#jujutsu kaisen suguru geto

[naammiii]

SUGURU GETO SFW FIC RECS // sfw but mdni!

candy eating - @/m1stm3

might hurt - @/gojonanami

husband geto - @/xhyjin

bedtime rant - @/kawowoa

sleepy - @/sonarspace

take me back - @/sanemistar

in sickness and health - @/lxvebun (multi! sugus part is tew cute 😭)

voodoo doll - @/seoups

skyfall - @/suhtorus

little family - @/kingkonoha

gentle glow - @/peppertoastuniverse (ao3)

co-parenting - @/sugurufic

recharge - @/sonarspace

random geto bf txts - @/sqtorux

tattoo artist - @/stsgluver

heat of the summer - @/peppertoastuniverse

sleepy mornings - @/lxvebun

what’s your favorite scary movie? - @/reignpage (multi)

addiction - @/swordymacaroni

curious cat - @/mykeroppi and @/whattheflower (ao3 fic)

chlorine - @/soov

smoke and shadows - @/thoughtfultyrantlove

I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE FICS!! // CREDS TO THE WRITERS!! <3

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Soulmates

Pairing: satosugu x reader.

Tw warning: obsessive behaviour, kind of dark, possesive Satoru. And just Satoru(he's a warning himself). No proof read, I'll do it later okay.

He used to hate it. The mark. Satoru used to hate it. The small moon mark of his soulmate, of you , because it was just below his mark.

The mark of suguru. His first soulmate, that he killed , and watched as suguru's body slowly became lifeless , Satoru's eyes watering but he refused to cry. He held him close , his lover , his bestfriend , the only one who saw him as satoru and not as strongest, slowly suguru's mark on Satoru's wrist started to wither away and then gone completely, before the weight of this could crash on him another mark formed below suguru's fading one.

He furrowed his brows, what was this?.......was the universe playing with him? Were they playing a cruel joke on him? Laughing down at strongest, by giving him another soulmate right after he killed his first one? He hated this mark , this moon mark. It was mocking him , laughing at his misery of loosing his soulmate and giving him another one.

He hate this, he hate everything, he hate himself for killing the only man he loved and for what? Humans? Oh how he so was gonna kill you, the one who's his second soulmate. Second. You think you can replace suguru?! He'll show you and the universe itself how devoted he is to suguru.

But he couldn't.

When he first saw you, shying a bit, in a meek voice asking him sweetly "um are you my soulmate?" As you shy away a bit. Maybe because he's beautiful, or maybe that's just your personality. But the thought of killing you never crossed him again after your encounter with him.

But what broke his heart when you showed him , his mark on you. Right bellow your collar bone. A white fish. Koi fish. His heart broke, because it's same as him, same mark of him that suguru had.

He never thought he'd love anyone else, not after suguru, he thought he'd be too depressed too unaware of everything, but you were an unexpected twist in his life. He thought of you more as a possession than a person. But can you blame him though? He's soo paranoid that you'll die too. And to make it worse? You're a non sorcerer.

You were practically born to be kept locked , to be safe and isolated. He couldn't save suguru, a special grade so he know he needs extra precautions to keep you safe. He can't let you know the world he live in , he can't let you know he's abnormal. And most importantly? He can't let you know you're second one and you'll always be.

You had your suspicions about him , he said he's a teacher, but only have a handful student, when you asked to visit his place he refuse. Lashed out even, you were scared, he's a man at the end, stronger than you , but he apologized, begged even. He so sweet ofcourse you'd forgive him , he's just a big baby to you. But then it grew, the suspicions, he used to stare at things as in off space and when you look where he's looking, there's nothing. You asked him "what is it? Is there's something?" He just shook his head and mumbled "spaced out".

You thought you were being paranoid, but he was just getting creepier and creepier , one night you woke up in the middle of your sleep, he was there , standing by your bedside , blue eyes shining in a pretty way? No. Scary. For the first time you thought he was scary.

"Satoru....? What are you doing in my house??"

".....I was missing you"

"but we just had lunch together in the morning?"

"Yeah......but i-..... I love you"

"I know, ......I love you more"

You said sighing a bit, sure he's kind of creepy but you're blind, blinded by his beauty, cute behaviour and the little tears that prick his eyes as he stands there. You can't understand him. But that's just live isn't it? You don't need to understand him to love him.

"Come here" you said patting the empty space next to you. He climbed in fast. You pecked his forehead and spooned him letting him cuddle not asking anymore questions but one.

"Wait...how did you get in here? I don't have a spare key."

"Uh....I kind of broke the window?"

"SATORU!"

It was fine for few months, amazing even. You don't mind him being possesive or obsessive as long as you have your freedom , infact it's all cute even. But then you had an accident, minor one, your knees and palm scrapped you told him, mostly in a joking way, but he was done , done with this all.

Next day you woke up chained , ankle in binds that connected to the wall , and it don't look new, it look like it was planned , you panicked a bit thinking you're kidnapped but then he walked in with food

"Satoru?"

You whispered almost confused, he just smiled. This was different, his smile wasn't adorable like you once thought, it wasn't the one that he gave on your lame jokes, it looks guilty, apologetic even.

"I'm sorry"

He said and you knew, it's his doing, you're smart. Naive? Maybe as you ignore all the signs, but smart enough to know it's all planned, planned for longer than you think.

"Why?"

You asked sitting on the bed, but something told you , you knew the answer.

"I can't loose you. After the accide-"

"It's nothing! I just scrapped my knee-"

"You never know! What if next time it's worse! What if you....you..."

He couldn't get the world's out, tears seeping through his sunglasses, that you never asked why he wore.

"come here"

Seems like this is the only thing you'd be saying from now one.

Things didn't changed but you did. He removed chains but kept you inside the house, you were fine with it. Sometimes questioning your sanity as to why are you fine with it , but you were. He bought everything you'd want. And you started something work from home. He was tamed, as long as you were inside the house, the moment you guys were out for a movie or anything, he was like a rabid dog. Feral even. So you preferred staying indoor. 'Good for me' you often thought, atleast you don't have to socialize.

He loves you so much. And you know that, you know if you scream he'll come running. And so he did. When you're scream came from the bathroom.

You rubbed your collarbone, trying to remove whatever it was , before Satoru can come in the bathroom from your scream, but you forgot he's fast. He busted through the door.

"What?! What happened?!"

He asked eyes panicked as if searching for danger but it was just you bent over a bit, to look in the mirror, you were rubbing, your collarbone??

"I didn't do anything! I don't what this is! I swear! I don't know I don't know"

you were panicking, he took long strides towards you

"hey hey it's alright I'm here I'm here, it's alright okay? Show me what it is , I'll fix it"

he said rubbing you arms. You nodded Removing your hands. Satoru's eyes widened, in shock? Surprise? No, it was horror. A mark had form below his soulmate mark. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and yes there it was. The same one. Your panicked face confronts into confusion "what is...." You don't know what to say, he put his wrist near you collarbone and yes it was same.

The black koi fish mark. On both of you. Suguru's mark

A/N: I took soooooooo long I know. I don't have motivation to write. Also if there's any grammatical mistakes do let me know, I don't have the energy to proof read I'll do it laterrrrrrr, love ya guys :)

[girlkisser13]

being married to suguru geto would include

• suguru is surprisingly domestic. he enjoys slow mornings with you, making tea while you read together, or just sitting in comfortable silence.

• he absentmindedly plays with your fingers when you’re sitting next to him, tracing patterns over your knuckles.

• he ALWAYS insists on washing your hair for you. it’s a quiet, intimate moment he cherishes, gently massaging your scalp while speaking softly.

• he’s a night owl, often reading or thinking deep into the night, but he’ll always curl up next to you before dawn, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

• suguru values peace in your shared home. it’s a space he cherishes, where he can let go of the weight of the world and just be with you. he’s particular about keeping it tranquil— warm lighting, soft cushions, the faint scent of incense or herbal tea always lingering in the air.

• he enjoys simple domestic routines with you— brewing tea, brushing his fingers through your hair as he listens to you talk about your day, folding laundry together while making idle conversation.

• baths together become a regular thing. not even for anything intimate— just the act of unwinding together, warm water easing the tension in his body as he leans against you, murmuring how much he loves you.

• you often catch him staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking— his gaze filled with something unreadable, something deep, something yours.

• he’s INCREDIBLELY neat, but if you’re messy, he doesn’t mind— it’s just another thing he quietly adjusts to, picking up after you without complaint.

• he has a habit of braiding your hair absentmindedly while you sit together, his fingers moving gently as he listens to you talk. if your hair is too short, he’ll still find a way to play with it.

• suguru isn’t overly verbal about his love, but he expresses it in ways that are undeniable.

• when you’re together, he’s always touching you in some way— his hand resting on the small of your back, his fingers brushing over your wrist, a lingering kiss on your temple before he leaves.

• he’s incredibly observant. he knows your tells— when you’re nervous, when you’re tired, when you need comfort but don’t want to ask for it.

• you’re the only one who gets to see his true smiles. the ones that aren’t just polite or calculating, but full of warmth and genuine happiness.

• he whispers "i love you" at the most unexpected times— when you’re drifting to sleep, when you’re laughing at something, when you’re completely lost in a book. it’s never overdone, but always meaningful.

• when he kisses you, it’s deep, slow, lingering. he always makes sure you feel it— that you know just how much you mean to him.

• suguru is a thinker. he loves deep, philosophical conversations, and he loves that you’re the one person who challenges his thoughts.

• if you disagree with him, he doesn’t dismiss you— he listens, really listens, his eyes dark with contemplation as he considers your words.

• late at night, when the world is quiet, he’ll talk to you about his dreams, his fears, his regrets. no one else gets to hear these things from him— only you.

• he has a sharp sense of humor that only comes out when he’s with you. dry, teasing remarks, playful sarcasm— it’s a side of him no one else gets to see.

• he memorizes every little thing about you— your favorite book, the way you take your tea, the small habits you don’t even notice yourself doing.

• suguru has a quiet but terrifying protectiveness over you. he doesn’t often show rage, but if anyone ever dared to hurt you, he would make sure they regretted it.

• if you’re ever even slightly uncomfortable around someone, he picks up on it instantly and handles the situation smoothly— but there’s always a dangerous undertone to his words.

• he can be overly cautious about your safety, especially if he has enemies. if he ever leaves for something dangerous, he always makes sure there’s a way for you to contact him.

• he never lets you walk alone at night. if he can’t be with you, he sends a curse to follow and protect you.

• you’re the only one who gets to see his moments of vulnerability. the times where he lets himself lean into you, letting you hold him when the weight of the world becomes too much.

• if you’re hurt, even if it’s just a scratch, his entire demeanor changes. he’s suddenly cold, serious, checking you over carefully as if he could heal you just by sheer force of will.

• suguru places deep meaning in symbols and traditions. your wedding bands are carefully chosen— something elegant, something meaningful, maybe engraved with a word or phrase only the two of you understand.

• he never takes his ring off. ever. if he has to for some reason, he keeps it on a chain around his neck.

• he keeps a small charm or trinket from you— maybe a bracelet you gave him, or a scrap of fabric from your clothing sewn into his sleeve. it’s always on him, hidden, but present. <33

[missyonmission]

cw: yandere themes

Is it wrong of me to want to be kidnapped by yandere!Suguru and act as his personal toy? He would be so condescendingly sweet to you. Real stockholm syndrome potential!

He would make you food and feed you because he needs to make sure you're well nourished and also he can't put a knife in your hand, who knows what you would try to do. "Say 'Ahh', little one. Such a good girl..."

He'd carry you anywhere and everywhere around his place because his little princess shouldn't tire herself out with such mundane things. What would he do if you tried running away? No, no! You belong with him, always, and he will make sure it stays like this.

Supervising and assisting your showers while spotting a nasty hard on in his pants. But it's just for your best. You're always so clumsy and he can't have you get cuts and razor burns while shaving your pretty little pussy. "C'mere , pretty. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, right?"

Chaining you up against his bedpost for cuddles which always end up in him rutting his dick between your ass cheeks while panting softly into your ear because you just feel so good, so soft, all his.

And you just lay there and let him do, eyes squeezing shut and breathing heavily as well, wondering since when you wished for him to just remove the thin layer of clothing separating the two of you and fuck you raw...

[sonarspace]

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♯ MULTI - HEADCANONS

touch ; just a fluff headcanon

valentine's day ; how they'd celebrate v-day with you.

taking care of you ; how they'd take care of you after a rough day

wishes ; morning b-day sex.

casual intimacy ; physical touch as a love language.

snip, snip, snip ; giving a trim to your boyfriend turns into something more

sharing ; in which geto shares his girlfriend.

no nut november ? ; no nut november or nut november. who knows..

all they want for christmas is you! ; the holidays are all about giving—and these men don’t hold back.

touch me, take me, kiss me ; where celebrating new year’s with your best friends turns into something much more intimate—one kiss at midnight isn’t nearly enough.

v-day with horny jjk men ; love isn’t the only thing they’re giving you tonight.

♯ ONE SHOTS / FICS

؛ ଓ SUKUNA RYOMĒN

whipped loverboy ; somehow, you’re the one person sukuna’s whipped for. he’d never admit it, but you know he’s all yours.

love sick king ; down bad sukuna

new throne ; sukuna lets you try out a new throne

holly, jolly, sinful ; where the krampus you feared is far from the monster in the stories, and santa isn’t the saint you thought he was.

؛ ଓ SUGURU GETO

needy ; geto’s craving all your attention, and he’s not stopping until he gets it.

twin xl ; a night that changes everything.

the last night ; spending a final night together, you and geto make every second count.

more than friends ; a shared brownie brings out old feelings, and after years apart, you and geto finally cross that line.

feral ; geto's not sure how you’ll react to his new haircut.

؛ ʚ FEM!GETO

bubbles ; in a steamy bubble bath, things heat up fast.

appointment ; in a waxer’s chair, you’re completely at her mercy, and she’s got you blushing from more than just the heat.

؛ ʚ BOXER!GETO

knockout kiss ; he’s got more than just a championship title on his mind.

batter & bruises ; the morning after.

؛ ଓ SATORU GOJO

teasin’ ; he can’t resist pushing your buttons, keeping you at the edge with every touch and word. he knows just how to play with you... until you beg for more.

when im down on my knees, you're how I pray ; your boyfriend gives you a good reason to stay home from work.

sweet syrup ; emotions are all over the place when fwb!gojo stands you up… for another girl?

study break ; being in the same class as him was bad enough; having him as the professor’s insufferably smug assistant made it worse.

blowout all the candles ; you made satoru gojo feel something he rarely ever did—normal, and undeniably special.

؛ ଓ KENTO NANAMI

deception ; bad dreams are just dreams after all.

rain, regrets, & redemption ; a rainy night brings nanami back, along with memories, missed chances, and a spark that refuses to fade.

؛ ଓ CHOSO KAMO

love cramp ; choso's addicted to you.

؛ ଓ TOJI FUSHIGURO

breaking point ; toji’s job was simple: watch, report, and move on but when the lines between his mission and his desires blur, he’s forced to confront a breaking point he never saw coming.

i’ma care for you, you, you ; what starts as a quiet attempt to keep toji sober on new year’s eve turns into something far more intimate—because for the first time in years, he’s found something worth staying sober for.

♯ DRABBLES / ASKS

؛ ଓ SUKUNA RYOMĒN

fluffy brain rot

smutty brain rot

nicknames

subby!sukuna

؛ ଓ SUGURU GETO

missed you

sleepy

sweet like sugar

birthday celebration

recharge

؛ ଓ SATORU GOJO

blindfold

forever more

warmth

taking care of you

clan leader!gojo

؛ ଓ KENTO NANAMI

waves of love

safeguard

coworker!nanami

؛ ଓ CHOSO KAMO

choso with glasses

؛ ଓ TOJI FUSHIGURO

empty ... send requests :D

؛ ଓ SHOKO IEIRI

boys suck and girls i've never tried

؛ ଓ YUKI TSUKUMO

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[luvvictoria]

Small Prob - Geto Sugru

+ pairings. geto suguru x f!reader

+ tags. Romance, eventual smut, unedited, kinda cringe, age gap (Geto 17/18, Reader 15/16), explicit content, mentions of pregnancy, smoking, my personal experience, turned into Geto x reader, not for the faint of heart 😭

+ a/n. Reblog with your favourite line ! It would help me very much to grow my account !! Thank you in advance <33

+ summary. A romance story about the complex relationship between Geto Suguru and the reader, delving into their deep connection, the challenges of their age difference, and the emotional consequences of their choices. The story touches on themes of growing up, love, and personal growth, while exploring the struggles of navigating a relationship during a turbulent time in life.

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Thursday had arrived, and as always, you were spending the night at Suguru Geto’s place.

He had been gone since 10 PM, leaving with Satoru to check on his car. But when the rain caught them off guard, instead of coming home, he ended up at Satoru’s place. By 11, you decided to join your cousin and his friends in their car for a while. When Suguru found out, he grew envious, insisting that you return or else he’d stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you alone.

Now, back at his apartment, you sat on the couch, wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top, a cigarette lazily resting between your fingers. The smoke curled into the dimly lit room as you exhaled, eyes drifting toward the clock. The sharp knocks on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You already knew who it was.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you unlocked the door. And there he stood—shirtless, his damp t-shirt slung over his shoulder, strands of dark hair clinging to his face.

You let out a sigh and turned back toward the couch, taking another slow drag of your cigarette as you munched on some chips. The irritation from earlier still lingered.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” you asked, not bothering to mask your annoyance.

Suguru shot you a dry look as he rummaged through his closet for fresh clothes. “It’s wet,” he grumbled, slipping into a pair of dry shorts but leaving his torso bare.

You watched him for a moment before putting out your cigarette in the ashtray and making your way toward the bed. Satoru’s antics aside, Suguru’s little tantrum still gnawed at you. You crawled under the covers, your body naturally gravitating toward him despite your frustration. He was lying on his back, arm draped over his eyes, exuding the silent brooding energy he always did when he was sulking.

You shifted closer, placing your hands on either side of his face before murmuring, “Kiss?”

Suguru cracked an eye open, but before he could answer, you leaned in, brushing your lips against his. Again, you whispered, “Kiss,” pressing another one, softer this time.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest before he cupped your face, tilting it up as he deepened the kiss. His lips moved against yours, slow and deliberate, savoring the moment.

But just as you started melting into him, he pulled away with a small sigh. “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he muttered, brushing his thumb over your cheek before rolling off the bed.

You watched as he grabbed his pack of cigarettes, lighting one up before sinking into the armchair across from you. The soft glow of his phone screen illuminated his face as he scrolled absentmindedly, lost in whatever held his attention more than you.

Feeling neglected, you sighed and turned away, scrolling through your own phone, the distance between you stretching in the silence.

Minutes passed before you heard the familiar sound of his cigarette being put out. The next thing you knew, the bed dipped behind you, and a warm hand slipped around your waist.

Suguru didn’t say anything as he gently turned you to face him. Propping himself up on one arm, he gazed down at you, his expression unreadable before he leaned in, capturing your lips once more. The kiss was slow, lingering—an unspoken apology wrapped in warmth and desire.

Then, without a word, he pulled back slightly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before murmuring, “Come here.”

He settled against the headboard, legs spread just enough as he tugged you onto his lap. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers tracing slow, teasing circles along your skin before sliding higher. Warm palms cupped your breasts, thumbs grazing over sensitive peaks, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. Your back arched instinctively, pressing into his touch as a shiver ran down your spine.

Suguru’s mouth found yours again, the kiss deeper this time—possessive, claiming. His hands roamed, fingertips mapping the curves of your body like he was relearning every inch of you. One hand trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts. A single, fluid motion had them sliding down your legs, pooling at your ankles.

And then—

He smirked against your lips. “Still mad at me?”

Your clothes slipped from your body like leaves carried away by an autumn breeze, leaving you bare before him. Suguru’s eyes roamed over you, taking in the sight he knew so intimately—the curves that fit against his own like they were made for him, the soft dips of your body that he had traced countless times. A familiar heat pooled in his gut as his arousal grew with every breath, every second that passed with you so exposed beneath him.

His fingers trembled slightly as he reached toward the bedside drawer, retrieving a condom. The foil packet glinted in the dim glow of the room, a silent promise of what was to come. His hands, usually so steady, shook just a little as he tore it open and rolled it onto himself, the sensation a stark reminder of the thin barrier between him and the one thing he craved most—you. But it was a necessary precaution, even if it only heightened the anticipation thrumming in his veins.

As you straddled him, legs wrapping around his waist, your hands found their place on his shoulders. Your body moved with ease, guiding him inside you. A sharp gasp escaped you both at the sensation, the overwhelming heat, the perfect way your bodies molded together. The rhythm came naturally, as if you had danced this dance in a thousand lifetimes before, and with each slow thrust, the pleasure built, a crescendo rising in a symphony of sighs and moans.

Suguru’s thoughts wavered between the intoxication of your body and a nagging feeling at the back of his mind—something was different. The condom felt looser, almost as if it wasn’t entirely secure. But in the haze of pleasure, he ignored the thought, too lost in the way you felt, the way you clung to him, the way your lips met his in a kiss that stole every rational thought from his mind.

With a firm grip on your waist, he flipped you effortlessly, pressing you into the mattress as he hovered over you. His dark eyes burned into yours, heavy with desire, with possession. He positioned himself again, teasing you just for a second before plunging back inside, swallowing your sharp gasp with a bruising kiss.

Your nails dug into his back, leaving behind crescent moons in his skin as he set a relentless pace. The sound of your bodies colliding echoed in the air, punctuated by soft cries and breathless moans. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach winding tighter, tighter—until it snapped, sending you spiraling into euphoria.

Your body clenched around him, drawing him deeper, and that was all it took. With a low, guttural groan, he followed, his own release crashing over him in a white-hot wave. His grip on your hips tightened as he rode out the aftershocks, his breath ragged against your skin.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, tangled in the remnants of passion, your bodies warm and slick against each other. Suguru’s lips found yours again, but this time, the kisses were slow, languid, a savoring of what had just happened.

And then—

He pulled away slightly, his brows furrowing. Something felt… wrong. A flicker of concern crossed his face as he glanced down.

“Uh, baby,” he murmured, attempting to sound calm, but the tightness in his voice betrayed him. His dark eyes met yours, uncertainty swimming in them.

You blinked, still coming down from the high, your body humming with warmth. “…What?”

Suguru inhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair before exhaling. “We have a small problem.”

Your stomach twisted at the sudden shift in his tone. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated before finally meeting your gaze again. “I think… my condom slipped off inside you.”

Time seemed to slow.

The weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating fog, chilling the warmth that had just filled the room. Your heart, once pounding from pleasure, now raced for an entirely different reason. The air grew heavier, thick with unspoken tension.

Your mind reeled, thoughts crashing into each other in chaotic disarray. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not like this.

Suguru watched the shift in your expression, the way your breath caught in your throat, the way your eyes widened slightly before a carefully constructed mask of control slid into place. His heart clenched. He hated seeing that look on your face.

“I—” You swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll go check.”

You sat up, the sheets pooling around your waist as you ran a hand through your hair. Then, without another word, you climbed out of bed, making your way toward the bathroom.

Suguru remained where he was, staring at the ceiling for a brief moment before he groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. He stood, making his way to the window, where he lit a cigarette with slightly shaky fingers. He needed to clear his mind.

In the bathroom, you exhaled slowly, willing yourself to remain calm. With careful fingers, you reached inside, searching. Your stomach dropped when you felt it—the thin, slick condom lodged deep within you.

You retrieved it with a careful tug, your breath catching as you turned it over in your palm. His release was still inside, glistening under the bathroom light. A wave of nausea rolled through you, but you swallowed it down.

The reality of what had happened was undeniable now.

You disposed of the condom, washing your hands with an almost mechanical precision. Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror, eyes shining with unshed tears, but you refused to let them fall.

Gathering yourself, you stepped out of the bathroom, the tension in your shoulders still heavy. Suguru was exactly where you expected him—leaning against the window, cigarette between his lips, lost in thought.

Silently, you crossed the room and stood beside him, mimicking his stance as you reached for your own cigarette. The lighter flicked, the small flame illuminating your face before you inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine dull the edge of your nerves.

For a long moment, the two of you stood in silence, the only sound the faint crackling of burning tobacco and the distant hum of the city outside.

Then, finally, you broke the quiet.

“What are we going to do?”

Your voice was soft, steady—but beneath it, there was a thread of uncertainty.

Suguru took a long drag before exhaling slowly, his gaze fixed on the dark sky. Then, he turned to you, his hand finding the small of your back as he rubbed slow, reassuring circles.

“I’ll talk to Satoru,” he murmured. “Get some money together by morning, and then… we’ll figure out a Plan B.”

You nodded, your fingers tightening slightly around your cigarette.

Suguru turned toward you fully then, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

“Everything will be okay, baby” he assured you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’ll sort this out. Together.”

And for now, that was enough.

[risuola]

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU — F. READER x GETO SUGURU, who agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend for the Christmas party with your family

Every single year your family tries to peak into your privacy, showering you with judgmental stares and questions about your love life. Why are you still single? You were sick and tired of it, so when your best friend, Suguru, told you that he’ll be staying at dorms during the Christmas, you asked him a favor.

cw: college!au, smut, fluffy, best friends to lovers, idiots in love — 3,1k words

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You had enough. Every year during Holidays, all of your family, no matter if it was your mom or the aunt that you had no idea existed up until the official dinner, pried into your business, asking countless questions about your love life. Why are you still single? Isn’t that a shame that such a pretty girl doesn’t have a boyfriend? Aaah, you’re gonna be too old to find a man if you’ll be so picky! All of which, of course, with ‘good intentions’. Totally not because they enjoyed picking at your life.

It escalated to the point that when the celebrative season began, your anxiety reached its peak. You had problems with sleeping, you were distant, you couldn’t focus and it was only a matter of time since you crumble.

“What’s going on, sweets?” Suguru, your best friend, asked. It wasn’t hard for him to notice how your behaviors changed lately, you were sharing a dorm for college and he knew you more than anyone else. For a week he wasn’t bringing up the topic, hoping you’ll tell him yourself but it got to the point that you were completely out of his reach, even though you were sitting right next to him.

“Sugu…” you whined, pulling yourself from your bed and dragging your feet towards his. “I don’t want to go for holidays to my home. They’re gonna ask me those stupid questions why I’m still single and pseudo-politely assault me any given minute for aiming to die alone…”

“Ah, right, your family can be intense,” the boy chuckled softly, putting down the gaming pad and wrapping his arms around your deflated form. “I’ll be staying here this year, so if you sneak out of your dinner, you can always find me in dorms.”

“You’re staying here? All alone?”

“Yeah, it’s better than riding back and forth to the other half of Japan,” he shrugged, smoothing your arm gently as if he’s trying to soothe your nerves along with the delicate touch of his palm. And it worked, Suguru has the incredible ability to make your heart warm. It flutters in your chest every time he’s close to you, and part of it is that you love him secretly for years now but it’s way safer to hide it than to make your relationship with him awkward.

“Maybe you’ll go with me? You could pretend to be my boyfriend,” you muttered against his shoulder. It came out quicker than you could think about it.

“Hmm, you want me to deal with your family?” You could feel his body gently vibrating as he chuckled softly.

“I mean, I know you love the dumplings my grandma makes and also you won’t be alone in here? Please, I can pay you even. My family loves you more than they love me,” you looked up at him.

“You don’t have to pay me, sweets,” he said after a moment. “I can go with you if that’s gonna save you the prying. And also for the dumplings of course.”

“I love you, Sugu,” you hugged him tightly.

I love you. These words falling from your lips were a dream to Geto and as much as he would love you to mean it the way he means it, he knows that you are not exactly thinking of him that way. You’re friends, just that, he always reminds himself, and yet sometimes he hopes, because if everything you feel towards him is just friendship, why would you look so deeply into his eyes from time to time, as if you were trying to find something in his very soul? Why would your lips press so tenderly to his cheek? And now, as he’s stuck with you in your family home, pretending to be your boyfriend, why does it feel so natural to him? Why does it come with such ease, to caress your hands, to kiss your temple and hold you so close to his chest that he can swear his own heart matched the rhythm of yours?

And what Suguru could also swear, is that every food taste much better when you feed it to him. He doesn’t exactly know what was the reason, but it was just a fact in his book. He felt himself melting underneath your touch every time your thumb would swipe against the corner of his mouth because the piece you wanted to give him was just too big and made a mess.

“Aww, aren’t you two just so adorable?” One of your aunts fake-gasped, watching you intensively as if she was suspecting something. From the moment you and Suguru stepped into your family home, everyone was just too attentive. Especially your parents, they knew how close you are with Geto and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to bring him as your boyfriend but you wouldn’t change it for anything. There was no one else you’d want to share the holiday spirit with and you were just happy to have him as your partner, even if only for few days. He was so sweet to you and deep inside you felt your heart breaking from despair that it could never be real.

“I know, right?” You replied, keeping Suguru’s hand in yours, stealing its warmth and you were yet to notice the absentminded shapes you were brushing onto his skin for the time being. “I told you all these years that I’m waiting for the right man, and it paid off to wait so long.”

“I’m honestly surprised, for some time we were all worried about you for staying alone forever. Who would give you a glass of water when you’re old and all by yourself?” The very same words you hear every time there’s any family gathering rang in your head a little louder that evening. It was all pretended, it was all fake. Suguru was your friend, you were still single. You were still lonely.

“Luckily, she doesn’t have to worry about it anymore,” Suguru spoke before you were able to gather the courage to reply. He could easily sense the tension that stiffened your shoulders, he could tell by the way your jaw flexed just slightly that what you were experiencing was making you uneasy. Sometimes you felt like he was able to read your mind but that was impossible. If he could peak inside your thoughts, he would know how special he is to your heart. How you’d give everything to be allowed to love him openly, to call him yours.

“We’re all so happy for you two,” the aunt clapped, like a monkey would in the circus and sometimes you felt like that was exactly what you were surrounded with. Just monkeys that repeat the same sentences over and over again, that routinely copy the same patterns and though the idea left a sour taste in your mouth, you were determined to push though the performance. At that moment, you were far from thinking what to tell your family later, when the show is over. That you broke up? Or maybe you’ll keep them believing that you and your best friend are indeed in love with each other? From your perspective, it wouldn’t be hard, because you are. Oh, you’re so in love, it hurt you to remember that he’s not.

It took few hours of torture, as you called it, before you were officially permitted to leave the gathering and go to your room to rest and sleep before the madness continues in the morning. Relieved that the day is finally over, you took Suguru upstairs and when the doors closed behind you, you exhaled deeply. You felt as if the weight that was sitting heavy on your shoulders for the entire duration of the day was just now dropping.

“Tired?” He asked, taking his hands off your back where he was keeping it on the way up and immediately you felt incomplete without the support of his warm palm on your body. The empty spot now felt cold. “You look quite distressed.”

“Sorry, Sugu,” you mumbled, wiping the corner of your eye. You wanted to cry, to burst out in tears. “I hated that day. Even more than usually.”

“Hey, sweets, what’s going on?” Geto was quick to cup your pretty face and make you look up to him. “Is it my fault?”

“Yeah. It kinda is,” you wept, as his thumbs smoothed the dampened skin underneath your eyes. Suguru couldn’t help but admire the way they sparkled underneath the harsh light of the led lamps in your room, but at the same time, it broke his heart to know it was his fault you were shedding tears. “But you didn’t do nothing wrong.”

“Then what is the reason?”

“I just…” you stopped yourself. You couldn’t tell him, it would mess up the friendship you spent so many years to build. You couldn’t tell him. “It’s just—”

“You can tell me everything, you know that, right?”

He meant it. As Suguru was looking into your eyes, he tried to search for an answer, for any hint that could help him understand what made you so sad. He hated to see you cry, it was what made his throat clench and if it was only possible, he would reach up and give you a star from heavens above, just to see you smile, to see your eyes sparkle so beautifully with happiness that he oh so loved on you. If he could, he would kiss the tears away, take all of your burdens onto his own shoulders. Ah, how much he would love to just kiss you.

“I just… I just wish that it could be real. That we could be real,” you said finally, so quietly it could be a whisper and your lids fell shut, covering the eyes that were too afraid to witness his reaction. Suguru was too shocked to react at first, and it’s the subtlest touch of your fingertips on top of his hands that brought him back to reality. The lack of response, the fear and shame pushed your head lower. “I’m sorry, I—”

What cut your words short was Geto’s lips that landed on yours and made the world stop. The kiss started off slow and gentle, in a way your lips were gently touching it bore the innocence of being the first. You leaned into him, desperate to not let it end, wrapping your arms around his neck as the passion was taking hold. You began to make your ways deeper as the kiss escalated, the tongues danced and swirled together and the breaths grew heavier. Suguru pulled you closer, pushing up against you, savoring the oh so sweet release of emotions that accumulated over the years. It was consuming both of you, for that very moment you didn’t care about anything else in the world, lost in the moment together with lips locked and hearts beating.

“I love you too,” he murmured against your lips, resting his forehead against yours. He was out of breath, already flushed with the blissful euphoria. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Why you never told me?” Your question fell out quieter than you intended to, all the voice got caught in your throat. It was overwhelming, the kiss still lingered over your mouth, the feelings washing over your body like a tidal wave.

“I was scared. I thought you see me as a friend and nothing more,” Suguru confessed.

“I love you for so long already,” you chuckled, pecking his lips again and again. “God, we’re idiots.”

“At least we’re a perfect match.”

“Bet we are,” it made you happy. You could feel all the tension coming off your shoulders. “The holidays aren’t so bad with you around. And I still have a gift for you.”

“You are the only gift I’d love to unwrap,” he joked, lowering his lips to spread few nips along the curve of your neck. “All I want for Christmas is you.”

“You can unwrap me, though I’m not sure how secure is the lock in these doors,” you purred, your lids closing just barely at the feeling of his breath across your skin. You felt him chuckling softly as he swooped you up and carried onto the bed.

“Let’s check.”

The single sized mattress was nearly too small for the two of you, but it turned out there was a lot of convenience in Suguru being above you. In the privacy of your covers, he was quick to take off your holiday sweater and the cute skirt you wore and you got rid of his shirt and pants – all of which you kicked off the bed, too busy with exploring his skin to even consider getting up and folding it neatly. His kisses burned, the traces of his fingers were set alight with lust and desire, you felt like if you wait any longer, you’re gonna explode.

“I dreamt about it for so long,” he murmured against your collarbone, pushing the strap of your bra off your shoulder gently, as if he was silently asking for permission, still scared to rush you into intimacy. You, on the other hand, wished for nothing more than his touch on you, you wanted to be held, to be caressed and kissed, you wanted his body and mind and soul.

“I dreamt of you,” you whispered, arching your back and undoing the bra. “You are everything I want, Suguru.”

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whimpered, lowering his head to caress the delicate skin of your chest. His touch was gentle and yet lined with intensity and passion, the desire he felt for you was palpable and the more you felt him, the more undone you became.

And then, the rest of fabric got lost underneath the sheets as his body settled between your legs. You felt his length running up and down between your folds, the slick covering him to ease his way into you. His name slipped over your tongue once he was fully in and your arms reached around his shoulders to keep him as close as possible. Suguru felt lightheaded, completely drunk in the feeling of you as he dragged his hips back only to thrust them forward again. And again. More and more, and more.

The two of you were lost in the moment, completely and so entirely lost. You were in your own world, your own space and nothing around you mattered. There was only him and you, only this feeling and you wanted nothing else, just him. He made your heartbeat rush, your legs tremble and your breath catch up in your throat as you tried to suppress the sounds by kissing his lips, his shoulders and neck. Suguru was making everything inside you come alive, as if your entire world was made of him and only him. Oh, you were so in love with him.

The cheap lights you had hanging on the wall reflected its lights in Geto’s eyes and you swore you could get lost in the golden hues of it, the cold glow of leds somehow did nothing to the warmth you felt from the boy above you. You allowed your hand to cup his cheek, exploring the ups and downs of his beautiful face, your thumb smoothing over the flushed cheeks and swollen lips. His long, luscious hair were tickling the side of your neck whenever he dived down to kiss your skin.

It was so quiet, so hushed and though you wished to scream his name out loud, you opted for whispers that carried on top of your breath were only for his ears to hear. Each time he moved, the wet sound escaped the covers, along with muffled whimpers and gasped out love confessions and praises.

“I’m so close,” Suguru breathed out, the feeling of your velvety walls tightening around him made him lose his mind, it felt divine and yet he knew he should pull out.

“Me too,” you whimpered against his throat, kissing and nipping on his skin, not at all bothered about the marks you’re gonna leave on him. Your breaths became faster, shallow as you struggled to stay present in the moment. Your mind was long gone in the land of pleasure, the sway of Suguru’s hips rid you completely of any coherence, the intensity of him twitching and flexing inside of you, time after time abusing the sweetest of spots within you. It was all too much and yet too little, you wished for this to never end.

“Let go, sweets, don’t hold it,” he purred near your ear, biting on it just slightly before his lips pressed to the side of your temple and down your face. “Cum for me and I’m gonna pull ou—”

“No, no¸ please,” you pleaded. “I’m on the pill, don’t pull out.”

“You sure?”

The nod of your head was all he needed as he picked up the pace just sweetly enough. He brought you to the edge and pushed you over it in a matter of few breaths, you were becoming undone underneath him, holding tightly onto his muscled shoulders and digging your nails into the skin there. Suguru felt himself lost in the moment, he let the hot feelings wash over him as he continued to thrust into you with yet a little more strength. The soft squeaks of your bed joined the melody of love that you played he could tell the heat in the room rose almost unbearably but that only seemed to stoke the fire within him. A smile crept onto his lips to the sight of your body squirming with pleasure as his fingers roamed along it, exploring and discovering the sensitive spots. And then, his high kicked in.

Geto never felt anything like this, the act of fucking his own hand, hidden in the bathroom he shares with you in the dorms could never compare to what he was experiencing right now. With you. It was hot, it was so overwhelmingly hot he felt that inside his veins now there was lava rushing instead of blood. His breath was coming fast as his body was getting beyond its breaking point. His mind and flesh got consumed with the passion you just shared.

Your back arched, your chest pressed against his own as the second wave of pleasure washed over you. You threw your head back, crying out his name dangerously loud, making him cover your lips with his large palm. It felt so right, so warm, so blissful.

“I love you,” Suguru whispered, dragging his hips back and forth sloppily few more times, riding the highs out slowly and once he took the hand off your lips, you breathed out the same, wrapping yourself around him, savoring the intimacy.

I love you, are the words Geto wished for many years to mean the same thing to you that they mean to him. Now they were and finally, he felt like he can breathe freely.

[vyalk]

Going to save his boyfriend

[everythingseasoning]

Sending them a photo of the cat you impulsively brought home rescued

JJK SMAU part 1 ft: the one and only Suguru Geto (only him for this part, as it's somewhat long!)

Part 2 HERE! ft: Satoru, Nanami, Choso, Shoko

Part 3 HERE! ft: Yuuji (sfw, reader and Yuuji are friends), Megumi (sfw, also with reader as a friend), Yuuta, Maki (sfw, reader as friend)

warnings & tags: don’t adopt pets without proper research and preparation first, unless the situation calls for rescue. seriousness & humor & hint of grief & fluff & suggestiveness. // I try to make them in character, not OOC, out of personal preference. However, this AU Geto never defected :) thanks to reader… fyi: for some people this particular smau might be a little too oc for your taste // swearing // 3 legged cat <3 // mentions of animal euthanasia // longer smau per character, more so than usual! // minors & ageless blogs please do not interact with this post

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the delusion is strong here…

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Part 2 and 3 linked above! ft: Satoru, Nanami, Choso, Shoko, Yuuji SFW, Megumi SFW, Yuuta, Maki SFW (it’s less cringe in pt 2, as I become cringe & free when it comes to Geto)

After I read the JJK manga I might include Takuma Ino, Hiromi Higuruma, Shiu, Yaga, Todo, Mechamaru (sfw), Junpei (sfw), Toji, others who catch my attention (maybe).

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[mymeloreads]

hi im thinking about being suguru's sweet gf that he shares with satoru 😔😔😔😔

[naammiii]

Geto……phone sex……Geto and phone sex…….

[baptizedinbloodd]

ʚ which one is your favorite? ɞ

[planeteroticaaa]

— GET YOU

(part of erotica’s and lovae’s valentines special💋)

suguru geto who woke you up by littering kisses all over your face. you laughed, jokingly pushing on his forehead to get him away from you, but instead he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles. “happy valentine’s day, my love,” he whispered to you, kissing your lips. “suguru! i probably have morning breath!” you whined, trying to push him away from you again. “you know i don’t care about that, y/n,” he chuckled softly, the warm smile on his face triggering one on yours. you laughed with him, entangling your fingers in his long black hair and propping yourself on your elbows to press your lips against his again.

“where did you run off to so early in the morning?” you asked, finally taking notice of the fact he had on clothes, shoes, and your favorite cologne of his soaked onto his clothes and skin as you watched him sit on the edge of the bed with his back facing you. “well, i had to give my beautiful girlfriend the best for our first valentine’s day today,” he leaned down, reaching for something beneath him. you playfully rolled your eyes and though he didn’t see it, he heard it in your voice when you teased him for being so cheesy.

“don’t pretend you don’t like it when i say stuff like that,” he glanced over his shoulder to look at you, a stupid smirk on his face, eyebrow raised as you jokingly slapped his shoulder. “happy valentine’s day, love,” suguru turned around holding a big, pretty bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand and hot homemade breakfast in the other. “suguruuuu!” you were in awe, tears almost stinging your eyes as you smiled at him. of the boyfriends you had in your lifetime, nobody treated you like he did in such a short period of time, everyday making sure you knew he loved him in little ways, but this made it clear to you that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with this man.

“i know it may not seem like much right now, but trust me when i say you have a long day ahead of you, baby,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously once you took the flowers. “no, it’s perfect! i just wish i had a vase as pretty as the flowers,”you looked around the room, but once you face him again, he had one in hand as if he planned for this exact moment. “i knew you’d say that,” he chuckled. you grabbed the vase and quickly started placing the flowers in it, watching how pretty they spread out at the end.

your smile never left your face as you put it on your bed side. he waited until you turned back around and looked at him to kiss you again. “i don’t know if you noticed, but i made your favorite,” he said, his breath fanning your face from your lips being only inches away from each other. “yeah, i noticed,” you chuckled, smiling into the kiss you pulled him back into, hand placed on his cheek. though the breakfast he made for you was quickly forgotten when he climbed on top of you and started kissing down your neck.

"o-oh...shitt—" you gasped at the feeling of suguru tongue drag from your ass down to your sensitive clit. you learned a long time ago this man didn't care. he was you on all fours, back arched and face in your pillow as he ate you from the back. he paid full attention to the sound you made like he typically did as he licked and sucked at your clit, his nose brushing against your pussy while his thumb teased your hole. the pad of his finger rubbed up and down your glistening slit then dragged to the side, pulling your pussy lips to the side to which your cunt spasmed around nothing. he was such a tease.

your eyebrows furrowed, biting down on your bottom lip, his strong hands on your hips and trying to pull you even closer to him so that your pretty pussy would in his face, juices dripping down his chin when he finally gave your hole some much needed attention. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit as he licked you up and down, sometimes pushing his tongue inside to feel, tease, and lightly stretch your tight gummy walls that knew what was coming next would be even better from the way they squeezed around his wet muscle.

he continued to switched back and forth between tongue fucking you and licking as your pretty folds, to sucking, tugging, and pressing his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves. he was making you feel so good you hadn't even noticed the way you were desperately backing your ass against him more, the tip of his nose prodding at the entrance of your hole. or when your hand went behind you to push his face deeper into your pussy, fingers gripping tightly as his black locks of hair. fuck, he was always so skilled with his tongue.

his fingers were just as skilled—pumping in and out of your soaking wet hole, your slick coating his nose and chin, dripping down his wrist as he twisted his digits inside you. he curled them—feeling at your walls for that particular spot he knew would make your eyes roll back and legs shake uncontrollable and when you did find it, he pressed his fingers onto it with each thrust.

"suguru! f-fuckkk!" you screamed, moaning even louder when he went from 2 fingers inside your to 3. you gripped the bed sheets beneath you, gasping from the feeling of your pussy squeezing his fingers to the point where you could feel every detail of his digits and it was driving you closer and closer to cumming all over him. with his mouth on your clit and 3 fingers in your pussy, he moved his other hand that was tightly gripping your hips to having his thumb in your ass.

your fingers gripped his hair even tighter, your hand moving from gripping the sheets to pinching at your hard nipples to stimulate yourself even further. you were about to cum, your eyes in the back of your head, pussy squelching loudly each time his fingers reached deeper in your hole all while keeping his thumb still inside you. "yes! j-just like that, fuckkkk 'm cumming suguru!" you cried out, body falling deep into the mattress as an attempt to get away from him when he started to overstimulate your sensitive pussy with his fingers and very sensitive clit with his mouth.

he took his thumb out your ass, slapping it right after as he followed you down, not moving his mouth away from you for his fingers from inside your tight walls as you creamed all over his fingers. "f-fuck!" you screamed, legs shaking when you pushed his face away from you. you were breathing heavily as you looked back at him, his face covered in your juices and he just licked his lips and smirked at you. "can you sit on my face next?"

i just know he’s fucking nasty with it🤭

[missyonmission]

Everyone's talking about boyfriend's best friend!Gojo. But has anyone ever thought about boyfriend's best friend!Geto?

Satoru would be the most needy, loving, doting boyfriend ever! Completely oblivious to his best friend crushing on his girlfriend. He never fights against you during training, afraid to actually hurt you because you're just so fragile to him. He always clings to you, always has to have at least one hand against your skin, needing to feel you. Placing wet, loud smooches on your face whenever he feels like it. Buying you lunch, feeding you with snacks and tying up your shoelaces. So cute!

And poor Suguru can only watch from the sidelines. His proud personality would forbid him from ever admitting to liking you like that, the girlfriend of his best friend. He would get increasingly frustrated, leaving snarky comments about your show of public affection and hiding his feelings behind an eye roll and a click of his tongue.

Still... Suguru will use any chance he has to get you alone. Satoru is not training physical combat with you? Of course, he would help you. Even if he acts annoyed. Smoking one behind the school building? Of course, he will come with you. Even though he chides you for implementing bad habits. Satoru is out to meet with the elders? Of course, you can stay the night in his room while anxiously waiting for your boyfriend to return. Even if he can't help but grumble about the lack of space in his bed when you cling to him.

[sonarspace]

heloo :)

Just thought of sending an ask bc I saw your post begging for one T^T Also bc my friend encouraged me to be braver and just ask/reblog when I want to

May I request for a teeth-rotting fluffy morning with Geto? Fem!Reader pls. Cuddly morning sex 🥺 (it's okay if you don't want to!)

I hope you have a nice day, and that your studies go smoothly! And I'm sorry if I wasted your time 😞

~🌸

SWEET LIKE SUGAR

wc: ~ 900 warnings: nsfw! sex. (cuddle position?). nicknames. breeding kink if you squint. established relationship. a/n: begginggjdjfdjfj is sending me. thank you sweetie, hope you have a wonderful week! (dunno if i love how this turned out or hate it) i hope you like this my cherry blossom :D

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his fingers trace the sunlight hitting your body through the slightly opened window. you're laying on your side. you hum as you feel a kiss on your thigh. the kisses move higher towards your hip and onto your waist. your tank moves up as he pulls you to lay you on your back. his hands move to your thighs pulling them apart to fit himself in between. usually he would go back to sleep under your shirt feeling sheltered by the warmth of your skin. but this time he leaves kisses all over your stomach. a small bite on your hip which he then soothes with his tongue.

"suguru," you whisper softly. he smiles at you from his position on your stomach. "good morning sleepyhead," he comes up to leave a kiss on your cheeks. his lips soft against your skin. his hand holds your face. "how'd you sleep sugar?". his gaze flitting between your lips and your eyes. "really good, what about you?," you ask as you place a hand on his chest, moving it to his shoulder. "i dreamt of us," his lips hovered over yours. "what were we doing?" you murmur. his thumbs traces your lips and your heart picks up a beat. "can i show you?" he asks shyly. you nod. he kisses your upper lip, then your lower lip. his fingers dancing on your ribs as he kisses you fully. his tongue pokes at your lips asking for silent permission to be let in. you part your lips. his tongue traces yours. he whimpers. he sucks your tongue into his mouth. your hand moves into his hair. tugging at his roots. pulling him closer. your chest flushed against his chest. pelvis pressing to yours. you can feel his hardening cock poke at your thigh so you reach down and pull off his shorts. he groans into your mouth.

he pulls back. looking down at how you're stroking his cock. you gather his pre cum onto your thumb and bring it up to your mouth. looking into his eyes, you suck it slowly and your eyes roll back as you taste him. he hisses like he can feel your lips wrapped around his cock. as soon as you pop your thumb out, his mouth is onto yours. kissing hard. taking away your breath. it's all teeth. he pushes your tank above your boobs and into your mouth. "stay like this for me," he says pulling your chin down to look at him as he gets between your thighs. he kisses your pussy over your panties. his tongue presses down onto where your clit is and you bite down on the shirt between your lips at the pleasure you feel. his eyes on you the entire time. his tongue moves down to your entrance, poking into your panties harder to reach closer. your eyes shut and your hips buck up into his mouth. you sit up on your elbows tugging him up towards you "please. god. just fuck me," you cry.

"god? is that what you're calling me now?" he smirks. "suguru," you whine. he lays beside you. wrapping his arms around pulling you closer to him. your facing each other as his hand goes down to your leg pulling it over his hip. he pushes your panties to the side lining his tip to your opening and pushes in slowly. you hiss at the blissful pleasure. "this." he breathes. "this is what we were doing." he can't take his eyes off of you. he wished he could live in this moment forever. pleasuring you.

you both gasp, struggling to catch your breath as he went on. your head tips back when he pulls out and pushes in fully. he takes the opportunity to leave kisses over your throat and sucks a hickey at the dip between collarbones. his hand moved under your top to cup your boobs. "dreamer boy," you pant. "look at me," he groans. your foreheads touching. his hand goes under your arm to hug you closer. "you're so perfect for me," he purrs at your ear. "how does it feel?" he asks leaning back looking into your eyes. "feels good sugu. so good." his hand moves between you. his finger rubs at your nub. "fuck, baby please," you choke. "shhh sweet girl. don't worry. gonna give you everything you need, i promise." he kisses your forehead.

his finger on your clit starts moving faster trying to get you to reach your high. "cum for me sugar," he whines. he kisses you again. swallowing your moans. you breathe heavily as you get closer to your orgasm. that tightening coil in your stomach finally erupts and you cum with a loud cry of his name. your head moves under his chin. your breath hitting his throat. "fuck baby, you're clenching so much," he croaks. you peck his adam's apple. with one more deep thrust he fills you up. with ropes and ropes of his seed. his hand moves over to your stomach. pressing slightly. "gonna marry the fuck out of you and knock you up one day, if you're down for it," he whispers pushing back the hair blowing on your face from the breeze outside. "i'd love that," you smile against his lips.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

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[luvvictoria]

Blood-Stained Bonds

+ pairings. suguru geto x f!reader/satoru gojo x f!reader

+ tags. romance, heavy (?) angst, cheating, betrayal, dark romance themes, love triangle (more like a square), secrets and lies, eventual smut

+ status.on-going

+ official playlist.by victo

+ materialist ; prev. part ; next part

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+ summary. Haibara’s shocking arrest for drug dealing sends ripples through the group, exposing cracks in their friendships and raising suspicions about Suguru’s involvement. [Name] begins to uncover the extent of Suguru’s lies with the help of Utahime and Satoru. As more truths surface, including Suguru’s cheating with Shoko and his possible ties to Sukuna’s shady dealings, [Name] is forced to confront the painful reality of who Suguru has become.

The news of Haibara’s arrest hit their circle like a bombshell. It wasn’t just the shock of seeing the always-laughing, always-lighthearted Yo Haibara in handcuffs — it was the undercurrent of betrayal that came with it. The grainy footage of him being led into a police car played on a loop in [Name]’s mind, the image refusing to let go.

She sat at her kitchen table, the hum of the fridge the only sound in the room. Her phone lay in front of her, the screen still glowing from the news article she’d read over and over. The charges against Haibara were stark and unforgiving: drug possession with intent to distribute. Each word felt like a blow.

“Yo,” she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. “How did it come to this?”

Her hands shook as she reached for her coffee mug, the liquid inside now cold. Beneath the initial sadness, there was something darker — a gnawing suspicion that Suguru wasn’t as uninvolved as he’d always claimed to be. Memories bubbled up: the way Suguru had laughed off questions about Haibara’s odd comings and goings, the cryptic comments about "connections" that didn’t make sense at the time.

She hadn’t spoken to Suguru since their breakup, and she didn’t plan to. But his shadow loomed over everything, especially now. His charm, his magnetic presence — it was all a carefully constructed illusion, and Haibara’s arrest was just another crack in the facade.

The next day, the group met at their usual spot in the park, but the energy was anything but usual. The air was heavy with tension, the kind that made your chest ache just by being near it. Satoru stood leaning against a tree, his sunglasses perched low on his nose. His arms were crossed, and his jaw was set in a way that made it clear he was barely keeping his frustration in check.

Utahime sat on the bench, her back stiff and her expression hard. Her usual warmth was gone, replaced with something colder — anger. [Name] took the seat beside her, clutching her phone in her lap, its screen now dark. They were the only three who showed up. Riko had sent a brief message saying she needed space, and Shoko... well, Shoko had disappeared entirely since the fallout.

For a while, no one said anything. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the distant sounds of children playing and the occasional rustle of leaves.

“Do you think Haibara... was actually dealing?” Utahime’s voice broke the quiet, her tone carefully measured.

[Name] flinched at the question. Hearing it said aloud made everything feel more real, more damning.

Satoru uncrossed his arms but didn’t look up. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice low. “But if he was, he didn’t do it alone.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and ominous. [Name] turned to look at him, her stomach twisting in knots. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Satoru hesitated, his blue eyes narrowing behind his sunglasses. For a moment, he looked like he was debating whether or not to say more. Then he sighed and pushed his glasses up onto his head, meeting [Name]’s gaze directly.

“Just... be careful who you trust,” he said finally, his voice quiet but firm.

The cryptic warning made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Utahime wasn’t having it. She leaned forward, her arms resting on her knees, her eyes boring into Satoru.

“You’re talking about Suguru, aren’t you?” she demanded.

Satoru didn’t answer immediately. He looked away, his jaw tightening. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to,” Utahime snapped. Her tone was sharper now, her anger bubbling to the surface. “You know something, don’t you?”

[Name] felt her throat tighten. “If you know something about Suguru— about Haibara — you need to tell us,” she said, her voice shaking. “This isn’t the time to stay quiet!”

Satoru rubbed the back of his neck, clearly torn. “Look, I don’t have proof,” he said finally. “But Yo didn’t just wake up one day and decide to start dealing. Someone pulled him into it, and I think Suguru knows more than he’s letting on.”

The words hit [Name] like a punch to the gut. She stared at Satoru, her mind racing. She didn’t want to believe it. She wanted to hold onto the version of Suguru she used to know — the one who had once been her everything. But deep down, a part of her knew that version of him was gone.

Utahime scoffed, shaking her head. “Of course he’s involved,” she muttered. “Why else would he be so calm about all of this? He always acts like nothing touches him.”

[Name] felt tears prick at her eyes, but she blinked them away. “I just... I don’t understand. How could he let this happen? How could he let Haibara get caught up in something like this?”

Satoru’s expression softened, but there was a hardness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “Because Suguru only cares about Suguru,” he said quietly. “And the rest of us? We’re just collateral damage.”

The words were like a dagger to the heart, and [Name] couldn’t stop the tears this time. She wiped at her face angrily, hating herself for still feeling anything for Suguru, for still wanting to believe he could change.

“Yo didn’t deserve this,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “None of us did.”

Satoru stepped closer, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. “No, we didn’t,” he said softly. “But it’s not on you to fix it, [Name]. This isn’t your burden to carry.”

She looked up at him, his face blurred through her tears, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe she couldn’t fix the broken pieces of their group, but she didn’t have to face the fallout alone.

That evening, [Name] sat curled up on Utahime’s couch, a blanket draped over her legs. The warm glow of the floor lamp softened the room, but it couldn’t ease the tension that hung between them. They had been talking for hours, their voices rising and falling like waves, breaking against the silence as they vented about everything — from Shoko’s betrayal to Haibara’s arrest to the suffocating weight of Suguru’s secrets.

Utahime sat across from her, legs tucked beneath her, a cup of untouched tea in her hands. She hadn’t taken a sip since pouring it. Instead, she stared into the cup, her brows knit in deep thought. The frustration in her eyes mirrored the storm in [Name]’s chest.

“Something doesn’t add up,” Utahime said suddenly, her voice cutting through the quiet. She set the cup down on the coffee table with a soft clink and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. “Shoko... she was acting weird that night at Mei Mei’s party. Remember? She kept looking over her shoulder, like she was waiting for someone. And Suguru? Don’t even get me started. He’s been dodging questions left and right.”

[Name] hugged the blanket tighter around herself, her nails digging into her palms. Her chest felt heavy, a mix of anger and sadness twisting in her gut. “I don’t want to think about him anymore,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “But it’s like everything — every piece of this mess — leads back to him.”

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Utahime reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, her grip firm but comforting. “[Name],” she said gently, her voice softer now. “I know it’s hard. You’ve been through so much, more than anyone should have to. But maybe it’s time to face it. You deserve the truth, even if it hurts.”

[Name] blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears threatening to spill over again. She looked up at Utahime, her friend’s determined expression breaking through the walls she had been trying so hard to keep up. “I don’t even know if I can handle the truth,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “What if it’s worse than I think? What if... what if everything I thought I knew about him was a lie?”

Utahime gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Then you’ll face it. And you won’t be alone. I’m here, Riko’s here... even Satoru, in his weird, cryptic way, cares about you more than he’ll ever admit. You’ve got people who love you, [Name]. Don’t forget that.”

The tears came in that moment, slow and silent at first, then falling faster as her shoulders shook. “I just don’t understand,” she choked out. “I gave him everything. I tried so hard to hold on, to make it work, even when I knew he was slipping away. And for what? For him to betray me like this with my friend ?”

Utahime slid closer, pulling her into a tight hug. “You loved him,” she said softly. “And that’s not a weakness, no matter how much it hurts now. But love isn’t supposed to break you, [Name]. It’s supposed to make you stronger, make you better. He didn’t deserve you, and deep down, I think you know that.”

They sat like that for a long time, the only sound the quiet hum of the radiator and [Name]’s muffled sobs. When she finally pulled away, her face was blotchy, and her eyes were swollen, but there was a spark of resolve in them that hadn’t been there before.

“You’re right,” she said, her voice still shaky but laced with determination. “I need the truth. Even if it hurts. I can’t keep living in this... this limbo.”

Utahime smiled, a flicker of pride lighting her features. “Good. Because you deserve so much better than this, [Name]. And whatever happens, we’ll get through it together.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, [Name] felt a sliver of hope. It was fragile, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to hold onto.

When [Name] returned to her apartment, the emptiness felt heavier than usual. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the dimly lit space. She dropped her bag by the door and let out a long sigh, the weight of the evening pressing down on her shoulders. Her mind was still swirling with everything Utahime had said, the fragments of truth she was too afraid to piece together fully.

As she sank onto the couch, her phone buzzed. The screen lit up, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name.

Satoru: You okay?

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, uncertainty knotting in her chest. She thought about lying — saying she was fine, brushing him off like she had done with so many others — but the truth clawed at her throat, demanding to be heard. Finally, she began typing.

[Name]: Not really. Can we talk, please?

She hit send and stared at the screen, waiting. The seconds stretched into an eternity before the familiar three dots appeared, signaling his reply.

Satoru: Of course. You home?

Her throat tightened at the simple question. He always had a way of making her feel seen, even in the smallest gestures. She typed back quickly.

[Name]: Yeah. Can you come over?

There was no hesitation in his response.

Satoru: Be there in 10.

She set her phone down and glanced around the room, suddenly self-conscious of the scattered papers and empty coffee mug on the table. With a shaky breath, she began tidying up, though her movements felt mechanical, her mind elsewhere. Why had she asked him to come over? What did she even want to say?

By the time a knock sounded at the door, her heart was pounding. She wiped her hands on her jeans and crossed the room, pausing for a moment before opening the door.

Satoru stood there, his usual confident demeanor softened by concern. His silver-white hair glinted under the hallway light, and his blue eyes searched hers. He held up some bags of snacks in one hand and a drink in the other.

“Figured you could use these,” he said with a small smile.

She couldn’t help but laugh, a weak, broken sound, but it was enough to make the corners of his mouth twitch upward. “Thanks,” she murmured, stepping aside to let him in.

As he walked past her, the familiar scent of his cologne filled the room — a mix of cedar and something sweet, like vanilla. It was comforting, grounding. He set the snacks on the table and turned to face her, his expression serious.

“Okay,” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the edge of the couch. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

The question opened a floodgate she hadn’t realized was there. She sank onto the couch, her hands trembling as she clutched at the hem of her sweater. “It’s everything,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “Haibara’s arrest, Suguru, Shoko... it’s like everything I thought I knew is falling apart.”

Satoru sat beside her, his gaze unwavering. “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know. Whatever it is, I’m here.”

His words broke something in her, naking her soft. Tears welled up, spilling over as she shook her head. “I feel so stupid,” she choked out. “I gave him everything, Satoru. I loved him, and he... he lied to me. Over and over again.”

“You’re not stupid,” he said firmly, his voice low but steady. “You trusted him. That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

She looked at him then, her tear-filled eyes searching his face. “Why does it hurt so much?” she whispered. “Why does it feel like I’ll never be okay again?”

Satoru hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking her hand. His touch was warm, grounding. “Because you’re human,” he said softly. “And because you cared. But you’re stronger than this pain, [Name]. I know you are.”

The sincerity in his voice made her chest ache. She wanted to believe him, to hold onto the hope he was offering, but the wounds felt too fresh, too deep. Still, as he sat there beside her, his hand in hers, she felt a flicker of something she hadn’t felt in days—comfort.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Satoru broke the silence, his voice unusually low and serious. “Yo said something before he got taken.”

[Name]'s gaze snapped up to meet his. “What did he say?”

Satoru hesitated, his fingers tightening around his mug. “‘Be careful who you trust. You already know who did this.’”

The pit in [Name]’s stomach deepened, a cold dread settling in her chest. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. “You think... Suguru?”

Satoru let out a bitter laugh, leaning back in his chair and rubbing a hand over his face. “I don’t think,” he said, his tone sharper now. “I know.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “What do you mean? How can you be sure?”

He exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. “Yo trusted Suguru. He gave him money to keep safe — money that disappeared right before Yo got arrested. And Suguru... he’s been acting off. Covering his tracks, making sure no one digs too deep into what he’s been doing.”

[Name] felt her hands trembling in her lap. She clenched them into fists, trying to ground herself. “But why would he... why would he throw Yo under the bus like that?”

“Because Suguru only cares about one thing — himself,” Satoru said bitterly. “He’s always been good at pretending to be the perfect friend, the perfect guy. But when it comes down to it, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect his own ass.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut. She had spent so long defending Suguru, convincing herself that the good she had seen in him outweighed the bad. But now, piece by piece, the façade was crumbling, leaving behind a version of him she barely recognized.

“You knew,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

Satoru’s eyes softened, and for a moment, the weight of his guilt was almost unbearable to look at. “I suspected,” he admitted. “But I didn’t want to believe it. I thought... I thought I could handle it, keep it from affecting anyone else. But then Yo... and then you...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I should’ve said something sooner. I’m sorry.”

The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over for the nth tme today. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. “I trusted him, Satoru. I loved him. How could he do this?”

Satoru reached across the couch, his hand closing over hers. His grip was firm, steady, as if he was trying to anchor her in the storm of emotions swirling inside her. ���Because he’s not who you thought he was,” he said quietly. “But that’s not your fault. You’re not the one who lied, or manipulated, or betrayed people who cared about you. That’s on him.”

She stared at their joined hands, her vision blurred by tears. The warmth of his touch was a small comfort, but it couldn’t drown out the pain clawing at her chest. “I feel so stupid,” she whispered. “For not seeing it sooner.”

“You’re not stupid,” Satoru said firmly. “You saw the good in him because you wanted to believe in him. That’s not a weakness — it’s just who you are. And it’s why he doesn’t deserve you.”

His words were a balm to her broken heart, but they also left her feeling raw and exposed. She had spent so long trying to piece together the cracks in her relationship with Suguru, only to realize that the foundation had been rotting all along. Now, all she could do was pick up the pieces of herself and try to move forward.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “For being here.”

Satoru smiled, a faint, tired curve of his lips. “Always.”

For the first time that night, she allowed herself to believe him.

The next day, [Name] and Utahime stood side by side outside Suguru’s apartment, their shared determination a fragile shield against the storm that awaited inside. Utahime had spent the night meticulously compiling every piece of evidence — photos, screenshots of messages, time-stamped receipts. Her anger was a wildfire, barely contained, while [Name] carried a quieter, heavier pain, like a wound too deep to heal.

When Suguru opened the door, his expression flickered with surprise and then irritation. “What are you two doing here?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe with forced nonchalance.

“Let’s not play games, Suguru,” Utahime said, stepping past him into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. “We’re here to talk. Or, more accurately, to show you exactly what kind of person you really are.”

[Name] followed in silence, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might shatter her ribcage. She had rehearsed this moment in her head a hundred times, but now that it was here, the words felt lodged in her throat.

Suguru closed the door with a sigh, his eyes narrowing. “What’s this about?” he asked, his voice laced with irritation.

Utahime didn’t waste a second. She dropped a folder onto the coffee table, its contents spilling out: photos of him and Shoko together, text messages exchanged late at night, and receipts that painted a picture Suguru couldn’t deny.

“What is this?” he scoffed, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease.

“This,” Utahime snapped, her voice shaking with fury, “is the truth. The truth about you and Shoko. The lies you’ve been feeding [Name]. The image you’ve worked so hard to protect while you’ve been sneaking around behind her back.”

Suguru’s jaw tightened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Utahime let out a bitter laugh. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been so careful, haven’t you? So confident that no one would catch you. But you slipped up, Suguru. And now, here we are.”

He turned to [Name], his expression softening, as if trying to appeal to her. “You’re really going to believe this? She’s twisting things — making it seem worse than it is.”

[Name] met his gaze, her eyes brimming with tears. For a moment, the room was silent, her pain a tangible thing that seemed to fill the air. “I don’t need her to twist anything, Suguru,” she said quietly. “I’ve seen enough. I know enough.”

“[Name],” he started, his voice dropping into that familiar, manipulative tone that once would have made her second-guess everything. “You have to understand — things weren’t what they seemed. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice gaining strength. “You meant for it to happen. You just didn’t mean to get caught.”

He flinched, the mask he wore beginning to crack under the weight of her words. “You don’t know how hard things have been for me,” he said, trying a new angle, his voice laced with self-pity. “I was lost, okay? I made mistakes, but — ”

“Mistakes?” Utahime cut in, her voice rising. “Mistakes don’t span months, Suguru. They don’t include calculated lies and sneaking around. You didn’t ‘make a mistake’ — you made a choice. Over and over again.”

[Name] felt tears spilling over, but she didn’t wipe them away. “Do you even care, Suguru?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Or are we all just... people you can use to make yourself feel better? To protect this perfect little image of yours?”

He didn’t answer. The silence spoke louder than any denial ever could.

Utahime stepped forward, her eyes blazing. “You think you’re untouchable, don’t you? That you can do whatever you want and we’ll all just... what? Forgive you? Look the other way? You’re not untouchable, Suguru. You’re just a liar. A coward.”

[Name] took a deep, shuddering breath. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” she said, her voice hollow. “I’m done. You’ve lost our relationship, Suguru. And soon, you’ll lose everyone else too.”

Suguru opened his mouth to say something, but the words didn’t come. He watched as they turned and walked out of his apartment, the door slamming shut behind them.

For a long moment, he stood there in silence, the echoes of their confrontation ringing in his ears. Slowly, he sank into the nearest chair, his hands trembling as he lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around him, a bitter comfort in the suffocating emptiness that now filled the room.

He stared at the scattered evidence on the coffee table, his vision blurring. For years, he’d thought he could control everything — his image, his relationships, his secrets. He had believed he was smarter than everyone else, untouchable in his manipulation. But now, it was all crumbling. The weight of his lies pressed down on him, heavier than he could bear.

For the first time in years, Suguru felt the full extent of his loneliness. He had pushed away the people who cared about him, betrayed the trust they had placed in him, and destroyed the connections that once anchored him. And now, all he had was the smoke curling in the dim light and the crushing realization that he had no one to blame but himself.

He leaned back, the cigarette dangling from his lips, his hands shaking as he exhaled. The emptiness was suffocating. He thought of [Name], her tear-streaked face, and the finality in her voice. He thought of Satoru, Yo, Utahime, Riko, Shoko and the laughter they used to share.

It was gone now — all of it. And deep down, he knew it would never come back.