you but didn't.

You could see a slip of a genuine smile , sincere care towards his daughters . Unlike the first visit , this time the man sounded more at ease. You tried not to stare. You tried to calm your fast beating heart.

Luckily , you were to busy with your inner turmoil to notice the comments going between them.

Your lingering eyes were quite obvious to all of them. The girls were not trying to be quite with their growing distaste of you. How dare a monkey normal person like you stare at Geto- sama.

Tho , their words died down once they noticed him not paying attention . He wasn't looking at them no more. Suguru Geto 's eyes were lock on you figure , watching you so attentively. The sign left the twin speechless but they quickly come to the silent conclusion.

' The feeling in his eyes is far from hatred and akin to adoration.'

lll Friends

A whole year have past since the first encounter you two had , and many more have happened since then.

The small exchange of words grow to full on conversation. The stern out of politeness smile turn into a sincere one.

The closeness was getting short. You didn't wanted to assume but you also knew that the brushing of fingers wasn't caused only by you. Sometimes the twins even tag along in his visits . Your start with them was rocky but eventually they seemed to warm up to you, if your crepes being their favorites was enough of an evidence .

Life was becoming sweeter . Their regular presences in your life brought light that kept you warm in the cold month of December.

Till the night of 23.12 that is.

You have seen them earlier today , as they visits in the morning hours. By now your shop was closed as you were preparing some baked goodies. Having no one to share Christmas with for yet another year wasn't so nice but your neighbors were always kind enough to check up on you. That was the reason behind your predicament, being still in your shop.

You wanted to pay back their kindness with something fresh as possible. You knew how exciting the feeling of fresh baked bread was. The steam coming out of it , the softness that makes easier to break of a piece of it. You didn't know a bigger and more meaningful gift that you can give in return than that.

You were to lost in the making that you didn't notice how late was becoming. Neither did you notice the sound of broken glass. The steps that were coming close to the back room where you were just getting the last bread out of the oven were left unheard. You felt it before seeing him.

The feelings of weight wasn't new. There were moments before , where you have felt it. Usually on your shoulders making it painful to move them. Geto , the nice man he is somehow had been able to ease the pain every time with small touches.

This time it was way more stronger and painful making your fall on your knees and grasp the fabric of your shirt , right where your heart was. It was as if something was trying to get inside of your body and destroy it. As you tried to calm your breath you noticed him.

Suguru Geto was right there in the corner , watching you so coldly that it would have been the most hurtful thing that have ever happened to you if it was in any other scenario than now. It holds a second place after whether is making you breath harder and harder by the minute .

" it's going to be okay. I will put you out of your misery " he begin moving towards you. His look that you would have called eternal before were now frightening you. He was threateningly tall especially for you figure that was almost laying down on the flow .

" it would be over soon , don't worry"

" S-stay a-a..agh" pain. Everything was hurting . Your skin was burning and if you dared to look under your shirt you would have seen your skin peeling. Your heart. The goal was your heart and you couldn't fight it.

By now your fate was obvious, you were dying. The ugly and desperate cries was coming out of your mouth. Louder and louder as you pathetically tried to fight with the invisible monster that was eating you alive.

Your sounds were muffled as big , warm and otherwise comforting hand was put on your mouth. The hold was tight and strong as your eyes unconsciously move to meet his. The deep purple that you grow to admire and maybe even love met your dying out one. You didn't had the strength to show of your surprise , the first one regarding him, once you didn't saw malice but sadness in his eyes.

He was crying for the same person he was killing . Then why. Oh why. Why was this happening to you. Why was he the one to torments you if he was feeling sadness, remorse.

You were enable to focus on his words as he spoke , but even the ones you caught were not making any sense.

" … in another life … shouldn't have been … sorcer…"

As the live was living your body you could only think how this was the only time you didn't felt a sense of Deja vu as if it was not meant to happen. As if Suguru Geto did something wrong , not something meant to be. He grasp the fate in his two hands and bound it to his will , by killing the person meant to save him from the dark path he craved for himself. Marking the start of Christmas Eve the day you died.

IV lovers

Walking up in your bed and having the time to look around your room , to feel the layers of blankets and amount of pillows was rare for you. The girls , Mimiko and Nanako was gift for you and Suguru but sometimes it was to much. So to be able to wake up naturally and not by them meant only one thing. Suguru took care of them and left you to oversleep.

" look like my plan of being the one to wake you up was ruined huh?" There was the devil when you were thinking about him . His steps silent as always. he was leaning on the door frame with cup of coffee giving you that teasing smile of his that make you giggle every time in return.

Having now the freedom and time you let your eyes observe his matching set of comfy sweatpants and cami top and was it a sigh to behold. He was more tempting than the fresh cup of coffee.

" You may want to first wake up properly before doing anything else my love " the deep familiar laugh of his were making your heart go crazy even after years of being together.

" what? Is it to much to ask for a morning kiss from my husband?" Sitting on the middle of your king size bed you were patiently waiting for him to move closer

" kiss when I didn't even get a thanks from you" oh right , his look distracted you so easily that you forgot.

"Thank y-"

Suguru didn't leave you to finish as his soft lips were pressed against yours for a kiss . Quick but loving non the less .

" Here is your coffee" his velvety voice whispering against your lips were making your whole body burn. He took the place next to you while handling you the cup.

Letting out a sigh, both from being sleepy and the comfort you felt as your head rested on his shoulder.

" is something wrong? Usually you wouldn't stay at bed when we have the time for just us two"

Without moving your face , not wanting to meet his eyes when saying such thing, you replied.

" I had a terrible nightmare " he didn't said anything but putted his hand on your tight giving it small squeeze to inform you he was listening " I know it was just a dream but it was so vivid. You and the girls didn't know me , even despised me. There were some kind of spirits ? Monster ? And you… at the end you …" another comfortable squeeze . It was okay , dreams are just that. " you killed me"

At the last statement Suguru moved so he could meet your eyes. Cupping gently your face he comforted you.

"It's okay love, dreams are not real. I'm here , real and loving you." To make it clear to you he spent good two minutes to kiss your face while saying how much he adores you.

It was not needed but you were not going to stop him by any means. You knew he was right. No way Suguru Geto would ever danger your life, even more end it himself.

Both you and him were always going to be intertwined , that you were sure of . Your fate was for you two to be together, and fate couldn't be changed. Right?

[shimisstuff]

The new cover inspired all of this, it’s not my fault 😭

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[ex1acy]

WHO DECIDED TO GATEKEEP THIS.

credit: haekz (ig) I WAS TOLD THIS BY A COMMENT!!

[kamitv]

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

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

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

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

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

Though, his words weren’t directed to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gulping, “Sugu-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(pt. 2)

[frenchcoucou]

cowboy GETO?!

ac: thatsallitchief

[nanaslutt]

stuck in the dryer w/ perv!Geto

ʚ cont: fem reader, rough sex, multiple orgasms, oral, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talkkk!!

ʚ note: welcome back perv geto, we have missed u (gramarly spell checked this for me but i didn’t proof read it so possible grammar mistakes below)

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"Fuck, Suguru!" You yelled, the sound echoing around from where you were stuck inside the dryer. Somehow, when trying to get the last towel out of the dryer, your hair got caught on the inside of the dryer and you couldn't for the life of you get it out. Your abdomen was starting to cramp from holding yourself up while you were bent over in the dryer on your knees while you desperately yanked on your hair trying to get it unstuck.

When you heard his footsteps get closer, echoing the floorboards you sighed a little in relief. You tried to tilt your hair down to look at him between your legs, but your hair was too tied up and wouldn't allow for much movement. "What the hell am I looking at?" Suguru laughed. You couldn't help but notice he stopped walking, he just stood by the door and watched you wiggle your ass while you tried to free yourself.

"My fucking hair got stuck when I was getting your laundry," you yelled, "please help me get it out." Your only response was a laugh before he started walking again, closing the distance between you. "So you're stuck in the dryer then?" He responded, crouching down behind you on his feet. He placed his elbows on his knees and tilted his head at you from behind, mesmerized by your ass.

You obviously knew what it looked and sounded like, you weren't born yesterday. "Yeah, haha, so funny, I'm stuck in the dryer. "With your ass out." He added unhelpfully. "With my ass out."

"You know," he started, his large hand rubbing over your ass making you flinch before you relaxed again, "I could do some pretty bad things with you at my mercy like this," You sighed when he started massaging your ass with his hands in a circular motion, his thumbs dangerously close to where you now ached. "Don't even think about it, perv, it's starting to get hot in here, help me out." You couldn't help yourself from wiggling back into him when you attempted to pull your hair out again, the action only making him grope you with more effort.

"Yeah? Want me to help you out?" He responded, his tone so cocky you just knew he had a stupid smirk on his face. You were about to retort when he rubbed the pad of his thumb expertly against your clit through your shorts. "Suguru," you whimpered in a pathetic effort to get him to stop, the sound coming out more pathetic rather than serious.

"What baby?" He asked, the sound of his zipper moving making you clench your thighs in anticipation. "Thought you said you wanted help?" He chided, removing his thumb from your clit to grasp the band of your shorts. He slowly slid them down your ass, his lips making a smacking noise when he kissed the skin of your behind as he did. You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue and suppressed a smile. This whole situation was so fucking cliche.

"I've thought about you like this, you know," Geto said, the sound of his hand moving over something long and thick making your mouth water. You would recognize the sound of him jerking off from anywhere. And by the sounds of it, his tip was already leaking so much from how wet it sounded. "You watch too much porn," you responded, rolling your eyes. Geto reached for your ass with one hand and spread you open, exposing your pussy more for him before he landed a wad of spit against your opening. "Haven't watched any since I got with you."

You gasped and gripped the opening of the dryer when he rubbed his spit and your combined wetness around. "You sure you wanted help getting out of here? Because you're so fucking wet right now, it's like you wanted me to fuck you when you're stuck like this," He laughed, pressing his tip against your entrance before relenting the pressure. He did that teasing movement over and over again, making your hole clench in anticipation only for him to pull away and leave you hanging.

"Jesus christ, if you're gonna fuck me then-" your words were cut off with a scream when he slammed his entire cock inside you all at once. The burn was barely recognizable when he immediately started up a brutal pace, "what was that?" he laughed through a groan. If your hair hadn't been stuck, you would've smacked your head agaisnt the inside of the dryer from how hard he was pounding you.

"Oh fuck, you're squeezing me so fighting tight, h-holy fuck baby," Geto groaned, gripping your waist in his large hands and pulling you back to meet his thrusts. All you could do was whine and take it as his fat tip abused your gspot repeatedly with expert precision. "Taking it so well, my cock was m-made for you." He must have really been enjoying himself, because you could feel him drip inside you, making the squelching noises between you louder and louder.

You pressed your thighs together to bring your clit some stimulation to deal with the onslaught of pressure he was giving the inside of your pussy. You crossed one ankle over the other and your shins kicked up between his legs uncontrollably from how hard he was giving it to you. "Do you like this? You want this?" He groaned, reaching his hand around your body to find your clit and rub it in fast circles. You nodded, knowing he couldn't hear you, but you hoped your loud whines were enough for him.

You thought you upset him when he pulled out completely with a grunt, but you almost cried when you felt his tongue breach the ring of your cunt. "F-fuck, fuck Suguru!" You cried, reaching one of your hands behind you to tangle your hand in his gorgeous dark hair to keep him pressed agaisnt you. He continued rubbing your clit in little circles as he ate you out like a man starved. His lips were moving on your cunt like he was making out with it, and fuck did it send shivers down your spine.

"Almost- almost came," he moaned between licks, his voice muffled by your cunt as he could barely pull himself away to talk, "Almost filled you up in under a minute, that's what you fucking do to me, oh yes pretty yes- squeeze my tongue-" You squeezed your eyes tight, his words only tightening that ball of pleasure in your stomach more and more. You couldn't believe how into this he was, it was like he was possessed.

Geto started rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit at an inhumane pace, making you scream out in pleasure. "Uh huh- uh- mmm- fuck- fucking give it to me," He gripped your hip so hard with his other hand you knew for sure it was going to bruise. Your legs shook as you felt the first wave of your orgasm crash over you. Wetness dripped between your legs and into his greedy mouth that was groaning against your cunt, some of it falling on the floor, but you didn't have time to think about how he just made you fucking squirt when he pulled his tongue away from you and slammed his cock back inside.

"Oh, you're so fucking soft inside now," He grit through his teeth, his fingers never relenting against your clit. You could barely breathe between screams as he pounded into you and gave you no time to recover from your orgasm before he was quickly sending you headfirst into another one. "S-suguruuu," you wined brainlessly, your chest hitting the opening of the dryer repeatedly as he manhandled your body back and forth each time he sheathed his cock inside you.

"I know princess I know, gonna come all over me again? Gonna squirt on my cock this time while I fill you up? You want that?" He was rambling, a tell that he was close, but you also knew that from how reckless his thrusts were getting. "Y-yeah, yes Sugu give it to me," your words were slurred but he understood the message well enough.

"Yeah you're gonna take it while you're stuck in there, gonna make sure you don't w-waist a single drop," He groaned, rubbing your clit in messy circles. His moans and groans turned into gasps and higher-pitched sounds as he was brought toward the edge. You could picture his head tipped back with his jawline shown off for you. His eyes would be twitching behind his eyelids as he was unable to open them from how much pleasure he was feeling. He looked absolutely beautiful in your mind's eye.

His hips stuttered and his fingers tightened against your hips at the same time you came around him. Geto whimpered when you squirted all over him just like he wanted you to. "H-ah s-so fucking good to me, s-o so good so good," He moaned over and over before he stilled with a loud whine. His moans cut off with a gasp before you felt the first rope of his seed fill you up and he groaned again with it. His body shook and jolted behind you with the force of his orgasm. He was stuffing you so full and all you could do was grip onto the side of the dryer and take it while he ruined your pussy and filled you to the absolute brim.

You started to come from your high, remnants of your own orgasm dripped from your cunt and slid down your thigs adding to the mess on the floor. Geto curled his body over yours and stuck his head in the dryer with you, his soft hair cascading around your shoulders. Your back and abs ached with the effort it took to not let your head dangle how you wanted, and you gasped as you turned your head to the side to look at him through hooded eyes.

There was a dopey, handsome smile on his face as he looked at you. You could still see your wetness smeared all across his cheeks from how messy he had eaten you. "Hey," he said, rolling his hips inside you to stuff you full. You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he pushed his softening cock against your overstimulated gspot. "Don't roll your eyes like that unless you wanna get fucked again, pretty princess," he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss against the tip of your nose.

You sighed and struggled to catch your breath. It was hot enough inside the dryer without his lungs hogging up all the oxygen too. "Get me out of here and if you say please I'll consider it, you fucking pervert," your words held no malice, and they made Geto laugh before he slid out and reached for your hair that was pinched in the dryer. "I'm a reallyy good boy when it comes to begging to fuck your pussy. Give me a couple minutes and I'll be good to go."

[luvonmes-blog]

i have an idea… y’all wanna see ice skater!reader x hockey player!geto..?

it’s here!

[kenm4vhs]

but suguru in a wolfcut is just genuinely the prettiest man to ever walk on earth 🥹

credits: calovity on tiktok and @Hourly_geto on twitter 🫶🏻

[gojoscloset]

NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately like—

I know I need to stop but I can’t stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and they’re so embarrassed but you’re chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.

Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldn’t affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.

Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasn’t the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didn’t need an explanation, you just needed him.

Gosh I’m a slut for tropes like these. Like yes love me love me love me love me.

[luviisabella]

🐱eater!suguru who does it for his own pleasure.

🐱eater!suguru who thinks it would be a blessing to die between your legs.

🐱eater!suguru who doesn’t stop until your nonverbal.

🐱eater!suguru who can’t get enough, it’s an addiction, and he has no shame in admitting that.

[11:35pm] song: feel like I’m drowning -two feet

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“Suguruuuu please s’too much-“ your body was glistening in sweat, the smell of sex filling the dim lit room.

You already came twice and it wasn’t enough, not for him. He could die like this, at this rate he might because the strength in keeping your legs from suffocating him is giving out.

The view he had of you was ethereal, something he could only dream about. Your back slightly arched off the bed, your hands gripping his hair, beautiful soft thighs held in hands, he couldn’t ask for more.

By this point whatever was stressing you out wasn’t even a thought in the back of you head anymore. You had no train of thought, let alone a conscious. He was being relentless but he knew you could handle it and based off the fact that you haven’t said your safeword he knows you’re handling it pretty well.

“S-sugu m’ gonna cum m’ gonna cum” your words slurred as you tried warning him, his pace quickening as whines escaped your throat. He reached down to spread your pretty pussy with his hand before giving your clit a few more licks and watching you come undone all over his tongue.

He let you catch your breath before swiping his thumb over your clit, the sensation causing your body to shiver in response. Once he was contempt with the way you looked and the view of your pussy he stood up, his large frame now between your legs as he licked his lips and leaned down towards you.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, y/n.”

[11:55pm]

[robotinvenus]

Men who love fucking you from the back, not because they don’t love seeing your pretty face, but because they love the sight of your thighs and your ass bouncing with every thrust they give you. Imagine it, your moans and cries, muffled from your face being smothered in the fluffy pillows, your ass up in a deep arch, sweating. And him, standing on his feet behind you, thrusting hard in a medium pace, mounting you. He looks down at you, your ass and your thighs recoiling from each harsh thrust, your waist looks delicious from up here, he thinks, and god, he loves this shit.

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[shimisstuff]

Satoru loves taking care of you <3

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[fushiguho]

✮⋆˙ Chat please hear me out… what about Suguru Getou talking to you nice while greedily sucking on your toes, fucking you with all of his weight *gulps nervously*

He’d ask you to hold your knees to your chest in a sweet, drunken babble, your feet dangling on either side of his face, pretty toes deeply furled. With a half-lidded gaze, Suguru watches as your cunt swallows his cock to the base over and over and over. That deep, sloppy hole sucking him in entirely, drooling allll the way down to the swollen fat of his balls.

“Yesss, fuck you are so pretty… that cunt is sooo fuckin’ pretty, so perfect and wet and pretty for my cock.” Mindlessly, he pushes your legs up further, burly fingers digging into the plush underside of your thighs. His head is falling to the side deliriously, sable brows furrowing as a deep, guttural groan spills past his lips. “I need moreee, baby.”

As you pull your knees closer to your chest, determined to give him more, one of your dangling feet brushes against his cheek, enticing him. Suguru groans, not a second thought passing as he grabs ahold of your swaying foot, his large hand wrapping around your ankle. Kiss after openmouthed kiss is left in his wake, peppering your foot in a warm, sloppy mess.

Suguru’s breath is hot against the heel of your foot. Every short, erratic huff of air that escapes his parted lips creeps between your separating toes. He posses half the brain to stop the way his tongue is whorishly lolling out of his mouth, wrapping so desperately around your big toe, his thrusts evermore steady, bruising. A pretty, incredulous gasp drags from your gaped mouth and his cock swells.

“I c… can’t help it, okay?” He slurs between slow, languid thrusts, his warm saliva spilling between your pretty toes before messily dribbling down your ankles. “I swear to god I can’t help myself. You’re suuuch a pretty girl… I just want all of you — all of this body.” Two more of your digits are slipping into his mouth and he moans. “I don’t care, I need it… I need all of you.”

“Sug!” You whine, hips bucking in desperate attempts to meet his thrusts halfway. “Fuuuck, you’re so n-nasty.”

“I am.” It’s merely a breath against your skin as he ruts his cock into you. “You love it.”

DUHHH.