#jjk suguru smut

[nanamincreampie]

A Christmas to Remember

Geto Suguru x Black plus size reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gumiluver]

TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS! ~ JUJUTSU KAISEN

synopsis: what happens when two pretty best friends get you in their grasp?

cover pic credit: k1tty_4ndy on pinterest |border credit: @/cafekitsune

lovers <3: gojo satoru x afab!reader x geto suguru

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!)

cw: nsfw, pwp, fingering, oral (f. receiving), manhandling, threesome (mfm), dirty talk (suguru’s a slut with his words), squirting, pet names

an: hope y’all enjoy! I’m considering making this a series with different jjk!best friend pairings!…lmk if you guys would be interested in smthn like that <3

“Ohh, do that again—she likes that,” Suguru groans, enchanted by the way your pretty eyes cross in a haze of lust-filled bliss. He’s got you in between his legs, a fistful of your hair in his grasp, making you angle your head up towards him so he can gaze upon your innocent face and watch it slowly morph into the fucked out cumslut he knows his good girl is.

“Hah, ‘course she does,” Gojo snickers, reveling at how your sweet pussy drips oh so deliciously for him.

“It’s ‘cause of me isn’t it, princess? You like when your ‘toru touches you right…” he trails off, creating an even deeper ache in your already pulsing cunt. He slowly weaves his index and middle finger through your folds to find your dripping core and finishes off his remark with a thrust of his fingers,”…here.”

“Ngghhh—fuuuck!!” you cry, overtaken by the intrusion of Satoru’s fingers that were, yet again, making their way into your gummy walls. His fingers move with purpose and certainty, hooking them toward your plush womb with the sole intention of abusing that spongy spot that makes you weep for him.

You felt like you were suffocating. Geto’s firm grip on your hair and neck leaves you squirming in his hold, but he’s quick to put you back in your place, “be good for us sweetheart, I’d hate to have to punish you so soon,” he chides, secretly hoping that you’d start to lose your rationality and step out of line. The shiver that rides along your spine doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, and he takes pride in knowing how his words sway you towards submission.

It seems like Satoru was able to read his best friend's intentions and wanted nothing more than to aid him in your descent, noting how Suguru’s clenched jaw and bulging arm veins hold him hostage from his true desires. He could see the sheer restraint that his best friend was holding onto, and Gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t holding himself back as well.

Because fuck—look at ya.

Your head was thrown back, sheer ecstasy written on your face as Satoru quickened his pace, effectively fingering you into an early orgasm that had you squirting all over the two. The moans and cries you let out have both men grunting like animals, humping up into the air to gain some sort of friction on their sensitive cocks. Your hips sway in tandem with Satoru’s fingers, making both men become hypnotized by the very essence of your being. Both men drooling like fucking dogs, waiting to sink their teeth into you, waiting for your beck n’ call. The glistening sheen that radiates from your body resembles an innocent-like aura, just begging to be corrupted—and corrupt they shall.

Satoru’s already conjured up his own sick and twisted plans, wanting to get you an all fours to fuck you from behind while watching his pretty best friend fuck his lover's mouth.

And of course, Suguru had his own salacious desires, aching to see you split on top of his dick as he watches his pretty best friend jerk off at the sight of him fucking you.

And you? Well, you’d be happy if either of them would hurry up and fuck you already—the endless teasing starting to weave between the lines of pleasure and pain. Satoru continues to overstimulate your poor cunt and Suguru’s grip on you makes you yearn for something harder—something rougher.

Satoru’s ability of forethought seemed to have played in your favor as well, seeing as he can’t help but gaze at your sweet cunt that’s just begging to be filled. You can see his cock strain against his boxer briefs, an occasional twitch or two catching your attention and making you drool—wanting to taste his heavy tip.

Your gaze is hyper-fixated on Satoru’s cock now, your body moving forward—like a magnet being drawn to its force. But before you could even reach him, you feel yourself get pulled back into Suguru’s chest, “Ah—ah—ah, where do you think you’re going, pretty girl? Did you forget about me?”

You look up towards Suguru again, puppy dog eyes on full display to convey your innocence, “n-no!! I’d never forget you Sugu~” you cry, reaching up to place a warm hand on his cheek. You look over to Satoru who’s watching the two of you intently and beckon him over, wanting to please both your lovers equally, “Just wanna feel you—both of you.”

And who were they to deny their precious baby? The one and only person that could make them drop to their knees and beg for just a simple taste of you. The single most important person in the world to them. And most importantly, the only person that they are willing to share and love, together.

“Mmmm—fuckin’ love hearin’ you cry for us, such a desperate little thing. Isn’t that right, Satoru?” Suguru says, a cocky smirk adorning his face as he sees your blush darken over your cheeks. He squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, loving the way your plump limps perk together for him to kiss and suck on.

“Mhm~, poor baby’s just drippin’ for us,” Satoru responds, lowering his head down towards your cunt. Before you can protest, before you can even beg for their cocks, Suguru covers your mouth and pins your body on top of his. His forearm holding you down as Satoru spreads your thighs open again but this time, to suckle at your pink bud, and the whimper that you let out is like fucking music to their ears.

“I know you want our cocks sweetheart, but we gotta prep you more. Just relax, let us make you feel good,” Suguru charms, lulling you into a state of naivety to get you to blindly trust them. With the multiple orgasms that Satoru has been pulling from you coupled with Suguru’s debauched speech, you were more than ready to take both of them at this point.

But this? This was pure greed, from both men.

Suguru, wanting to see just how much you can handle before you’re a fucked out crying mess, begging to be stuffed with their cocks. And Satoru, reveling in your taste and secretly hoping to get you to squirt on his face.

Both men had their filthy little plans of watching you come undone, and both were intrigued by what the other’s plans were to get you to come undone.

And you? Well, all you could do was take it. Take the pleasurable torment. Take what they give you and then some.

After all, who knows what these two pretty best friends have in store for you in the long run?

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[4th-siscon-stsg]

(CW: inc3st, an4l s3x)

just a thought but BIGBRO!SUGU loves anal. idk what there is about it but i can just see it.

something about the prep, the control he has to have over you to make you ready to take his cock in such a tight, delicate hole; how he corrupted you to get you to agree to something like that form the get-go.

having to hold himself back from going at full force, instead sweet-talking you through it as you grow accustomed to the weird and mean stretch. he knows he's big, so taking more than half of him right now feels impossible, yet he is so patient and so gentle, reassuring you that “you can. you can do it, baby, if you relax enough you can take me”.

BIGBRO!SUGU loves the view of your back trembling with each slow thrust. makes him let out almost a lovesick sigh. he can't help but run a hand from your ass to the back of your neck, pushing slightly to start fucking deeper.

“so cute,” he'd chuckle from the way you whine, “cry if you need to, sweet girl, just feel it out. i'm going to make you love this”.

[musubi-sama]

Impatient

Are you hungry? Horny? A little demanding, perhaps impatient?

CW: general horniness, horny use of a kitchen counter, hints of phone sex, gratuitous fingering, teasing, mentions of rope and bondage.

A/N: Shoutout to @pseudowho for the edits and review on this one. Haitch, you really helped tighten it up nicely (pun intended).

You were finally home after a long day of meetings that should have been emails, and project deadlines assigned by managers so far removed from the work itself, that they had lost all concept of time.

Walking in the door, you shedded your shoes haphazardly in the entrance, before leaving a trail of bags, jackets, and pants littering the hallway. Clad in only socks, a tunic, bra, and a simple pair of black cotton panties, you skillfully pulled your workhorse bra out of your shirt.

“Ah, much better,” you exhaled in exhausted comfort.

Reaching the kitchen, you grabbed a wine glass from a cabinet, and the leftover wine from the night before. Perhaps the glass was a bit overfilled, but to hell with the rules and etiquette of wine drinking. If rulemakers had had the week you did, and the dry spell you did, they’d understand.

After taking a two-gulp drink of wine, you turned back to the cabinets, now in search of a snack - you tried to convince yourself you’re only hungry for food.

Gripping the edge of the counter, you bent over to stretch your back. Sticking your ass out into the empty space behind you, you were reminded it had been two weeks since you last felt the grind of your husband.

“I miss you. My flight gets in late tomorrow, don’t wait up for me.” Suguru called you before bed, every night of his business trip. “I’m coming with you next time. I’ll work remotely. I don’t care. It’s been far too long and my toys aren’t enough,” you whined, hand slipping below your panties. “Tell me what you’re doing right now…”

Before resuming your search, you continued to make quick work of your wine, quickly shifting your hunger into something more aching, something more lustful. You’d definitely need to grab another bottle before making a decision.

Reaching up again, and standing on your tippy toes, a large, warm hand gently slid around your hip. You jumped, but the familiarity hit immediately.

In a fit of joy, you spun around to see Suguru’s hungry eyes. You started to bring your hands up around his neck and he wrapped his hand and arm fully under your ass, pulling you up to the counter. His chest pressed briefly against you in a fleeting embrace of convenience.

“Oh!” You didn’t even get a moment to greet him, before he planted your feet, legs spread wide across the counter.

Immediately recognizing what this could have meant for you, you tried again to wrap your arms around Suguru’s neck.

“C’mere-“ You were cut off as Suguru leaned down into the cabinet below you to rummage around. Having secured his target, he stood back up, holding a frying pan.

“Are you in the mood for bacon and eggs?” Suguru stepped away from you, a gentle smile on his otherwise unreadable face.

Your stomach sunk with peevish disappointment.

“I’m-…sure. That sounds fine,” you answered, clipped. “Welcome home, by the way.”

Suguru stepped back, his eyes darkening in contrast to his continued calm and relaxed smile. He set the pan gently on the stove beside you. Returning to you, Suguru placed his hands upon your thighs, just above your knees. You see he is travel weary, mixed with the dying wisps of a bright and airy cologne, clearly arriving at the end of a long day.

Your face belied the frustration you were attempting to hide.

“Unless you have some other ideas for dinner?” Suguru raised one eyebrow, slightly cocking his head to the side. His hands slipped one centimeter down your legs, his thumbs digging into the soft, squishy inner part of your exposed thighs.

“Oh come on,” you whined, dropping your head backwards in frustration. “I’ll spell it out for you. Either put your tongue to work on my pussy or let me drop to my knees right now and take you down my throat.”

Suddenly a hand gripped your throat and your head whipped up, meeting Suguru’s intense amethyst eyes. You feel a rush of blood to your neglected pussy. Suguru’s other hand grips the gusset of your panties, pulling them up as far as they allowed, giving you just a little pressure.

“I wanted to make you dinner, make sure you had enough energy for when I fuck you senseless later. But apparently you’re too fucking-“ he squeezed just a little tighter around your neck. You let out a high-pitched whine, “-impatient.”

You squirmed under his touch, trying to use the pressure from the fabric pulling against you to gain some amount of relief. Suguru chuckled as he adjusted his grip to reduce the pull. Your needy gaze pleaded with him.

Bringing one hand up to grip Suguru’s wrist, you held tightly.

“Damn right I’m fucking impatient! It’s been two weeks and while I loved listening to you talk me through it on the phone-“

You were cut off as Suguru removed his hand from your throat, dropped to his knees, and ripped your panties off in one swift tug. Using both hands to spread your labia apart, he wasted no time before laying his tongue flat across your sensitive cunt. Savoring the taste, he went back for more, this time with increased pressure and using the tip of his tongue.

Reaching for Suguru’s hair, pulled half-up into a bun, you grounded yourself by gripping tightly. Your moans gained volume with each press of his tongue and you began to roll your hips in response.

He pulled his head back for just a moment and you locked eyes. A sheen of your wetness smeared across his jaw, and Suguru licked his lips as he drew lazy circles around your throbbing clit. Renewed whines fell from your lips as you head tipped back once again, this time in abject pleasure.

Soon, you felt his middle finger teasing at your entrance, dipping just the tip, then up to the cuticle, the first knuckle as you buck your hips. Suguru still teased your impatience, continuing this pace until his entire finger was sheathed. Finally, after an agonizing wait, he added his ring finger at the same infuriating pace, encouraging you to fuck yourself onto his hand.

Your whines were caught in your throat as he curls his fingers upwards, lightly dragging against the sensitive spongy spot deep in your pussy. In reaction to the intense pleasure building, you gripped his hair again and brought his face back to your sopping wet cunt. Feeling a tug on his scalp, Suguru’s moans reverberated through you, a gentle personal vibrator.

Picking up speed, the squelchsquelchsquelch added a sinful melody to the base of your combined moans and panting countermelodies. You could feel the cliff approaching. The pressure built, the high you’d been chasing for two weeks but never quite reaching.

Suguru could read you well. So well, that he knew exactly how close you are when he pulled back, wetness soaking his fingers, collecting on his chin. And he knew exactly the way frustration would show across your features. Your legs would tense, a new shade of red would blossom across your cheeks. And you’d shout-

“What the fuck?!”

“That’s for being impatient and demanding I ‘put my tongue to work’ before dinner, like some trained monkey.”

Suguru stood up and used the back of his hand to wipe the remaining slick from his chin. He shoved his fingers in your mouth to stop further protest.

“Now, here’s your appetizer. Go make sure the straps are secured to the bed and get the purple ropes out of the closet, while I finish making us some food.”

Mulish and blushing, and thoroughly put in your place, you hungrily sucked his fingers clean as your legs dropped from the counter to sit up fully. Once you’d cleaned off Suguru’s fingers, savoring your own taste, he gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Please,” Suguru added gently, suppressing a laugh as you stalked away to the bedroom.

[cloudychoso]

sacrifice, geto suguru ➢ geto suguru x f!reader ➢ slight yandere!geto, referenced child abuse, violence, fingering [f!rec], grinding, unprotected sex, creampie, honestly its fluff, love confessions

It didn’t take Geto Suguru long to figure out who the person he wanted to spend his life with was. His childhood neighbour, who always smiled when he would walk past the house on his way to school, was that person. He was barely eight when you first spoke, your eyes full of tears and your croaky voice muttering about a monster beneath your bed. Suguru remembers holding your hand and trying to comfort you as he promised to take care of it. And he did. Little eight-year-old Geto Suguru swallowed his first curse just so he could see his friendly neighbour smile. 

He thought it would fix everything — that the next day, when he would walk past, you would smile at him through the window instead of looking like a lost lamb. He was wrong. Though you profusely thanked him for getting rid of the monster, you never told him about the others that lurked inside. The kinds that someone likes Suguru can't take away. 

He remembers being twelve when you moved away. For someone only age eleven, your eyes held the age of eternity itself. The monsters refused to let you say goodbye to him that day. He had to instead watch you wave goodbye with your unbroken arm and the same smile he loved; not that he knew it was love yet. The sky crackled with thunder and rain when you left, Suguru knew that even nature was mourning the loss of someone like you. 

It was less than a year later when his mother showed Suguru the newspaper announcing your elder sibling's death. He couldn’t understand how his chest fluctuated from grief to relief. His mother tried to explain that it was because you weren’t the one who died; however, all she did was plant the seed of fear in Suguru’s still-growing brain. You were still with the monsters, the ones he should have taken care of those years ago when he found you crying. 

Geto Suguru understood that he had to protect you from then on. The little lamb who shivered in the rain on nights when the monsters wouldn’t let you inside. He was going to make sure nothing would hurt you again. That’s what he promised to himself that first day when he understood you were meant to be in his life. 

Five years later, at age eighteen, Suguru knew he was ready to save you from the monsters. Every moment he wasn't training alongside Gojo Satoru, he thought of the smile you gave him in what you assumed was a final goodbye. He wasn't going to let it be a final anything. You were meant to be in his life, and he was meant to devote his life to you. The ever-present casts that encased your body through childhood were his fuel to fight harder, get bigger, and grow stronger. The kind of man you would dream of rescuing you from the ivory princess tower. 

But, the little lamb he knew was already freed. Suguru felt his world bend and tilt; not even the taste of the curses he acquired was similar to the bitter understanding that he wasn't prepared. Your warm smile always shone through falling tears, which was somehow brighter than he ever remembered, and for once, your body was free of casts and bruises. The wave that followed his every step was quickly replaced with the eager one you cheered with before sprinting over to talk. 

His chest was constricted, but it wasn't the same as when he learned of your sibling’s death. It felt good. Like a warm hand was holding his heart in a hug that refused to end. Not only did you remember him, but you recognised him, even with the changing of puberty and the piercings and tattoos he decorated himself with. “Geto-kun!” It sounded even better when you were saying it with excitement instead of with the slight fear of being overheard. His heart felt like exploding. 

Suguru always knew you were meant to be with him. The bright gaze you held for the darkest world was one of the reasons that convinced him. You told him and Gojo about the past few years without ever breaking into tears, instead happily picking at the pastry that Suguru bought for you. When his hands clenched into fists as you told them about the past, instead of flinching, you just placed your hand over his and assured him that everything was different now. 

Yeah. Everything was different. You went to an actual school, you had friends, and even Suguru had a friend — one that you managed to get along with despite the flirting attempts Gojo made. Certainty affirmed in his stomach that you were meant to be. His little lamb was always destined to find the big bad wolf and curl to him for protection. And, like he promised himself all those years ago, he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again. 

But you moved away before the year was over. Studying abroad, you cheered with him over the phone, and though he was blessed to be the one you told your plans to be, he was angry. You only just returned to his side and already you’re leaving? And… by choice? It wasn’t good. He didn’t want you to leave him. He wanted to keep you by his side while he set off to rid the world of any monster that tried to harm you. 

He started the cleanse with your personal monsters the night you flew away. The two of them cried and begged for mercy, but Suguru knew that they only laughed whenever you were stuck in their place. He ensured they felt every snap of a bone and every bruise you would hide beneath heavy clothes even through summer. When the week ended, only part of him was satiated with the blood that was spilled by his hands. 

More. There were so many that would hurt you. They were going to try and take you from him as if being by his side wasn't the safest place for you to be. Three years passed, and Suguru found himself sitting on a throne. Faceless monkeys and monsters alike bow to him as their god because that is who he made himself to be. A strong protector, your knight — a true deity. You were supposed to return from your studies abroad that day, likely with a trinket for him that was as corny as it was precious. But his revolution changed a lot about the world. 

It was all in good faith. It was all for you, after all. No one can hurt you when they're too busy worshipping you. He knew that you would get used to it and grow to love it. You had always been susceptible to compliments, even over the last three years; when Suguru would contact you, every little comment about how cute you are made you whine. Not that others were allowed to learn how you sounded like that, for your wolf was always watching and protecting you from the harm of the monsters. 

Two monkeys opened the large doors of the home, and finally, Suguru could see you face-to-face again. A gag wrapped around your mouth and a dirty blindfold over your bright eyes. Even in days old rags, tattered and ripped all over, you captivated him like no other person ever could. Track marks of tears stained the cheeks he longed to caress, and your makeup smeared from sweat and trauma. 

So beautiful. Everyone considered you a sacrifice to his cause, the lamb that gets fed to the hungry wolf, but Suguru knew that you would understand. You'd end up so thankful for his rescuing that you vow never to leave him again. Not that he would let you, of course. If you wanted to go travelling, he would have happily gone along with you if not for the flames of carnage he left curling across the entire globe.

“Praise be,” his useless followers chanted, and as usual, he felt nothing but disdain. If they didn't have money, he would have made sure they faced a similar fate to the remaining monkeys in the world. The ones that bred fear and monsters that threatened to bring you harm. All you had to do was say the word, and Suguru would slay them as though they were the dragon that guarded your tower. “Praise be!”

It was almost amusing how they thought you were another sacrificial tool he'd use to perfect himself. Even if the test of faith wasn't rigged, they were not anywhere near strong enough to be worthy of standing at his side. Useless monkeys sold to him by the monsters to try and secure safety… how pathetic. Only one sacrifice would ever be able to pass: his little lamb, the one that smiled through pouring rain as monsters sunk their claws into your skin. 

True strength. Part of Suguru would always be envious that he can not possess it, like you. He was confident you had no idea just how powerful and rare you were in the dark, dark world he had only known. But the world was finally healing — an act to prove his devotion to you. Suguru smiled behind the palm of his hand when you were led up the stairs to his platform. With such heavy breathing, you must have managed to sense that your wolf was the one you were presented to. 

With a single nod, the blindfold that obscured the bright eyes he loved to fall into was removed. You squint from the light of the fireplace and candles. It was hard for him to resist chuckling when you tried to move your wrists despite the itchy rope they were entwined with. He offered you a wave when those bright eyes he adored finally found him on the throne. Your lips formed the cutest pout Suguru had ever seen, and he revelled under the attention you showered him with. It was so much like old times, wasn’t it little lamb? You were once again stuck in a room of monsters and weak monkeys who could do no help, with him as your only saviour. 

The tears you shed, when he ushered you close, tasted like the sweetest sauce he could find. None of his attendants had to force you to climb onto his lap like those other sacrifices, for you did it without hesitation, as Suguru knew you would. His favourite person — the one love he knew would be with him until the end. Your head nuzzled into his neck as you whispered your fear about what was happening. Suguru could have cooed at how innocent his sweet girl has always been; you were always in denial about the darkness, even when it was who you snuggled up to. 

Like when you were children, Suguru was your saving knight who took care of all the monsters. He held your waist and took your chin so you would look into his eyes again. You still seemed so bright, even with the falling tears. “I’ll take care of it,” he promised you like he always did. So many other lambs would have run away or begged to be freed, but not you — Suguru knew that you understood that complete protection sometimes had to come from the wolves you should fear. 

You nodded with the same pout and hid your face in his hair. He felt every shuddered breath against his skin and the droplets of h your tears as they met his collarbones. It took barely any effort on his part; a simple nod to those of his congregation, and they closed every exit, and he summoned one of the monsters he would digest just for you. The slaughter was thrilling to watch; he listened to the screaming of each monkey who demanded that he help them like it was a record of Mozart. Your tears ceased, and your fist tugged on his robes as you trusted yourself in Suguru’s adept arms from the danger. 

The curses spread blood and guts across the hall, broken bones launched into the walls and cut through the doors. Suguru saw how the arachnid laughed through the chaos, but all he heard was the soft whisper of you calling him. With gentle hands stained with the blood of thousands, he held your cheeks as you looked into his eyes. He didn’t let you face the carnage, and you never tried to turn and see it. “Safe?” There was something so tantalising in having you graze of comfort in his palms. So many people warned you; they tried to keep you from his comfort, and yet you still sought him out without hesitation. 

“Safe,” he repeated, pulling the rope from your wrists without looking away from your beauty. The curse kept attacking behind you as he instructed. They even tried begging for your help as though they weren’t praying for your sacrifice just beforehand. Stupid monkeys. They were lucky it was only one of his arsenal that was taking care of their death and not Suguru himself. 

He would have torn them apart like he did the monsters you grew up with. You didn’t need to know that he handled them for you, not when you were already free and choosing to stare at him with so much love that Suguru felt his heart jump to his throat. 

With your hands free, the first action you took was holding his chin. Your entire hand shook, yet you still pulled him close and gave him the kiss he had dreamed of since he was eight. He wasn’t one for sweets, but your taste was like that of a lollipop freshly licked, and he was addicted. He felt your hand slip into his hair and the compelling way you squeezed every strand. The cackling of the arachnid across the hall continued, but from how you quietly whimpered and moved on top of him, Suguru found no need to interfere and call the curse off. 

“Geto-kun,” you whimpered into his lips like a desperate plea for more. The tattered remains of your clothing had no ability to protect your shame or hide your arousal. He felt the way you dripped slick eagerness onto the thin material of his robes, and each time you wiggled on his lap, it only made it harder to ignore. “Missed you,” to his surprise, it was your tongue that pressed to his lips and demanded to feel more. It only excited him; his little lamb felt comfortable enough to take things you craved! His cock throbbed in his robes, the tent of his growing size only caused you to move on top of him even more. 

It was a perfect catch-twenty-two situation, in Suguru’s opinion. He found your waist with his wandering hands, aiding in the way you rolled your hips against him as he slotted his tongue against yours. The kiss was messy; each time you would part for a quick breath, a string of saliva connected you, but he only continued to pull you in for more. You missed him. That nagging doubt that always ate away at his mind of you not returning his feelings ultimately died as you moaned and whispered in need of his touch. 

A glob of blood flew by your head and landed on his cheek. He expected you to jump in fear or start crying for the massacre to end. But not you. Instead, you wiped it away with your thumb and moved yourself closer. Your chest, barely covered in the dirtied clothes, pressed against him, and the swell of your ass pushed out as you arched your back for him. “Missed you too,” he moved one of his hands to where your half-torn panties rested. Your pretty eyes rolled back when he found your pulsing clit, already covered in slick. “You won’t leave me again, right?”

“N-Never,” you pushed your lips to his neck, effectively hiding your groans of delight as he circled your clit with his thumb. The answer made him purr with delight; his chest rumbled, and he thrust upward to your warmth. Suguru saw the arachnid playing in the pools of blood like a child would in the rain, tendrils pulled at the intestines of the few monkeys still somehow breathing. As they deserved. In his new world, none of those beasts could touch you again. “Will you-“

Suguru refused to even let you fully ask the ridiculous question. He silenced you by finally slipping one of his fingers inside of you, down to his final knuckle. You yelped as you greedily sucked his finger in; his thumb continued to roll around your clit so he could watch you fall apart. More of the slick ran down your thighs and to his robes. Your lips wobbled as your hips moved faster on his lap. The sound of you riding his finger tangled with the splattering of blood around, almost to where Suguru couldn’t tell the difference. 

Almost. But Suguru had long since learned everything about you and how you sounded. He taught himself to react to your noises no matter how quiet, to sense how you inwardly felt as if your body was his own. Your thighs trembled, your pretty eyes glossed over with a milky white need, and your hand tugged on his hair yet again. “Do you need to cum, my little lamb?” Mindlessly, you nodded and pulled on him again, leaning back as you claimed his finger. Suguru slid his hand to your curved back, pressing hard as he moved his fingers faster. 

One last flick of his thumb is all it took. You let out a garbled cry and bounced with a sloppy pattern of need, your cunt gushing around his finger with drowning ecstasy. Suguru pulled you close and whispered his devotion and endless praise into your ear. His lips kissed and bit the curve of your neck between every word. Your gratitude came in waves of your gummy walls tightening on him, and drooled words, such as “Thank you,” repeated over and over. 

There truly was never a need to thank him, but whenever he heard you say the words, it always reminded him of that first meeting. Monkeys never acknowledged the hardships he would shoulder just for their safety. They never cared how many sorcerers died just for their pitiful sakes. But you did. You thanked him for handling the monster under your bed and effectively changed what he knew forever. 

Always so selfless. Suguru knew that the other wolves would have gobbled you up long ago if it wasn't for him. “C’mere,” he pulled his fingers from within you and let them slide into your mouth. You took it without hesitation, and your tongue lapped at the essence of your own honeyed taste as you undid his robes. Suguru chuckled at you, allowing the material to fall and show his naked form to you. Defined, hard and strong enough to protect you — just as he worked himself to be. “Tell me, my beloved, what do you taste like?”

With a final suck, you pulled from his fingers with a beautiful pop. Suguru groaned and twitched at your pretty face, flushed with a tipsy smile. He could feel you pulsing on top of him, your cunt barely concealed in the shredded panties and his erection right against your sopping warmth. “Sour,” you made a little face, and he laughed at how cute it was and felt how you shivered to the noise. Suguru knew it would only take one movement for him to take you completely and feel the endless pleasure of you finally being his, body and soul. One movement. 

“Let me have a taste, then.” He had been mistaken. The sugar of your kiss was undoubtedly a flavour he would forever hunger for, but the sweet taste of your juice, all glossy on your lips, was far better. Like a slightly sour peach. Suguru slipped his tongue into your mouth to taste it all, and you giggled against him, feathering your fingers into the long hair he grew for you. Your hips moved slowly on him, sliding his cock between the lips of your cunt back and forth. Every vein of his cock throbbed as you teased him; it felt so comfortable and familiar like you both had been together for years. Suguru knew it was because you were made for one another. He finally sighed and pulled from your lips, his forehead resting on yours. “Perfect. You might already have been addicted.”

Your eyes sparkled, and the bright smile he adored returned to your face. It wasn’t the same as the one you offered when he would walk past your house, nor the one you gave when you reunited that day in Tokyo. It was all new, the smile of someone with a dream actualised — the smile he wore whenever you were nearby. “M-Maybe I want that.”

The arachnid finally had enough of playing with the corpses behind you, and Suguru sent the monster away, so it was only you and him. The way it should be (unless he perhaps entertained that thought of thoroughly ruining you before his congregation to make sure they show respect) and would be for the rest of your lives. The fat tip of his cock kissed your swollen clit, and you jolted with surprise. All of your reactions made Suguru’s heart leap, so that even when you were trying to tease him, he could still have you be the little lamb who weeps for the touch of a wolf. “Good girl,” he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and helped align his cock with your hole. 

One second. Two. You showed no fear or want to escape. Suguru grinned like a fox and helped you to slowly slide down the length of his throbbing member. You mewled and pulled on his silky hair; your nails left soft, crescent moons in his skull. “‘s okay,” you slurred at him whenever he moved slower. Suguru was sure he was drowning in the intimacy of your gaze, foreheads together and your hands so sweetly holding his head close. He was always so afraid that it wouldn’t be such a way — that your union would have been a one-and-done affair of chasing highs. But, he felt your flowing emotions on his tongue like it were water. The desire, the hunger, the love. All yours. All shared with him. “Take me, please,”

The breathless whisper caught in his mind as your body took him whole. Though you shifted from the stretch, and your breathing sounded like someone already reaching that edge, you still trusted Suguru enough to have you. He knew no one earned such faith, not that any deserved it, and his hands squeezed your hips with barely veiled gluttony for you. It went all to his ego and devotion to being your perfect one. “Are you mine?” One of his hands moved and caressed your cheek, the action so tender despite the violence that loomed in the background. “Can I finally say that I have your heart like you’ve always had mine?”

Tears. Salty and wet fell down your cheeks, and he kissed them away, the taste as luscious as the rest of you. He felt you squeeze around him, walls so snug that he had to tighten his hand on your waist to prevent losing his mind. “Suguru,” just the sweet way you whispered his name between sweet sobs tempted him. It was always such a feat when you used his first name, so terrified of the monsters and how they punished you for not showing respect. The first time, you said it was between a short walk to the park with your sibling. The next day, you wore a sweater, though it was summer, “I’ve always been yours.” 

Weight left his chest, and he urgently pulled you into a fiery kiss. Teeth smacked together in the haste of you clawing for one another, and your hips slowly moved to start bouncing on him. Suguru groaned into your mouth when one of your soft hands slid to his chest and followed the ridges of the muscles he built since you first left. He used his hand to move you faster, made you ride him like you had his hand, and you lost yourself to the control. 

It nearly hurt him when you pulled away from his kiss, the words to force you back already burned on his tongue before you let out a desperate cry. The arch of your back forced your breasts to press against his face as you leaned back. Without pause, he tugged your tattered shirt down with his teeth, grazing you with the sharpness so you whimpered. His lips latched to one of your nipples, his hips thrust to meet your bounces, and Suguru knew he would finish fast. 

On his throne, the slapping of skin and skin and the wet sucking of his mouth on your breast was where Suguru finally got the little lamb he hunted since childhood. It was where, between haste breaths and desperate pulling, he confessed his love to the one who wouldn’t leave him again. It marked where you reunited and shared that you, too, felt the same as you came around his cock. It was the place where he filled you with pearly cum and made his everlasting vow to protect you until death should steal you from one another. 

© cloudychoso 2024 — do not steal, repost or translate

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A/N= I had this idea 5 or so days ago, and I can't tell you how much Professor Geto stuff I've seen since. I guess we're all on the same wavelength, and that's awesome. There needs to be more Professor Geto in the world.

C/W= P->V. Oral (giving/receiving). Lap riding. Masturbation (tiny talk of toys). Adult movie. Some cutesy shit. Some humor. Maybe a few other things. MDNI NSFW 🔞

W/C: 7k+some

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For Science! 👊

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"The pattern of the effectual relationship is more obvious in the decline of overall satisfaction. Do you all see how this corroborates with the suggestion that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?" He looked at you when he said this. It made you shift slightly in your warmed seat.

Professor Geto was trying not to lose his students' attention in this lecture. But they were all idiots who were run solely by their hormones.

"She can go hand my cock!" Someone yelled from the middle of the auditorium.

"Yes. What a very clever hypothesis," Geto said. "Why, uh, why don't you all just head out. Winter break starts in ... 39 minutes. Just go. Happy whatever. I'll see you in the new year when we're back in session."

The same asshole yelled out, "You mean SEX-SION!" Him and his dipshit friends laughed all the way to the courtyard.

Geto, unamused, shook his head and adjusted his glasses as the rest of his students filed out into the snow. He began putting a gross amount of paperwork into his worn leather bag, and then he looked around to make sure everyone was gone before he locked up.

His eyes landed on you. In your heavy sweatshirt and jeans. You sat in the very last seat in the front row, farthest from the exit.

"Were you asleep when I told everyone to go? Fucking kids these days –" You cut off his complaint and asked him if he could go over one thing with you before you left.

"Oh, a legitimate question. I apologize. What about ....?" He turned his left ear a little to you, hinting at you to say what your name was.

You put your hand to your chest, "Y/n. It's y/n."

"Ok, y/n. What's your question?" You gathered up your laptop and scattered papers and stuck them in your backpack. Then you stood and walked over to him.

He immediately saw how beautiful you are, even hidden away under the navy blue sweatshirt and bulky jeans you wore. You pulled your hood off and let your hair pool around your shoulders.

It surprised him, you staying behind. Most of his students made a run for it as quickly as possible.

Professor Geto was no fool. In fact, he was quite intuitive. He'd run his course based on several factors; how the audience was reacting to him, how he was being perceived at different parts of his lectures. He was always aware of his surroundings.

You got to his desk and leaned your curvy hips against the edge of the heavy, dark wood.

"You say that scientists have long supported the idea that love and sex don't have to go hand in hand?"

"Mmhm." He nodded. Feeling the slightest rush of heat throughout his body while discussing this with you. Surely, he shouldn't feel like he was crossing a line. He was the professor of a very valid and increasingly important course. Plus, you approached him. It's not as if he asked you to stay behind to discuss your grade so he could bend you over his desk and fuck an 'A' next to your name on his computer. These things were typical discussion topics.

"Have these "scientists" done any studies of the effects of dopamine levels in two people that fuck —"

Both of your eyes locked with the other's. Uncertain if you meant to say that to him as he was your teacher or if you intentionally left the word dangling between the two of you in the emptied room.

"If you fuck someone enough..." you continued like you were, for the most part, unphased by his pause. "...and they're good at what they do, and they make you cu– I mean, climax often, if not consistently, then on a semi-regular basis, won't some sort of feelings develop over time? Like, there would be some sort of attachment formed. I know it would be hard for me to be fucking someone, to be so intimate with them and not have feelings bubble up at some point. Especially with all the hormones and shit involved. Some people just make you feel better. You can feign physical attraction. But a chemical one? I don't know."

He stared at you with a blank face. You looked right back at him, waiting for his answer. Your e/c drawing him in. Shifting your backpack from your right shoulder to your left, you cleared your throat.

"Um, shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked YOU this. I'll go talk to my family priest or something."

Geto laughed, "You have a priest?" You sat your stuff down and scrunched up your nose, smiling back at him. "Well, no. The only time my family talks to God is when their asses are in the air gettin' – no. Not religious."

"Did you have any other ideas about sex and love? How can you have them both, none, or merely one or the other?"

You were a little taken aback as to why he wasn't offering you an answer. You did, after all, approach him about this.

"What are you doing right now?" He asked you, hoping to come across as cool and apathetic as he always was. But his cock was beginning to ache for your undivided attention. And though Professor Geto was a master at driving people's attention where he wanted it, he could not seem to alter your ability to maintain eye contact.

You suddenly straightened your body at his question. "W‐what am I doing right now? I mean," for some reason, you wanted to come off as if you were in really high demand.

That was anything but the truth: Your mother and step-dad went to his family's vacation home in the English countryside a week before you were out for the winter. They offered to pay for your ticket. But you really didn't like Christmas anyway and told them you had a lot of studying to do.

"Do you have plans over the holiday with your family? Friends?" He waited what he thought was a healthy amount of time before he asked you if you were doing anything special with your boyfriend.

Your outburst of laughter was embarrassing. You haven't had a boyfriend since your junior year of high school. The guys you knew made passes at you, sure. But they were so fucking childish. You hated it.

"Sor- hahaha -no, sorry. I don't have a boyfriend waiting for me under the mistletoe this year. I'm just going to be in my quiet dorm room. Waiting for this godforsaken stretch of time to end."

He didn't find that funny at all, which made you feel like an even larger tool. "So, you're just, going to be alone this Chrismas?"

You lifted your hood over your hair and answered him smoothly. "Yyyyep. I guess I'll see you when we're back in sex-sion? Eh?"

At long last, you got a laugh from him. "So wait. You're telling me that you're capable of laughter!?" You said sarcastically.

"I'm capable of more than you can imagine, little one."

That was it, your cunt fluttered at his suggestive admission. Grasping at anything to break that spell he cast over you. Those were the words that spurred on your attraction for your Human Sexuality professor.

"Well, if you're not doing anything this week, there's a French film playing at the old cinema on 11th and Craine. We don't have to go together. We don't even have to sit near each o-"

"YES. I mean, yeah. I'd love to go. What time?" You interrupted him so hard that he jumped a little at your shouting. He smiled. It was beautiful. He never smiled in class.

"There's a showing to- ah, damn it. Let me check my phone for the times again. Sorry. Hold on." He pulled his phone from his professor-y blazer, and scrolled through the listing. "Yeah. Ok, so there's showings tomorrow night at 7, 9:20, 11:40, and 2am."

Your heart sank to the floor. "Nothing tonight, huh?" He looked at you. So small and absolutely let down. He wanted to comfort you over this absurd disappointment. But that is a line he shouldn't cross. You were his student. It was against the school's code of conduct for him to do anything more than teach you. But this was a loophole. He was fairly certain he could talk himself out of any infraction.

Oh my god, how he wanted to reach his hand to your face. To lift your eyes to his with the pads of his fingers under your chin. It was such a stupid blunder. He almost wishes he hadn't said anything to you about it.

"I – no. I'm sorry, y/n. As it stands, the only showings are tomorrow. I prefer to go to the –"

"Earlier shows, right?" You asked, not even trying to shield him from your growing frustration at having to wait.

"Eh, no. No, actually, I prefer the later ones. The later, the better. Despite being a teacher, I really try to avoid people as much as possible. My friend group is pretty small. Anyway. Here's my card with my personal cell on the back. Let me know if I should expect you, hm? If I don't see you, please have a nice break."

You wanted to protest from the rooftop to keep him there talking with you. But there just wasn't a reason to say anything else. So you said goodbye and walked out into the freezing air. And head back to your 1/2 vacant dorm room.

The way back, you replayed the conversation between the two of you. It felt like a really long talk. But really, it took no longer than 10 minutes.

You felt a little stupid for getting upset about having to wait a whole day to see him. Well, if you decide to go, that is.

For now, you would find odd things to keep you busy to better pass the time.

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You woke up feeling FANTASTIC. You slept for 9 hours. Your dreams were filled with Geto fucking you until you couldn't walk anymore so he had to carry you to his bed and fuck you to the point you couldn't talk. It was the best night in you've had in ages.

Today was the day you were supposed to meet him at the old theater for the French film. You picked up the jeans you were wearing yesterday and dug around for his phone number so you could let him know you would be joining him tonight.

"Whe– Where the fuck is that card! Shit! How am I supposed to call and let him ... oh goddamn it all to hell." You sat down on your bed and tossed your hands into your lap. "The later, the better. Ok. No one goes to an 11:40 movie over winter break. Right? Ok! So I'll just get there at 11:30 and go sit in the theater ... and, and wait. Where is that fucking card!?"

You ripped your desk apart. Shook out everything you wore when he gave it to you. It was nowhere to be found. But at least you knew roughly what time he would be there.

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It was 8 pm, and you were beside yourself with anticipation. You'd already gotten yourself off twice and considering a third orgasm to dull your nervous edge just a bit more.

Instead of trying to ease your anxieties a 3rd time that way, you tried a shower with your favorite aromatic oils. You hated how well this shit worked. "It's so cliché, mom." You told her when she brought you back a box of oils from India.

That all changed when you made your own sandlewood and vanilla blend. You never gave her any shit again. And when they travel, she will oftentimes pick up some new oils for you to test. There's literally an oil for whatever is ailing you.

You were lucky to be one of the on-campus residents to have a newer dorm with a shower in the room. You were fine showering in a more public space, but there were time restrictions in the shared bathing areas.

Turning the water on, you took off your clothes and stepped into the steam. There was a part of you that wanted to take a leisurely shower. To exfoliate and shave and deep condition your hair.

But you were too nervous to hold a razor to your body. The looks Professor Geto had been giving you all semester had finally amounted to something. Was this a date? "I need to stop this hyperfocus shit. Gotta cum again."

You cracked open the shower door and stepped carefully out onto the mat on the floor to dry your feet. You've fallen too many times to not take shower safety seriously. And if you fell tonight you'd never forgive yourself for fucking up this chance.

Your new vibrator was still in its box in your nightstand drawer. You opened the packaging like a child on Christmas morning and started button mashing the 3 at the base of it to figure out which button did what.

"Let's see just what this baby can do. Ok. This button – oh! Oh ... damn." You raised your eyebrows. "I ... may never ... be stressed about anything again."

You figured out the most basic settings; the bunny ears got you off really quickly. Truthfully, it was the in-your-head Geto who did the heavy lifting. But you felt a little better.

You shaved everything you wanted to shave and exfoliated everything that was safe to exfoliate.

The outfit you chose was simple, but seen by the right eyes, it could be considered sexy. It was a long, large floral-print pattern over a solid green background and a white tight-fitting t-shirt. You wore boots with thigh-high socks. This provided you with some warmth from the cold. The socks were thick and connected to a garter belt around your waist so they wouldn't slouch down. You made the conscious decision to forgo panties for the night.

"Ok," you said. "You smell delicious. You're soft and silky. You. Are. Ready. Ready to sit with him for 2 hours and 20 minutes."

"S'do this, y/n."

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Friday 11:30pm

11th and Craine @ The Faux Devant Theater

Film: Ton sexe. Mon sexe. Notre sexe.

Translation: Your sex, My sex, Our sex

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"There's just the one movie playing here tonight?" You asked, embarrassed that you were alone and buying a ticket for a movie that had the word sex in it 3 times, and you didn't know what the other 3 words translated to.

"Yeah, this is here until the end of the week, and then we dig up another one. Blah blah blah."

You laughed at their apparent boredom with the job. "Ok, uh, 1 adult for," you pointed at the poster of the naked people in a lovers embrace. "For this one, I guess." They gave you your ticket, smirked, and told you to enjoy the show.

You went into the dark room, and you were surprised to see how it was set up. There was no traditional theater seating. But there were couches and loveseats spread smartly across the floor.

You looked around for anyone else who might be in there tonight. It was totally empty. Even the projection room lights were off.

The movie was going to start in about 5 minutes. Where was he? "Oh god. Ohhh nooo. Fuck. He's standing me up. And not in a good way, either. God, to think that he would sit through some stupid French flick with me."

You sank down into the loveseat in the middle of the room as your heart sank deeper into your heavy chest. Settling in to watch a movie that you wouldn't have chosen on your own. You were hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

The opening credits started to roll, and the story began to unfold. And quickly, to your surprise. There were subtitles, but you wanted to watch the story rather than read about it.

You're fairly certain that it was about a couple of people who knew nothing of each other or about sex. They experienced all the feelings that come with arousal and wanting another's touch. But they'd never *experienced* it themselves. Not under their own hand or someone else's. It was a sheltered existence they had before moving to the city.

There was one scene that will always stand out to you: They met by chance at a café.They reached for the sugared cinnamon to sprinkle on the foam of their cappuccino, and when their hands touched, neither one of them recoiled. They knew they had to be together come hell or high water. It was cheesy. But beautiful.

It was like because of touching the other person's hand, they finally belonged to this life. They were grounded by this single brush of skin. They were meant to be together.

They explored, touched, tasted their partner's body, and came to find that the only thing they'd been missing from their lives was the other person.

In the scene where they fully dive into their sexual awakening, you thought you heard someone stepping into the room. But you couldn't see anyone when you looked around, so you just turned your focus back to the film and watched these people devour one another.

They both gave of themselves and received everything physically possible. Some things you took note of. If nothing else, you could walk away from this with a few new tricks.

It left you in a frustrated state. Your hands dug into the soft fabric of the couch, and you shifted your weight often. You wondered for just a second what would happen if you spread your legs and slipped your fingers up under the long skirt you wore.

The movie and your feelings were bordering on pornographic. But you've always been a curious soul, so it didn't bother to see this. You were surprised that your professor had invited you to such a thing, though. How was that not crossing into misconduct?

You really didn't give a damn and pushed the thought to the back of your mind. The whole thing was quite beautiful, actually. Despite your growing frustration at Geto for not fulfilling his commitment to you. But no matter. You were no worse for the wear. What could have possibly happened with you two anyway.

Once the end credits came on the screen, you were sure there would be a wet spot on your skirt. You felt yourself filling with that familiar hot tension. Again. As if 3 orgasms just weren't enough for you to chase off the burning need.

You stood from your seat and put on your jacket before you walked out into the freezing night. As you turned around, your eyes zeroed in on a shadowed figure in the corner of the big room.

"Oh shhh–! Oh my god! You fucking scared me, professor! What the hell are you doing here ... now? The movie just ended." He stood up and seemed to glide across the floor to you. Like a vampire or something. He looked dark.

His hair was down; hanging over his shoulders and just a little in his face. But all he saw was you, standing there, trying to explain away your flushed skin as merely the frozen air that had slapped against your face.

Even though that was nearly 2 1/2 hours ago. It was not a good excuse. Nor were you very proud of it. "I'm glad you stayed to watch this," he said in a low tone. "I knew you'd watch it whether I was here or not."

"You mean, you ... you were here? The whole time, too? Why didn't you sit by me? Or, oh gosh, I dunno, at the very least say something to me?" He could see you were getting pissed at him.

Geto knew it was a little dirty to play with you this way. But he couldn't help himself. You are an adult. A big girl, even though you weren't wearing your big girl panties tonight.

"I wanted to study your reaction to the film. And from the looks of your rosy cheeks and dampened spot on your skir– well, imagine my surprise when I saw you enjoying this.

"My skirt and how wet it is OR isn't, isn't really any of your business. Is it? Pro– Geto?" You stopped yourself from calling him professor and called him by his name. It made you two closer to equals that way. Not teacher and student. Just horny woman and sexpot man.

"Oh. I see. So you're saying it's possible that your little cunt was squirming throughout these last 2 hours? And tell me, pretty girl, just what was it you imagined could tame the burning between your legs? Hm? Was it the toy you fucked yourself with earlier but imagined they were me? How many times did thinking of me make you cum? 3? 4?"

He snapped a black band from his wrist and threw his hair up in a careless bun. "Oh. Fuck," you thought. "This man is obsessed with me and stalking me and, and ..." Your thoughts trickled off as you realized how stupid you sounded thinking this garbage. He wasn't interested in you.

As relieved as you felt at that conclusion, you were also hit with a brief sadness that you were just another student to him. He's probably invited all kinds of people to cinema. You were no more special than the last.

"Relax, sweetheart. I don't have cameras set up in your bathroom watching you or anything. That would be tacky. I just know your type. You're easily scared."

You laughed at this.

"You get off to relieve tension and stress."

"Yeah? So? Who doesn't?" You shot back at him.

"Fair enough, fair enough." He looked amused by your argument. "Mm. Well, this is all very interesting. But it's time, once again, to watch, so sit down." He pointed to the place next to him.

You openly mocked him for ordering you around. "'Sit down? Sit," your laughter was spiteful. "Sit down. Oh-kay professor." There was that word again. "I've already seen the movie, thanks."

Geto reached up to take your hand and place it against his soft lips. He held it there for a moment and said, "Yes, but you haven't seen it with me." He rooted his dark eyes to yours and stuck the tip of his tongue between where your index and middle finger met. And licked you.

"Sit." And you did.

Wet pussy and all.

The movie has started, and all you want to watch is Geto. The man is beautiful. It made you almost angry about how beautiful he was.

30 minutes into it. He has kept to himself.

45 minutes into it, and his breathing hasn't even changed. But you're feeling the slick between your legs becoming more and more prevalent. Your skirt is getting the worst of it. You're not sure why you do this, but you uncross your legs. Hoping against hope that the way they were pressed together, the way they forced your pussy to rub on itself, would stop.

You were going crazy from this man's indifference.

1 hour into it, and you feel him turn and look at you. He readjusts himself on the plush seat and puts his hand on your knee.

You looked at him, thinking again of how the sharp tip of his wet tongue felt between your fingers. Your breath hitched for just a moment, and he took notice of the change in your demeanor.

Your body is no longer languid on the wide cushion beneath you. Geto wants you to relax while under his watchful eye. He wants to see you come apart at his fingertips. He wants to put you back together, too.

"Is this ok, pretty girl?" Geto asks in an almost too-quiet voice. He looks at you as shadows dance around the room. The couple in the movie has just discovered going down on one another. You watch them with an unwavering focus because if you don't, you're afraid you'll climb on your companions' face and suffocate him between your thighs.

"Mm. You're not comfortable with this. That's fine." He started to pull his hand back from your knee, and you turned your attention to him. Ready to protest his withdrawal, you stumble for your words. "I, I neh–" You clear your throat and try again. "Fuck! I never said that I wasn't comfortable with your hand on my knee. We're not in middle school, Geto. Put your hand on my fuckin' knee if you want to. It doesn't make any difference to me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "No? No difference at all. You're a bigger pain in the ass than I gave you credit for." He shook his head. "I think it's best if I just go. Would you like a ride home?"

"A ride home? Are you fucking kidding me?" You pulled his hand over and sat it on your lap. About 5 or 6 inches above where he'd originally positioned it before. "It ... does ..." You nearly choked on your words this time. "It does make a difference. Ok? OK? Happy now?"

Geto scooched a little closer to you so he could relax, and his hand would stay where you put it. He smiled. "I am. Thank you."

His hand was a double entendre. It made you wonder how something so presumably light could feel so heavy. Such a calming gesture, making you feel so wild.

Geto's right index finger began to draw small but deep 8's over your skirt into your skin. He could feel how warm your body was getting.

You're breathing heavily now. He leaned up and got much closer to you and reached up to brush one of your stray hairs aside like it was the whole reason for the sudden lack of oxygen to your brain.

1 1/2 hours, and his hand is the only thing holding you to this earth. You could sprout wings and fly away. You feel lighter, somehow. Even though he's tethered you here. Tied you to this couch that's seen god knows what. Will it get a new viewing of its own tonight, perhaps?

A particularly graphic scene comes up as you sit there next to Geto. You try to look away, but his grip on your leg tightens. You feel a wave of dizziness as his piercing eyes lock onto yours. "I didn't ask you to the movies with me so you could stare at the wall. Watch this. Learn. Listen. Why do you think that it's impossible to keep love and sex separate during the course of a relationship? And I'm not referring only committed ones.

"A sexual relationship doesn't have to be anything more than the expression of appreciation for someone's physical beauty." He continued. "Love usually runs deeper. To a person's soul. I mean, if you believe that people have souls."

You rolled your eyes. "I hate to play the sexist card. But leave it to a man – a really fucking attractive man, no less, to downplay the closeness that can resonate during sex. Lovemaking. Fucking. Call it what you want. But that's about as intimate as you can get with another person. And I think it's a really vulnerable posit–"

Geto started belly laughing. He lifted his hand from you to hold his flat stomach as he cracked up at your expense. "Listen to you. You sound like a virgin who's grown up watching only movies where there's a happy ending. A true happy ending with a knight in shining armor riding in on his unicorn steed carrying a single white rose because only the best for his untouched bride." He laughed another hard chuckle and looked back at your unamused face.

"You can be a real asshole, you know that." You said. "Just because I think that love AND sex go hand in hand doesn't mean I live for Disney movies. I'm well aware of the harsh realities surrounding love and sex. The way that people are lulled into a false sense of security. They give themselves fully over only to be kicked in the teeth and left on a curb holding a sign that says, 'I'm broken, but give me a chance. PS I'm a good cook, b‐t‐dubs.' And furthermore, it's no secret that the more invested a person becomes in their S/O, the more they turn themselves over to th—"

Geto leaned in and kissed you so lightly on your lips that were moving a thousand words a minute . "Who hurt you." He asked after pulling back. His smile was like a corrosive gel that you could slather on the most tarnished surface to get the ugly off.

You were surprised at how gentle his lips were against yours. You always imagined your time with him would be, well, not that tender. "W–what was that for?" Goddamn it. Why were you always suspicious of people who showed you any interest?

He was silent. After a long pause, he finally spoke, "I wanted to see what it would feel like." You scrunched up your face without even realizing it and asked him if he's ever kissed anyone.

"Are you fucking dumb? Of course I've kissed people. Many people. Men. Women. Any adult on the 'human' spectrum." He rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand. "Ahh. I wanted to see what it was like to kiss you. Ok?"

You thought about that for a moment before leaning over and kissing him again. Softly. Timidly. Sparingly. You were afraid to give too much of yourself to this man. Through kiss or otherwise. It would be too easy to become all consumed with him. You could see yourself vanishing in his wake.

"And that? What was that for?" He asked, staring at you through lustful eyes. You shrugged playfully.

You're not even watching the movie anymore. Really, there was not much point for both of you to sit through it again. You wouldn't forget about the story for a long while to come.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. "Prof–professor Geto ... I ... I ..." Your words were desperate. They almost came across as whines. You hoped he'd only note the neediness in your voice and not the pathetic way you're so touch starved.

"Yes, y/n? Tell me. Just ... just tell me." You ran your fingers down the back of his head, eliciting a heavy shiver as you sat down, straddling him. You could feel the bulge grow beneath your spread cunt. He reached to cup your breasts in his slow hands.

You dropped your forehead to his, and for a moment, you wondered if he knew you were bare under your skirt, save for the belt and your socks. You pooled your skirt up around your waist, exposing your thighs and ass. He does now, you thought.

Geto's hands fell to your legs, and he rubbed the soft skin heartily. He leaned forward and grabbed up the most round part of your ass cheeks, and pulled you closer to him. You could feel the slick gathering on his pants. The fabric covering his zipper began to feel tacky.

"Wha– do you wa–want, y/n? Tell me what you want ... from me." You let out a moan as he massaged and held your breasts. He licked around your nipples and nibbled at the mounds of hot flesh.

Your movements on top of him were becoming more and more focused. It was all you could do to not reach between your balanced bodies and denude his cock from its cloth prison. He let out a low moan as you started stroking your pussy against him harder. Your body quivered with pleasure as he tipped forward, putting his mouth on the outside of your ear.

"Do you want ... this?" He sat you down on the couch again and got down on his knees on the floor before you. Geto kissed from where your garter belt stopped on your right leg all the way around. He stopped to lick at your slick opening a few times before turning his attention back to your other thigh, continuing to kiss you there until he was met with the clasps on the opposite leg.

His hands slid easily under your twitching legs as he pulled you to the edge of your seat. "Watch me, not the movie. Understand, pretty?"

You brushed rogue bangs aside to see his face better. "Mmm .... mmhmm." You nodded almost maniacally as he began licking your clit with the focused tip of his tongue. It was all you could do to not slam your head back. It felt so good.

There was a gradually growing wet spot underneath you on the loveseat (now you see that it was ironically named). Geto started to taunt your opening with the tip of his finger. Your body jolted whenever he retreated despite him not really even entering you.

"What do you want, y/n?" You wished that you could talk. That you weren't such a fucking blubbering mess after he'd been going down on you for less than 5 minutes.

"Ah, I wan' – fffuck." You can't hold your head up any longer, so you lay it against the back, still eyeing him. "I want you ..." You manage to say the words clumsily. If your eyes were daggers, he'd have bled out by now.

"You got it." He knelt in front of you and spread your legs and pushed his hands under the long skirt.

He passes the clips on your thighs with his roaming hand. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you try to concentrate. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself of the hours of preparation. You'd be damned if you weren't going to be rewarded for all of it.

"Do ... do you think anyone will come in?" You asked, suddenly aware you're on display right now."

Geto didn't answer. "Muhh." He was too focused on you. Whatever kind of answer that was. It made you wonder if he was just being agreeable or actually listening.

"Get‐Oh shiiiittt. Oh my god, y-yes. Hmmm..." You didn't remember there were other people on the planet right now. His face was completely buried between your thighs. You see now that he couldn't answer if he wanted to. And from the way he was devouring you, you knew assuring you wasn't at the top of his to-do list.

He went at you like you were an iceblock in the most stark desert. Licking you and sucking you into his mouth. His tongue swirling around your clit had you squirming out of his grasp.

It wasn't that you wanted to break his grip on you. But the feelings were so intense. All focused on one ... tiny ... spot.

"Oh god, Geto, I need ... fffuck. I haf'ta ... " Your words were failing you.

He sat up, licking his lips, smiling at you. His hair disheveled from your fingers, finding their way onto his head. "S' sweet, pretty."

He helped sit you up and sat down next to you. His eyes drunk on your body as he looked at your lips for a minute. The corners of your mouth turned upward slightly as you inched your way over to him.

"Scoot back," you told Geto. You got on your knees on the small couch and leaned over, resting on your elbows. He was so hard. You just wanted him inside of you so badly.

You rested just above his lap as you undid his belt, button, and zipper. He muttered something and moved to help you. "Uh-uh. It's my turn now." You said, and Geto laughed a little. "Who am I to argue."

You pushed his pants down to his knees and then gently, like you were holding a priceless artifact, pulled his thick cock out from his boxers.

You couldn't help but gasp a little as you held it. The way he watched you look it over made you feel nervous. Like you had never seen something like this before. His gaze remained on you as you closely inspected each vein and all the characteristics of it.

You brought the head to your lips and kissed it, immediately dragging a moan from Geto's throat. You've never been with someone who so easily gave themselves over to the sounds. If it were at all possible, you were turned on even more at his vocalizations.

There was no hurry here on your part, so you took things slowly. You were also hoping he had nowhere to be at 2 am.

Adjusting your position so you could rest on his thighs and still utilize your hands, you slipped and felt him hit the back of your throat. "F.U.C.K." You thought. "Does he know I slipped or does he think I'm just amazing?!"

You remembered your roommate telling you the crazy shit her and her boyfriend do. "Yeah, it's really simple once you get your breathing under control. When you master that, you could choke back an actual eggplant." She told you one night after she stumbled in half naked. You promised to take her to coffee as a thank you for her invaluable advice on the subject.

"Ho– holy shit, y/n. That, that's – oh fuck." Geto was restraining himself from thrusting upwards anymore. You were doing well enough on your own.

Bringing your right hand up, you wrap it around his length and begin to stroke him. Your mouth still holding the tip, you lick him with a flat tongue.

"Y/n y/n y/n, fuck ..." He sounds and feels like he's close. You can detect the slight contracting in your mouth when you touch him a certain way or roll him around in your hot, wet mouth.

Geto reached down and cupped your face in his hands. "S-s- M'gonna, hah, ." You sat up, your skirt still somehow held in place at your waist. Your upper legs are shiny from sweat and your juices mixing around.

Geto was lifting his hips off of the couch, and the hand he had on the back of your head was becoming more firm and careless in its grip.

You started breathing heavily through your nose, preparing yourself for what you were about to do.

You took him so far deep, so suddenly, that he let out a noise you were sure was a staple in his infancy.

He leaned forward a bit and grabbed your shoulder with his right hand, and softly put his left on your ear.

"Fuck, y/n. Fucking h– oh, mmhhm, ffffuckkk!" You felt the heat hit the back of your throat and you instinctually swallowed.

You sat up and wiped your face with your forearm. It took him a moment for him to regain his composure, but he was smiling at you like you'd told him the secret to a happy life.

"Y/n. Why are you just sitting there?" The question caught you off guard. "Was – was I supposed to go?" Geto extended his arm to you, and you took it.

He pulled you up onto his lap, and you let out a little squeak at how easily he hauled you over. "Geto ... what'cha, what'cha doin'?"

"Calm down." He chuckled before he settled back into his spot on the couch. He sat you down, straddling him again, but this time, his pants were down.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He pulled you close into him, and he kissed you. Geto's arms wrapped around your waist, and his large hands kneaded the muscles on your back.

You kissed each other so deeply and slowly that you never wanted to stop. Your tongues twist around, leaving you both breathless but unwilling to be the first to pull away.

His bottom lip trailed from your neck to your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan as his hands slid down your back.

You couldn't take the teasing you anymore. His cock was pressing into your wetness, practically begging to be swallowed up into you. "Geto ..." You tried to plead with his reasonable side. But he had no reasonable intentions right now.

Geto whispered in your ear, "You can have it all if you want." The temptation lingers to see how long you can dance over him like this. But ultimately, you sit down on him, taking his cock all the way inside of you.

Both of you throw your heads back, wildly different sounds erupting from your throats. Geto moaned deeply as you enveloped him. His skin was so hot to the touch. "Fuck Geto, ya feel s'good."

He raised your shirt above your chest and ran his thumbs over your nipples. "You're so fucking tight, y/n. Shit, I could – ah, fuck. I could cum right now."

You hastened your movements on him. The way his cock drags against your hot walls was clouding out the reality around you. "Mm–me t-to. Oh god, mmhmm. G'na cum!"

Geto slid his hand between your legs to rub your clit but he wasn't halfway with his reach when the two of you came together.

"Fuck, pretty girl." He lifted you up just enough to see him still inside of you. You looked down to see your body already letting go of the combined juices.

"Now, y/n. I have to ask. Do you love me? Or was that just sex?"

You laughed as your face turned a bright red. "I dunno. I think it's you who loves me."

Geto hooked his arms under your legs and flipped you onto your back on the couch. "Whoo! What're you doing!" You giggled and brushed his hair from his face.

"From a scientific perspective, I think this is going to require a lot of research."

You rolled your eyes, smirking. Geto lined himself up with you and eased his way in.

"For ... mm, ah ... for science!"

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Yan!!!! Congrats on 500+!! (super well deserved!! ur writing and silliness is so addicting i luv it💜)

anyway sorry i’m just rambling , for the event may i request 20, 60, 93 & 91? with mmm- Geto? (though i feel my # are nsfw) please write whatever you’re most comfortable with or whatever that pretty little head of yours conjures up

okay ily bye😵‍💫💜

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Suguru Geto

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Cicadas singing || Exhibitionism || Throat fucking

tw: NSFW • Dubcon • Mild Humiliation • Exhibitionism • Oral (M)

wc: 1421

There is nothing in this world that he hates more than a dumb monkey that doesn’t know its place.

Dark eyes narrow on your figure, bowed low to the floor before him as instructed by his money collecting monkeys. You weren’t even a money making monkey, so useless and beneath his time and energy he should really just have you cast out…

He didn’t though. He sat still above you with the face of a benevolent God but his heart was weighing all your values before he replied to your request.

He hummed, pleased by the little flinch your body inflicted by the noise, your anxiety so high he could hear your heart pounding despite the distance.

“I’ll be happy to save them…,” he could see the hope bubbling beneath your skin, “but the payment will need to be given up front.” You deflated a little, likely running numbers through that pretty monkey brain and he allows you to stew for a while before showing grace.

“I won’t need money if that’s what you’re trying to calculate dear,” he leans on his fist, legs crossed on his pillow throne while he smiles kindly, eyes narrowed so far they appear almost closed.

Your head raises a little, eyes flicking up and he hates the sweet face which greets him again. Your eyes are full of hope and desperation, a naivety to your demeanor he wants to crush and ruin because how dare you be so innocent? You don’t deserve to be, not in this filthy world he despises. The wide spacious room begins to dim with the setting sun, tatami mats taking on an orange glow. It’s still early autumn, the weather still flip flopping between cool in the mornings and warm around the evening, the space below where you kneel rather hot as you feel sweat slide down your spine. He watches as your tongue slips out to wet your lips, voice trembling under the pressure he exerts.

“Then… What is the price exactly?” It’s adorable how you ask it, his eyes drinking in the sight before him with more pleasure than he’ll ever admit.

“You.” He allows you a moment to think, and for certainly for a bottom of the food chain type monkey you’re rather quick to figure it out. It’s why you hesitate, because it could mean any number of horrible or not so terrible things but in the very end it meant giving yourself up like a slave or livestock to the unknown. He was waiting to see if you’d choose your family suffering a devastating curse or yourself. He finds it peculiar how his irritation spikes when you choose the obvious.

“Okay. Please, save them.” He doesn’t let it show, smiling kindly as he nods in affirmation.

“Then—!” He claps his hands, jovial almost despite his mood turning sour the longer he looks at you.

“From now on, you’re mine dear~” he coos, and you’re struck by a strange feeling of doom as he says the words.

Suguru generally agreed that there were only two types of monkeys in this world. Ones who collected curses for him and ones who made him money.

Though, he mused, he would allow for one special category to remain even though he despised it similarly.

“Come on dear, you can do better than that can’t you?” His smile is still sweet, but his dark eyes swirled with satisfaction as they stared at your sorry figure knelt before him. “Open your mouth wider, ah~ there you go, that’s it,” his voice and tone are even, sweet even as he gives such gentle encouragement despite the rough way he handled you. Tears ran down your cheeks like a faucet left on and forgotten, eyes red and blurry as you struggled to breathe. Suguru Geto was not a small man, and neither was his cock while he continuously sank to the deepest parts of your throat, delighting in depriving you of oxygen as long as possible. In his glorified throne room where he conned fools into bringing them his curses, you realized too late you’d sold yourself to a demon hellbent on destruction. As nothing more than a glorified sex toy no less, a living doll he used at his leisure and chained to his side with a curse that denied you from ever straying too far from him.

“Ah ah, focus for me dear, wake up.” His tap against your cheek wakes you, his cock finally pulling back to let you cough and choke for air before you pass out. You’d lost track of time, but your knees ached painfully while your head swam from deprivation. Your lips were swollen and glossy from saliva and his previous release which he’d painted them with, face puffy and miserable. The front of your shirt was stained from fluids and his cock and lower half matched with a shine coating them.

“Good job~ I’m going to finish in your mouth now.” He likes telling you before he does it, not because he’s interested in your opinion on it, he just likes you knowing the inevitable. That there was nothing you could do to stop it. No power you possessed to keep him from getting what he wanted.

So you opened, trembling and whimpering as he teasing his tip along your tongue while one large hand settled behind your head, as if he was going to be gentle or ease you into it.

You whine when he shoves in completely, his pubic hair tickling your nose as your eyes watered and nearly rolled back into your head as he fucked your mouth earnestly now, no longer teasing.

It burned, you were uncomfortable, and the annoying song the cicadas played for the setting sun was offset by the lewd wet squelching of Suguru fucking your throat, balls slapping against your neck as he tilts your head back for a deeper angle and view of your face.

A knock echoes, and his hand doesn’t hesitate to sink into your hair and cement you when he calls out for whoever to enter.

You try to push him away, you don’t want to be seen like this but you aren’t given a choice as his hips continue their brutal swing into your mouth even as you choke and wheeze for some sort of relief. He gives none as someone enters, a small exclamation of surprise all you hear in your fuzzy mind, words being exchanged as if none of this was happening. Your tears flowed, lower belly tightening as your thighs rubbed together, Suguru’s cock beginning to swell thicker in your mouth as he spoke with a follower.

His body angled in a way they couldn’t fully view you, or see past his robes, but the obvious was undeniable. Using you like a toy as his curse collecting monkey left to follow out his order, amused by their flustered state and clear lecherous gaze trained on your mostly hidden figure. It pissed him off despite it being him who allowed them to view you, his hips becoming meaner as he pushed you further and gave you less time to breathe.

“Did you like that dear? You look like you did,” he loves the little glare you shoot up, the spark inside of you so lovely it excites him into stomping it out. With your hair gripped tight, he relishes how your little tongue slides over his shaft, the tip spearing down into the tight confines of your throat as he groans.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” He chuckles, the way you whimper around his cock and rub your thighs together not lost on him. “Getting off to me fucking you in front of a worthless monkey, you’re really shameless.” He teases, tone good natured despite the nasty word choice.

“That’s alright though, I won’t hold it against you, it’s not like you can help it anyway.” He doesn’t care that you cry and claw at his robes, balls drawing up tight as he feels the tell tale signs of his release.

“Get ready dear, if you spill even a drop, we’ll start all over,” the threat has you snapping to attention, widening your protesting jaw so he could fit himself further, his moan of satisfaction followed by his cock sinking as deep into your throat as possible. “Take it all—,” he grunts, smile dropping as he grits his teeth and comes.

Suguru had two categories for monkeys, but one special one existed just for you. His cute pleasure monkey.

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[tojisdove]

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TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, fingering (4).

adores seeing the mess he's made inside of you

he's just so, so fucking big compared to his love

guess he gotta prep you nicely for both of his cocks

finally getting pounded like his darling deserves

"would you take it all?"

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: fingering, spanking, size kink.

"relax and let daddy take care of all your needs"

"ever so pretty when I leave you red"

gotta definitely brag about his new watch

ever so comfortable bent over his lap <33

another one just bc my size kink is going crazy

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: riding + yourself on the shelf, jerking off vid.

always gonna make you work for it

he loves showing you off to the camera so much

little things he likes to send you when he's away ♡

better keep that arch deep for him

"bend over and take it like the pretty girl you are"

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: unprotected sex, oral, jerking off, body worship.

eating you out oh-so-slowly and oh-so-nicely <3

pretty boy will never be able to get you out of his mind

will ask to worship you every single morning

maybe spooning it's even better than you'd think

his princess always tastes so, so sweet on his tongue

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Prompt 20 w geto? But the after math.. like yk, when reader keeps pushing his buttons after that 🤭 fem reader plsss

I’m feeling the vibes babe, let me give it a shot!! <3

prompt 20: “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

lover <3: suguru geto x afab!reader

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18–minors will be blocked (DNI), wc: 1.1K

cw: smut, nsfw, pwp, afab!reader, handcuffs, slight degradation, manhandling, dom/sub dynamics

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You really were testing his patience.

From the second the two of you woke up until this very moment—you had been egging Suguru on just to pull away at the very last second. The long glances, the shameless touches, the coy laugh you throw at him when he lets out a frustrated groan, a visible tent starting to form through his sweats. It was all adding up on him where he could, quite literally, feel his rationality start to slowly slip through his fingers.

He doesn’t hide it either—in fact, he wants you to see what you’re doing to him. A part of him honestly hopes that when you see the dark stain of his precum fade into his sweats that you’ll finally break and bend to his will.

But of course you had…different plans, to say the least.

At first it was fun, getting pampered and dotted on by such a pretty little thing like you, his loving sweetheart. Feeling your nimble fingers play with his hair, his chest, his cock—of course it was going to drive him towards the point of breaking. Hell, a single touch from you at this point would probably get him to cum in his pants prematurely.

You knew what you were doing to him too—taunting the big beast with a supple treat, but right when he goes in for the kill you spring up, giving a lame excuse like shoko or gojo texting you about an emergency, and all he can do is watch as you flaunt your pretty ass to the other room with a small giggle and mischievous glance.

Such a tease.

Sure—he’s a patient man, but what you’re doing to him was just downright cruel. He can’t help but wonder how much longer you’ll play with your food, feeling his own composure slip every second you even look at him. And fuck—is that a new perfume you’re wearing today? It’s making his mind turn into mush; you’re making him turn into mush.

And yet again here you are, sittin’ pretty on your Sugu’s lap, straddling his toned waist as he rested his hands on your hips, gently rocking you to and fro—aching for more of your touch, for more of you.

“Fuck baby, need to fuck you,” he grunts, brows furrowed and veins bulging from his arms. He grits through his teeth, trying his best to restrain himself and his perverted desires of punishing you. Call him vindictive, but he’s just aching to give you a little taste of your own medicine—for his pleasure, of course. He smirks wickedly, a sinister thought coming to his mind as he quickly switches the position the two of you are in—figuratively and literally.

You yelp at his actions, the sudden change in demeanor making you feel as if you had whiplash. You feel Suguru press his clothed groin harder and faster against your pussy, as if he were trying to fuck you through his clothes. Times like these made him wish he had his friends six eyes ability, wanting to forever imprint the entirety of your pleasure filled body into his brain and see your energy build, and build, and build until you can’t do anything but release it—lost in your own desires.

You figured he’d caught on to your antics with the way he’s gripping your wrists tightly above your head, rendering you helpless to his mercy. Big doe eyes meet sharp primal ones, and like prey getting caught you feign innocence—playing with your food a bit more.

And he does not appreciate that one bit.

Suguru growls, diverting his gaze from your face by diving into the crook of your neck. He knows he’ll give in if he meets your gaze, ultimately a sucker for pleasing his pretty girl. Instead, he gives you gentle nips and licks that decorate your neck, and trails his lips to ghost over the shell of your ear, his daunting voice reverberating throughout your body “Behave. You don’t want to see the punishments I have in mind for you.”

And of course, you just had to tempt the beast—per usual.

“Shhh baby, I know,” he coos at you, soothing the skin on your soft ass. Red marks adorn your glowing cheeks after taking him so well, and suguru can’t help but feel a twinge of guilt when he sees you cringe.

But then again, he wasn’t quite sure if that was a cringe of pain or pleasure—considering he’s got you stuffed full of his cock as you lay pitifully on top of him, and fuck did it make all the teasing worth it.

“S-sugu, I ca-*hic*-can’t…n-no more,” you cry, taking in his sharp and deep thrusts with a whimper and cry. Your wrists are cuffed behind your back, helpless to your lovers ministrations. The hand that was soothing your red ass moves slowly to the small of your back to press you further into him and sink you deeper onto his cock. The groan he lets out is ravenous, and he snickers at your yelp when you take him to the hilt, remaining composed as he ignores your pleas for mercy.

You really didn’t think he’d react so strongly to some teasing as simple as this, but seeing your usually stoic boyfriend become so primal and unhinged was a sight so sacred that it made you yield to him.

You—his little firecracker—were finally under his demand, and he’d be damned if he let this opportunity slip from his fingers. He’ll make sure to take his time and draw out each and every one of those mind-numbing orgasms that Suguru and only Suguru can pull out of you, wanting to imprint this memory into your mind and show you just how mean your sugu baby can be.

“Oh yes you can, and you will,” he growls, giving you another sharp thrust that has you yelping and clenching your jaw. He smoothes the arch of your back, calming your poor, aching body—a sinful balance of dominance and praise that makes you willingly croon and comply.

His other hand surprises you by coming up towards the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. Your wince tells Suguru that your feigning innocence again, because what good girl would clench their pussy so tightly when they get their hair pulled like a common slut?

“You dug your grave, and now you’ll lie in it, pretty girl. Take your punishment nicely, or I promise it’ll be worse.”

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◈ SATORU GOJO

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^-^

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 0~0

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 <3

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 o-o

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 'v'

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 o-o

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥 °v°

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘺 <3

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 ＞-＜

◈ NANAMI KENTO

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 >-<

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 *~*

⋆ 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘴 ~v~

⋆ 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘨𝘨 O-O

⋆ 𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 -V-

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 '-'

◈ GETO SUGURU

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘺 ^-^

⋆ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 >~<

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^o^

⋆ 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 *v*

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 u-u

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣 u~u

⋆ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 ~o~

⋆ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 "v"

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘪 o~o

⋆ 𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘵 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 ＞~＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O~O

⋆ 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 2 𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 ~w~

⋆ 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ^-^

◈ SHIU KONG

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-o

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 '~'

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 ~o~

⋆ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 ~v~

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 <3

⋆ 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 o-o

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 <3

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

⋆ 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 O-O

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘴 ^o^

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 *V*

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ^-^

⋆ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 ＞-＜

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱 ^~^

⋆ 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v-v

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 ~v~

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 ^~^

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 vov

◈ CHOSO KAMO

⋆ 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘴 ^-^

⋆ 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 ^0^

⋆ 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 v-v

⋆ 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 o~o

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 v0v

⋆ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 ^~^

⋆ 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 owo

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘺 v~v

⋆ 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘴 >-<

⋆ 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 /v\

⋆ 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 -o-

⋆ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 <3

⋆ 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 •o•

part 2

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𐙚 TOJI FUSHIGURO (warnings ; clít rubbing. squírting. size kínk. fìngering. pènetration. brééding. oràl (f).)

looves making you squirmノsquirting ノsize kink ノsideways ノstretching you out ノtasteノholding you by your thighsノpics he'll send ノsuper soakerノ breeding

𐙚 SATORU GOJO (warnings ; màsturbàtìon. pènetration.)

vids he sends while he’s away ノ awh, how embarrassing (not) ノcar sex ノgood morning ノin the mirror (satoru ver)ノbikini got him all worked up ノhe misses u :( ノdoggystyle

𐙚 SUGURU GETO (warnings ; pènetration. clít rubbing. squírtíng. riding. fíngeríng. hàndjob. màtìng press.)

loves his girl ノin the mirror (suguru ver)ノhe’s so cruel, teasing you like this ノmy ride is hereノfingering ノgetting him offノcountertopノso mean :( ノmating press

𐙚 CHOSO KAMO (warnings ; oràl (f). pènetration. brèèding. squìrtìng.)

taste so good ノloves missionary ノhow could he possibly keep his hands off? ノhe really couldnt wait ノall over youノin the carノagainst the wall ノagain and againノface down, ass up

𐙚 KENTO NANAMI (warnings ; pènetration. public sèx. oràl (f). spànking. brèèding. size kink.)

“lets hope we don’t get caught..” ノloves the taste of you ノputting you in your placeノbreeding kinkノi need this w him IMMEDIATELYノafter work

𐙚 INO TAKUMA (warnings ; pènetration. fìngerìng. spànking.)

positions ノcant get enough of your tits ノhes so loving ノ getting eachother off ノloves watching your expressions ノhe could listen to you all day ノIS THIS NOT HIM???

𐙚 RYOMEN SUKUNA (warnings ; pènetration. rough sèx. fìngerìng. mating press. ànàl fìngerìng.)

so rough w/ his hands . . . ノpinned down ノholding your leg up ノhe's so rough ノgirthy fingers ノon the couch ノanal + fingering ノprepping you for both cocks

[flowerymenendez]

Your boyfriend loved playing with your pussy. And, no, not in a sexual way.

You were cuddling, your back resting against his chest while his tired eyes were fixed on the TV after a long day. Your legs were spread and his big hands were subconsciously roaming lazily over your relaxed body, down, down until he reached the waistband of your pretty panties. You glanced down at his hand when he slid it under your underwear, meeting your soft pussy lips.

You looked up at him when he started rubbing and pinching your folds only to see your almost sleepy boyfriend staring at the TV, very drawn into the show. He didn't even look at you, not even a slight flinch. Because, well, he was too damn relaxed, watching TV while playing with your pussy because he loved how soft and puffy it was.

You whimpered lowly, turning your attention back to the TV while he kept molding your pretty pussy.

A few minutes later, you started squirming when he accidentally rubbed your little bud, making you leak.

And, without noticing, he slid his thick fingers down to your sappy cunt, rubbing small circles over it before moving them back to your clit, making it throb.

You bit your lip, lifting your hips against his hand, meanwhile he chuckled softly at the forgotten TV show in the background.

He kept playing with your clit and cunt until you were all soaked, holding back your moans when your clit started throbbing deliciously against his fingers while you orgasmed.

Finally, he looked down at you, noticing his very flushed and lustful little girlfriend. Then, his eyes moved down to his hand, sliding it out of your panties. His fingers were sticky, soaked with your arousal.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N = There were some parts of this I was like, hoo! 🥵. Hope you guys enjoy. This took me for-frickin-ever to fine-tune.

C/W = P -> V. Brief masturbation. Sweet names, y/n / reader called "Mama" once or twice. An overly dramatic origami reference. Enjoy!

ღ Sweet Dreams ღ

● It was after 2:30 in the morning when Geto got off work. Being a tow truck driver, though, odd hours come with the territory.

● He was hoping you'd still be awake when he got back to the loft. You were, but tonight, you didn't want him to know that.

● As you heard the deep rumble of his motorcycle, you positioned yourself so you were facing away from the door, and the first thing he'd see was your barely covered backside.

● It was cold in the loft in the winter, so he installed a heating system that made it feel like the desert mid-hot season. You had a couple of windows cracked so you could hear the rain slapping the asphalt. And so you wouldn't suffocate. When Geto did something, he didn't do it half-assed.

● You heard him park his bike in the garage and open the door to the lower-level entryway. He hung his helmet and started up the stairs. He always meant to miss the creaky one, but 9 times out of 10, he would step on it. "God – goddamnit. I need to fix that." He complained. But you were always able to count the steps as he ascended, knowing after the creaky spot, there were 11 more to go until the landing and the large metal sliding door.

● He slid the door open as softly and quietly as he could manage. The building was over 150 years old, though. Some things would just never be the same. But you loved this place. And what Geto's baby wants, his baby gets.

● He walked in to find you lying on top of the bed in your designated 'bedroom space.' He was surprised he didn't wake you. You were usually a light sleeper. But he chalked it up to you getting used to his late-night noises. He kicked his boots off and made his way to the bed. His bare toes padded across the hardwood floor to see you. And despite looking the part of a dreamer, you were very much awake.

● The billboard across the street cast the space in a red glow. Your skin looked pink to him, and it made him want to taste you.

● The mere availability of your body was making the growing bulge in his pants a noticeable nuisance. He would have to do something about it. Or wake you and have you do something about it.

● He unzipped the top half of his coveralls and pulled them down to rest just below his waistline. He took off his grease-stained undershirt and tossed it in the dirty clothes basket.

● You shuffled slightly, moving onto your back. You positioned one leg bent and the other outstretched.

● Geto stood in just his coveralls, half hanging off of him. Then he took a step towards you.

● "Baby ... I'm home. Are ... you awake? Babe?"

● He started rubbing your foot. You were always such a sucker for a foot massage.

● It was so hard not to giggle when he hit your ticklish spots. But you knew it would be in your interest to persevere. What came after would be well worth the mild suffering.

● Your breathing changed a little and he thought you might be coming around.

● "Y/n? Baby?" He grunted in frustration. All he wanted was you. He thought about you all day at work. The picture of you he kept on the visor is what kept him going tonight til quitting time.

● It was an arduous day: He had to tow 2 semis to the city over from where he worked. It was cold and rainy. He didn't want to be out in that shit. Rain was better when you were inside looking out.

● He needed to be home with you. Cuddled up. Kissing. Sucking. Fondling. Fucking.

● He slid his hands up underneath your legs, massaging the muscles.

● His cock was strained so tightly against his clothing. He felt like a noose was wrapped around his neck.

● Geto stood up and pulled his coveralls the rest of the way off. Leaving just his black briefs on.

● "It makes you look so mysterious. Dangerous, even." You'd say, laughing as he pretended to attack you. Biting at your neck and breasts.

● He went back to your bare legs, continuing to massage the warm limbs.

● "Fuck, baby. Please wake up for me. I wan'cha."

● You took a deep breath. Stretching your arms over your head, exposing the rounded bottoms of your breasts as his cut-off tank top rode up your belly.

● "Oh, hey, baby." You looked at the twitching bulge in his underwear and smiled.

● "When did ya get home?" Knowing full well the moment he walked into the large space.

● Geto climbed on top of you, laying between your legs.

● He looked down at the wet spot in your pink panties and smiled through kissing you.

● "Havin' a good dream, baby?" He laughed.

● You pulled all of his weight down onto you. He felt so good, resting on you. Smashing your small body into the too-soft mattress.

● "Jus' dreamin' 'bout you, hot stuff."

● He laughed at your dumb term of endearment and pressed his covered cock into you.

● You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to your face. You didn't kiss him, but the two of you looked at each other as his hips rolled slowly into your frustratingly inaccessible cunt.

● "Hold on." Geto said. He reached up and pulled your arms down, one at a time, and plastered kisses from your neck down to your belly.

● Taking your panties into his teeth, he snapped the elastic against your tender skin.

● "Ow! What –" He started kissing and licking at the pinkened flesh. "What the ffffuck, God, Suguru ... that – hmmm" You hummed. Letting the slight assault slide because he was making it all better.

● You laid back on your elbows to watch him kiss your inner thighs. Hair had come out of the messy bun it was in and pooled around his beautiful face. So you brushed it aside. And he looked into your eyes as he licked a light trail to your pussy.

● "D'ya forgive me now, Mama?" He pulled your weaponized panties the rest of the way down off of your hips, knees, and feet, throwing them onto the floor.

● "Oh shit," you said as you fell back onto the pile of pillows as he gave your clit tiny but firm licks.

● He lifted his head for a moment. "Well, would ya look at that. You're so wet for me already. So wet for this ..."

● He slipped 2 fingers inside of you and curled them up. Rubbing that one spot that drives you deeper into his clutches.

● You raised your hips a little to meet his hand and mouth.

● "Mm-mm, let me."

● Relaxing your body back into the bed, he began the painfully slow push/pull of his fingers. You could feel your hot walls closing down on him with each sweep of his fingers.

● "Su–, fas–faster, please, baby." You begged, but he wanted this to last.

● Pulling his fingers out of you, he stuck them in his mouth and sucked your juices off of them. He climbed on top of you and began kissing your chest.

● "Ah – Su, my tits are sensitive. Be careful." He made a fake pouty face at your plea and kissed where he'd been too rough with his teeth.

● "Better?" He asked in a slightly patronizing tone. He sucked on your nipples slowly. The one that wasn't in his mouth was in his large, grease-stained hand.

● He inched up to meet your gaze. His briefs are getting completely wet from pressing into you.

● "So fuckin' hard. Why don't ya take those off, mm. Do us both a favor." You asked, hoping he wouldn't pick on your excitement about the possibility.

● "You think you're ready, huh? Hell. Who 'm I to deny my girl."

● "I am! C'mon." You've recited these words so many times. Convincing him that you're ready. It was like a game to you two now. "But stand up, I wanna see you pull them down." Your eyes were slits, "Slowly." You have a dark glint in your eye. He liked it.

● Geto stood up and took a couple of steps back from the bed and rubbed his cock over his briefs.

● He never broke eye contact with you.

● Staring at him, practically drooling, you got up on your knees on the bed and waved him over to you. "Fuck, Suguru."

● He deliberately lowered one side of the waistband. Showing off his chiseled hip.

● After he had sufficiently memorized your eyes begging him to fuck you, he took 2 steps and he stood in front of you. His cock hung heavily between you both.

● "Suguru ..."

● Your lips pressed together. Tongues danced in and out of the other's mouth. Soft moans and harsh breathing filled the air.

● Geto lowered you back on the bed and began stroking his cock. "Touch your pretty li'l pussy for me."

● He stayed on his knees between your open legs, devotedly pumping himself in and out of his rough hand.

● "Shit, I love watching you do that. Do it faster, harder." You told him as you rubbed tight circles on your clit with one hand, pinching your nipple with the other.

● "Enough. Fuck. C'mere." You said flatly.

● He seemed to snap out of a trance when you spoke. "Mmhm."

● He eased himself down and rested his hips against yours. The heat leaking from his body was making your heart rate erratic.

● Geto lowered his hand and rubbed his fat tip against your soft, wet opening. Your hips instinctively push up.

● He gave all of himself to you in a split second. He filled every bit of your fluttering walls. "Oh, f-fuck, baby. You're so –hngh shit!" He put his head on your shoulder as he moved ever so slightly.

●You held his ass cheeks in your hands, trying to get him to go deeper.

● Geto pulled back until only his cock head remained inside of you. You had begun to shiver – just the way he liked you – and your legs scrambled on the sheets to ground your feet. You're trying to raise your hips even more.

● "Nope. You're gonna have to wait for me this time. But we'll get you there, baby. We'll both get there." He said as he rocked slowly into you.

● He was doing his best to go slow, but the way your pussy was wrapped around him. The way it was milking him. It was causing him to be drawn into a frenzy of want.

● He kissed your neck and took a deep breath, sighing heavily to release the air.

● He pulled his head back slowly and he looked down at your face, watching your eyes close at the sensation of him filling you up.

● "How's this, Mama?" You didn't answer with words. Your eyebrows furrowed deeply and your pretty mouth sat frozen in an 'O'. Your eyes looked like you were trying to solve the most complex equation. He could tell you were in this deep. Just the motion of your hips was an affirmation.

● He rocked his body forward and he began fucking you a little faster. He can feel his resistance waning.

● "L'ways so tight for me. I can't get enough of you – of your pussy. I love the way she holds me. The way you squeeze me. It's all for me. Say my name." He said. His breathing was growing more shallow.

● "Y/n, fuck – look at me." His eyes are looking directly into yours as he continues to move his hips back and forth. "Say it!"

● "Su – ah ... god –" you squeaked. "Fuck! S-Suguru ..." Your voice cracks and he smiles, showing how he brightens up behind his otherwise dark features. "You feel so good. I want you – mm!"

● He leaned in to kiss you as he began to fuck you harder. You moaned into his mouth feeling how warm and soft his lips were. He tasted like cigarettes. A smell you've come to appreciate on him in its sick way.

● Geto picked up his speed, trying to reach that point of no return. "Oh, sweetheart ... so good ... Jesus fu–, fuck baby ..." He moved his right hand from holding your face and wrapped them both under and around your shoulders. Your arms are locked around his neck, fingers intertwined in his hair.

● "Oh my god, Suguru. Cu– cum in me, Su–!" He grunted in your ear as he felt his body release everything it had pent up for you. The way your cunt was sucking him in. "So fucking – tight." He bit down on your shoulder.

● His body convulsed and the feeling of his hot cum inside of you is enough to have you fold in on yourself like smashed origami.

● Your orgasm rolled out in waves, you could feel the electric pulsing inside of your cunt. "Oooh goddd." You both sighed as he let his upper body fall on top of you.

● "Ohh, baby. We gotta do that again ... fuck. I'm sorry for waking you up ... I don't even know where I got all that energy. I just had to have you tonight." He breathed, kissing your neck.

● "Have me any night, my Sugu baby." You said, scratching your fingers through the fine hairs at the base of his neck.

● He stayed on top of you, sweetly kissing you you. And you The two of you laid like that until you fell asleep.

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