#they gave us long and sugus TOGETHER

[pharawee]

What really irks me about the two* spicy scenes in OMG! Vampire this week isn't even that they're (at the very least) dubcon but that they're just so... lazy - which in turn makes the whole thing uncomfortable to watch at best.

*There was a third scene between Zen and Run that was much more palatable but it too did include a rather awkward "Did you do anything to me while I was asleep?" which makes me wonder if the writer has... certain preferences. 🥴

And it's kind of ironic that both the scene between Joe and Jackie, and the scene between Patrick and Poom have been done before AND WAY BETTER by some of the same actors (in a way):

Bonus, who plays Jackie, had several similar scenes in Gen Y 2 that were full of tension and lust DESPITE the characters arguing (to put it mildly) at the time. It was set up really well because it had none of the lukewarm "I know you like it" dialogue (with the other character visibly not liking it lmao) that ruined a much anticipated love scene between Jackie and Joe.*

*To be fair, not much happened anyway except for some vague ear biting and one very drawn out camera angle. Sugus' long hair was wasted on this and it's an outrage.

As for the scene where Patrick makes out (and possibly more) with a very asleep Poom. Funnily enough, almost exactly the same scene happens in Book 2 (or was it 3?) of Love Syndrome between Itt and Day (who Frank and Long also played) - only it's very clear that previous consent is given and that Itt (once aware) is very enthusiastic about it. So none of that weird "Did you r*pe me?" that certain flavours of old-school yaoi are so fond of in order to make it "okay" for a character to lose control and enjoy himself. 😐

And I'm not at all opposed to toxic and dark tropes (especially not in fic or novels) but at least do them well (and maybe spread them out a bit between episodes and couples 🥴).

But, uh, yeah, maybe skip this whole show if noncon isn't your thing.

[xazse]

CAN YOU PLEASE DO A PT 2 OF

SUGURU AND SATORU MEETING A CURSED HYBIRD PUPPY!GIRL WHER GOJO GOSE BACK TO THE PUPPY GRIL PLSPLSPLSPLSPSLPLSPLSSSSS

Notes: LMAO GLAD YOU LOVED <33 I HOPE THE PEOPLE WHO ALSO REQUESTED ALSO SEESTHIS: @appleblueberry-pie @postsarenerverdaily

2nd part of this: CursedPuppy!Reader

Pairings: Satoru x CursedPuppyGirl!Reader x Suguru

Tags: Fluff, Satoru and suguru are in jujutsu tech together so in this they are minors, light kissing, petting, (I don’t want to sexualize them as minors so this is sweet and fluffy)

Satoru is doing something he really should not be doing, it’s just too irrestiable.

He’s sneaking back to where he had met you, hoping and praying that you were still there. Suguru had been watching him like hawk, he knew Satoru would attempt to come back and find you, at least that’s what he had thought. Satoru gave it a couple of days before he’d come search for you again.

It was difficult but he had finally managed and now with his six eyes he would search for you. It was nighttime so the village was down and asleep, he carefully made his way to the old house a little far away from the village. He used his technique to search for your energy and found it, he almost jumped for joy. He followed it and you hadn’t felt his energy yet: weird but he ignored it.

You were squatted down poking at some water so adorably. Your back was turned to him so he cleaned his throat to get your attention. You were quick to whip around and see exactly who it was. The smile that graced your face was damn cute, Satoru’s heart was craving in on itself, you immediately jumped to your feet and ran to give him a hug.

He hugged you back so hard, kissing your forehead and saying just how much he missed you. He scratches behind your ears, which makes your cute tail wag at a high speed. You aren’t understanding his words but nonetheless you give in to his kisses and warm hugs. As Satoru is enjoying the moment he comes to the realization: What is he to do to you?

Suguru is livid when he comes to the Gojo estate: still composed of only gojo. To find flickers of a similar cursed energy he had felt that day. Satoru really does not listen, nor does he understand what the curse could capable of.

“Satoru.”

“Suguru.”

“You’re extremely hard-headed you know that.”

Suguru looks down at you cuddled up with Satoru on the couch where you lay on his chest, light breathing indicating you were sleeping and so peacefully so. You were wearing different clothing, shorts and a shirt that looked too big for you.

Satoru sighs and waves his hand in the air but not too hard as to not stir you awake, “you knew I was gonna do this” Suguru is left with nothing to say as he completely agrees.

“So what are you gonna do when a mission comes up?” Suguru says while making his way to the pair of you, sitting down in the open spot where Satorus head is. “You can only threaten the higher ups for so long you know” “I know that, we’ll work around my packed schedule, aww suguru are you worried about her being alone here?”

Suguru ignores that in favor of poking at your sleeping face, he’s mainly poking at your fat cheeks, you seem to be a little too comfortable for a curse. Satoru lightly swats at his hand, before giving you more kisses on your forehead.

“She’s a little cute, only a little” “only a little? stop fooling yourself Sugu” Suguru flicks at his forehead and Satoru clutches it while feigning hurt.

You start to stir awake, they both still completely and watch you. First you sit up slowly, stretch a little, and your eyes land on suguru. You weren’t this close to him during your first encounter before so you’re quick to crawl over Satoru: (he’s completely offended) and sit in his lap, you sniff at him, grab him, and mess with his hair. as surprised as Suguru is he makes no move to remove you.

“Traitor! Traitor! He’s not the one who saved you!” You just tilt your head at his words and giggle at his antics, Suguru really is interested in your tail, he grabs it a little too rough and in turn your quick to jump up. “Not so hard Suguru” Satoru scolds, he can’t believe he has the opportunity to tell him off it excites him a little. Suguru raises his hand towards you as a sign of an apology, you don’t seem to understand this gesture so he grabs your hand and guides you back to his lap.

He’s gentle with rubbing your ears, so soft and reactive they are. He can see your leg twitching just a bit when he rubs the back of your ears, you seem to love attention, love when all eyes are on you. Satoru leans over and gives you another kiss but this time on the cheek and when he’s pulling away you follow him, you really are goddamn cute, Suguru can fully admit that.

You shuffle so you’re back on lap properly and wrap your arms around his neck, placing your face in the crook and sighing loudly.

“Sorry Satoru it seems you’ve been replaced” Suguru laughs sinisterly

“Replaced? Me?!” Satoru stares for a moment before getting up and walking to the kitchen, he’s rummaging in there for a while before he walks out with some cake on a plate, and he sits at the end of couch and begins poking at it while glancing at you occasionally. You sniff the air and notice the cake, Satoru has deemed that you love sweet things as much as him so he expects you to crawl over and be all up in his face like you usually do, it’s cute when your mouth automatically opens like he’s meant to feed you.

You don’t do none of that, you bury yourself deeper in Suguru’s shoulder and play with his hair, to rub it in Satoru’s face while he sits there mouth open astonished, he tilts his head a little to give your cheek a little kiss, you react with giving him multiple kisses. All while Satoru is pouting obviously and loudly.

[satorusugurugurl]

i love ur work sosososisoso much <33 thank y for sharing ur writing ahh!!! could i request a satosugu fic where toru gets punished by sugu and reader??! maybe for like.. getting off alone or flirting w someone else?

Summary: You and Geto went to a local bookstore, leaving Gojo to fend for himself at home. It’s not like the two of you didn’t invite your boyfriend to join you on your outing. But shopping for books, of all things, didn’t spark his interest. But as the boredom of being alone settles in his bones, he decides to do the only thing that sounds remotely fun. Beating his meat.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 2,876

Warning: Masturbation, cursing, oral sex, degrading, edging, smut, creampies, holy

A/N: Anon thank you so so much for the sweet words! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories! ❤️❤️❤️🥹This gave me brain worms and I just had to write it! Two of my weaknesses are SatoSugu x Reader and masturbation.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

”Are you positive you don’t want to come with us?” Suguru questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his white-haired boyfriend. “We were thinking about stopping for lunch after.”

”Nah.” Satoru is leaning against the wall, watching as you tie your tennis shoes. “The idea of a crowded bookstore makes my skin crawl. Plus, that's you guys’ thing. Books and reading.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily.

You hooked your arm through Suguru’s, leaning your head against his upper arm. “Okay, do you want us to bring you anything home?”

”Nope, have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back.” He waved his partners off with a smile before heading back to the living room to enjoy his Sunday afternoon.

The first hour was fun, trashy reality television, and the cupcakes you had made the previous day. Thirty minutes later, he groaned, flipping through Netflix to try to find something, anything to watch. Two hours into being alone, all by himself, Satoru groaned as he started to regret his decision to stay behind.

The apartment was so quiet and lonely with you or Suguru there. The room wasn’t as bright and full of the life it usually radiated. Jeez, was this what his life had been like before the three of you had gotten together two years ago? He was so used to going on dates, cooking food, and just existing in each other's presence now. What had he used to do in his tiny dorm when he was alone?

He would eat take-out, play on his phone, and jerk off to porn videos on Twitter.

Satoru sat up straight, a grin slowly tugging at his mouth. Yeah, he used to jerk off constantly. Since you three got together, he didn’t need to please himself. Seeing as either you were sucking him off, or Suguru was giving him a handy in the shower. It was like heaven, being able to experience pleasure with the two of you.

But thinking about wrapping his hand around his cock, going at his own pace, had him throbbing with excitement. You and Suguru wouldn’t be back for a bit. When you two shopped for books, you shopped—going down each aisle, flipping through pages, geeking out over your favorite series. He had plenty of time to jerk off and recover in case things got heated once his two partners returned home.

Leaning back onto the couch, Satoru turned the television to some random movie on Netflix. Mostly for background noise, and if you two were to come home in the middle of his solo session, this might cover him until he could readjust himself. With his eyes on the screen, Satoru slowly began rubbing his cock through his gray sweatpants. Up and down, just warming himself up.

Gojo was surprised that he was as hard as he was already. Was it the excitement of possibly getting caught or just that he hadn’t pleased himself in so long? Whatever the case, maybe he could care less. All that he could focus on with the warmth that was beginning to settle in his groin as he pushed his sweats down to his upper thigh to free his cock.

It was so hard, standing at attention with a slight twitch. “Oooh fuck.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” He spit into his hand before wrapping his bare palm around his shaft.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, coating his length with spit. He squeezed himself harder with each stroke. He was imagining it as you or Suguru’s hand. Both are so warm but different. Suguru’s hand was larger, more calloused. Y/N’s hand was smaller, more delicate, and her manicured nails always looked o pretty around his cock. The faster he moved his hand, the more the television sounded like white noise as his mind swam around his two partners.

Satoru found himself mimicking the movements you and Suguru would do. He gripped himself tight, like Suguru, stroking fast and hard. When he reached his tip, his pointer finger would tease his slit that beaded thick droplets of pe-cum, as your smaller hand would do so gracefully. Imagining his two partners worshiping his cock, was better jerk-off material than any porn video.

“Mmm, ooh fuck me.” Satoru’s hand squeezed his thick length hard, his hand moving faster. “That’s it, Y/N, just like that, Sugu.” Looking at his cock through his lashes, he gritted his teeth. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls were tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. “I’m so fucking close, so close, don’t stop.”

Grabbing his shirt, he placed the hem of it between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get cum all over it. Having a new shirt on when you two got back would be hard to explain, seeing as he stayed home alone. It would be much better to paint his stomach. It would be easier to clean up that way.

“Nnngh, fuck.” Satoru’s muffled moans grew louder, his cock twitching harder under each stroke of his hand. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” The familiar burning coil in his abdomen tightened, and he never heard the door unlock. “Fuck, gonna cum—“ And tightened as his partners called his names. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” And tightened before it snapped as Y/N and Suguru walked into the living room. “Cumming fuck! Fuck!”

Satoru jerked his wrist frantically. Ropes of hot cum coat his hand, stomach, and chest. His pace finally began to slow as his cock started to soften in his hand, his white seed shining under the sunlight flooding the room. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed jerking off. Especially since he had the two hottest people starring in his dirty mind.

In the afterglow, Satoru lazily looked towards the end table in search of a tissue. To his horror, he found the two of you watching him. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed, as Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, dark eyes glued to the cum on his stomach. The three of you basked in the silence before Satoru quickly wiped at his cum.

“W-Welcome home!” He shouted, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with either of you. “I didn’t hear you guys come in.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because we were too busy listening to you cumming.” All attempts to finish cleaning himself came to a halt at Suguru’s words.

”I well, I gu—“

”There’s no denying it, Toru.” You joined in; faux sadness etched onto your features. “We caught you red-handed.” Your pout was adorable as you looked up at Suguru. “This is why he didn’t want to come with us Sugu.”

“Mhmm,” Suguru gently stroked your Y/H/C, “and to think we felt so bad for not including him. We stood in line for forty minutes at the cafe to get him the chocolate cake they're famous for.” Gojo swallowed as you lifted a bag with the cafe's name to emphasize Suguru’s words.

Slowly getting up on noodle legs from his orgasm, Satoru started walking towards you both. “It wasn’t like that. I just got bored. It’s not like I plotted to stay here to jerk off without the two of you.” The annoyance on both of your faces made him cringe. “I appreciate you guys thinking of me!” His hands reached for the bag, only for you to yank it away. “Oh, come on!” Satoru Gojo pouted, his eyes darting between you and Suguru.

“Huh, funny you did cum, on yourself.” Suguru barked out a laugh at your words. “And you didn’t even let me lick it off. I think that’s what hurt the most.”

”Y/N has a point, Satoru. You cleaned it all off right in front of her.” Suguru took the bag from you and placed it on the breakfast bar. “You know how much she loves our cum. My poor Princess.” You sniffled as Suguru pulled you tight against his side. ”Satoru has been a very bad boy, hasn’t he Y/N?”

”He has.”

Gojo ran both his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I’m sorry, guys. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?” Instant regret settled over him like cold rain. Both you and Suguru’s eyes darkened as sinister smirks tugged at your mouths. “Oh, oh fuck, please wait, have mercy.” He held both hands up, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from pouncing on him like a spider monkey.

Hours later, the automatic timer on the living room light came on. Illuminating the lewd scene in front of Satoru. You were facing him. Your back firmly pressed against Suguru’s chest as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Suguru’s hair was falling out of its bun, dark strands sticking out here and there, clinging to his skin. His lips were against the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. His actions made you whimper softly as you rode him faster.

Satoru wanted to join in, to get onto the floor and drag his tongue up Sugurus length, all the way to your clit. He hated being in the recliner across from you, his hand jerking at his cock. Fuck, you guys didn’t even let him get completely naked. He still had his sweats on and spit-damp shirt clenched between his teeth. He understood this was a punishment for jerking off and getting caught. He had to watch you two, and he'd already cum three times. But this was getting to be just cruel at this point. He wanted to join in!

Instead, you watched him, smirking at the flush dusting his cheeks and neck. The tears that formed in his oh-so-pretty blue eyes, and the way he fisted his cock to another orgasm. Arching your back, you gasped, Suguru’s tip hitting your G-spot as he bit your shoulder. Your arm reached over your head, fingers fisting in his hair. The sight of you getting closer to the edge made Satoru want to join in even more. If he could just get his lips around your clit, he knew you would squirt all over his face.

”Guys, pwease!” The cloth muffled Satoru’s words in his mouth. “I wanna help!”

You chuckled in between soft moans. “Sugu~nngh oh shit,” You watched as Suguru reached a hand around your waist, palming your thigh. “He wants to help~!” You laughed breathlessly as Suguru hummed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin

”Satoru,” your white-haired boyfriend perked up, “you wanted to jerk off so bad when we were gone. So you’re going to keep jerking off until we say otherwise. Dirty man whores don’t get rewarded.” Suguru’s hand, which Satoru wished was around his cock, slowly slid up to your clit. “Good fuckin’ sluts, like our sweet Y/N here, they get what they ask for.” You whined, your hand tugging at his hair. “Mmm fuck, baby tell me what my good girl wants~ yeah, be a good example to Satoru?���

”I wanna cum Sugu.” You whimpered, turning your head to face him.

He grinned, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. “You wanna cum?” You nodded your head, kissing him harder. “Go ahead, sweet girl, cum for me, Y/N.” His fingers rubbed circles around your cock. “That’s it; I feel you clenching cum on. Let it out, princess.” His gaze darted down, watching as you squirted hard.

“No, no, no,” Satoru whined like a spoiled brat. “I wanted to taste her cum!”

You were trembling, still coming down from your orgasm. Once you could form words, you tilted your head to the side. “See why we were so disappointed in you?” Suguru slowed his pace, his still-hard cock gently sliding into you. “I wanted to clean you up, but you used a tissue. I think I’ll clean up my mess the same way slut.” Suguru groaned, his cock twitching at your dirty fucking words.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll clean it up!”

”Oh, will you?”

”Yes.”

”And how will you clean up Y/N‘s cum Satoru?” Suguru asked as you slowly began rocking back and forth on his cock.

The two of you watched as your partner stood, his cum coated chest and stomach heaving as he looked to the floor. There was a dark, needy look in his eyes, one a person would only see in a feral animal. You didn’t know what to expect. For him to grab tissues to clean it, like he had done to himself. Him dropping to his knees was something you nor Suguru had anticipated. With bated breath, you watched Satoru slowly slide onto his stomach, his eyes on yours as he stuck his tongue out.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Suguru’s cock throbbed harder inside of you as he watched Satoru lick and suck at your cum off the floor. Like some kind of desperate animal. Never once did he break eye contact. His tongue and lips kept moving, cleaning Y/N's essence off the floor in the most vulgar way. “T-That, fuck, Y/N wh—“

“Such a good boy.” You finished for Suguru. Your tight cunt twitched at the sight. “Cleaning up my cum like the horny dog you are.”

Satoru sat on his knees. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at your praises. “Yeah? I did good. Am I forgiven? Do I get to join in now? Please!” He watched Suguru’s face scrunch up as Y/N bounced faster and harder onto his cock.

”Hmm, Suguru, what do you think?” You asked, feeling another orgasm coming close as Suguru's hands gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

”Let that dirty slut help. I wanna watch him lick your clit like he just did to the floor.”

Before you could change your mind, Satoru leaped into action. He was positioning himself between both of your legs. His tongue immediately went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit like a madman. The sudden added friction had you rocking faster, trying to feel more of his mouth on your sensitive sex. While Geto slammed up into you, chasing his release while driving you to your own.

Watching you both with lust-filled eyes, Satoru started jerking his cock once more. Fat and hard tugged as he took your clit in between his lips, suckling the bud as hard as he possibly could. That was all you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you again. Not that you cared as you felt Suguru’s chest heave as he buried his cock inside of you as he filled you to the brim with cum.

Thank fuck Suguru had been right against your g-spot. Because Satoru was bleed to have you squirt in his face. The sweet, tangy taste of you flooded his mouth. He sucked at your lips, tasting both your sweetness and Suguru’s slightly salty bitterness. Like a well-crafted treat just for him. The taste of you both combined had his hand stroking his dick, desperate to cum for the fourth time that day.

In the afterglow, Suguru grunted, kicking Satoru’s thigh with his foot. “Idiot, don’t forget what we just told you.” His best friend slowly smirked as you stuck your tongue out in between pants. “Don’t waste your cum.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru jumped to his feet, stroking his cock in front of your face. Only his hand was swatted away, replaced with Suguru’s. The sudden change of hand and pace had Satoru whimpering like the horny fucking dog he was.

“That’s it, Satoru,” Suguru purred, stroking faster, “cum on her face like a good boy.”

That sent your white-haired boyfriend right over the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his load, which would most likely be his last for today, spurt over your tongue, chin, and the tip of your nose. You looked so pretty, cock drunk, glazed in his cum. It had him crying out in pained pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm faded, Satoru stumbled. Both you and Geto grabbed his arms, slowly easing him to rest on the couch next to the two of you. He gasped, his eyes shut, in post-orgasm bliss. You couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking his hair. Suguru kept himself inside of you, kissing your neck lovingly and putting the footrest up. You and your boyfriend relaxed in the silence until Satoru’s soft snores could be heard.

It's a perfect way for you to end a wonderful Sunday.

[kinq-sleazee]

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MDNI(18+)| Poly!GojoGeto, Fem!Reader, Black!Reader, Chubby!Reader, Boys Kiss, Fingering, Oral, They're a little mean, dubcon ?, gojo and reader have been drinking, geto is also a little sleepy, idk, What PLot ?,

You were a lot more confident with the cheers of your friends spurring you on as you brought over the drink to the handsome man at the bar. The liquid courage coursing through your veins aided in the honeyed smile that adorned your features while you gave your name, to which he replied “Gojo Satoru” with a wink before downing the gifted shot and encouraging you to do the same. The cerulean inferno of his gaze catalyzing the burning liquid that spread warmth through your limbs. But, now after a night of suggestive conversation and slow grinding on the dance floor, you’re starting to wonder if you bit off more than you could chew.

“You taking me home then, pretty?” he smirks, pockets shoved casually in his pockets as he leans against the bar. You did tell him initially that you planned on making him “yours” that night, albeit awkward and you stuttered half of the sentence, but he liked it. The “good girl gone bad” thing worked for you, and he thanked God for giving you such a supportive friend group. You gulped, straightening stiffly to pull at the black skirt that had crept up your luscious thighs all night. “Of c-course. Follow me” you cursed yourself inwardly, but the cloudy haze of alcohol and arousal dulled most of your embarrassment.

The ride to his place was agonizing. He barely spoke, opting to hum a bluesy tune while looking out of the window. Gojo kept his hand on your thigh, occasionally squeezing and kneading the doughy flesh there. He couldn’t wait to mark them up properly.

On the elevator his demeanor changed completely. He went from relaxed and charming to imposing and seductive. Your back against the wall, bodies pressed together—Gojo licked across your jaw both hands on your ass cheeks as he rocked you against his thigh.

“Got me all worked up, baby. Treated me nice” he groaned after one particularly salacious moan. “What was it that you said? ‘I’m on you real bad. You my man now.’ You said that right?” Satoru laughed at your frustrated whines. Shaking his head, his lips slotted back against yours, tongue easily dominating the cavern. He smelled sweet in the best way. Like a decadent vanilla with a layer of something much deeper and darker.

The elevator chimed and he pulled away, opting to hold your hand instead of your ass.

A singular door was positioned on the opposite side of the short hallway. A penthouse. You thought, impressed that you were able to snag a not only incredibly attractive but also seemingly wealthy hookup on your first night out in a very long time.

Gojo knocked loudly on the door, confusing you, but as if reading your mind he squeezed your hand and smirked. “i-uh forgot my keys… yeah, I forgot my keys” he chuckled smoothly, “Sugu will let us in”.

As if on cue, the locking mechanism clicked, and the door opened revealing “Sugu” in his shirtless glory. Gojo was strikingly gorgeous, with prominent features that drew attention with ease, but his friend was a more “subtle beauty”. The type that you’d miss if you weren’t paying attention but when you actually saw them, your jaw would be on the floor. He pouted sleepily, a look that seemed almost silly on such a sexy man, rubbing his eyes and looking between the two of you.

“Toru, what are you—” he was cut off by Gojo smashing their lips together. The dark-haired man eyes widened comically but he didn’t pull away which drew a pleased groan from Gojo. He looked at you curiously, eyes glazing over your body and pausing on your cleavage and exposed midsection. You were thick—just their type. With a gorgeous face to match. The gears started to turn in his mind as Satoru’s tongue washed away the last remnants of sleep.  He pulled away, smiling sweetly. “Hello” he murmured, wiping a mixture of saliva and gloss from the corner of his mouth. The man took Satoru’s face in his hand and forced his thumb inside. The other moaned around the digit, swirling his tongue while maintaining contact with the dark eyes in front of him.

“Sugu” cursed under his breath as Gojo bobbed on his finger but turned to you with a roguish smile. “And you are?” he purred, voice laced with saccharine arousal and interest.

Going. You’ll be going. Because whatever this is, it’s clearly more than you bargained for. You try to pull away but Gojo’s grip on your hand tightens. He pulls the finger from his mouth and frowns. “What’s the matter, sweetheart? Tryin’ to leave us already?”

US! Us. Us? The idea of an “us” with two of the most beautiful men that you’ve ever seen is intriguing, but you can barely wrap your head around having sex with one stranger. Let alone two.

 “i-i” you stammered, breathing heavily when Gojo pulled you closer to them. “you-you, what?” The white-haired man laughed loudly, pressing your body between them. “Don’t get shy now, baby. You had some big talk back at the club. I figured I might need the extra help”. He turned your body to face the other man while pressing into you from behind. His hardness grazed your lower back, and you whimpered at the thickness.

“Gojo, I don’t understand”, you paused, breathless from the feeling of his hardened cock rutting against you. “I thought we were … who is this?” The ravenette chucked darkly, dropping his hand to grab yours and bring it to his lips. “Geto Suguru. It’s a pleasure”. The way he spoke the word did dangerous things to your pussy.

“Sugu’s my best friend, Y/N. We share everything”. His voice drops, ‘And tonight we’re going to share you”.

…

A rush of heat pooled in your cheeks and between your thighs, as you listened to Satoru recount the details of your evening to a very intrigued Suguru. All the lewd comments made during your alcohol induced stupor. He mimicked all the sweet noises you made on the dance floor when he touched you. Mentioned how you squirmed in the car with anticipation.  Exposed that you rode his knee in the elevator like a depraved whore.

“Had my cock all leaky” he whined dramatically, making Suguru snort.

It was embarrassing. Mortifying even. This wasn’t you. You didn’t do things like this. You’re not a whore. You tried to argue, but they ignored you. They spoke like you weren’t even there. Even with the dark-haired man’s fingers buried in your cunt.

Geto rested his chin casually over your shoulder, with you sitting between his spread legs on the sofa. His index and ring fingers pumped in and out and a snail like pace, occasionally scissoring and curling upwards to massage your gummy walls. The rough pad of his thumb circled your clit with a mixture of your own arousal and saliva.

He pushed your head down and made you spit on it before he even got started.

His free massaged your breasts roughly but avoided your nipples. There was no rush. He just wanted to enjoy the feeling of your flesh spilling between your fingers. He wasn’t trying to make you cum. It seemed like he wanted the opposite. Every time he felt you tightening around his fingers, he’d pull out and offer them to Gojo who’d stop mid-sentence for a taste before continuing the conversation.

“That’s why I brought her to your place, Sugu. She was sooo confident that she could handle me. She seemed like such a big girl” Satoru grinned, placing extra emphasis on the last phrase. He knew it sounded condescending—that was the point. He wasn’t even planning on taking anyone home that night but you just served yourself up on a platter. So ready and willing.  

Satoru kneeled between your spread legs, glasses pushed atop his head and a crooked smirk plastered on his face.

“You cryin’?”

That made Suguru’s cock throb. He released your breast to grip your chin, turning your head so that your eyes met his. Pure lust and desperation filled your orbs. It was a captivating sight. They’d barely done anything and you were already wrecked. Gojo had really outdone himself this time.

“Poor thing” he murmured sweetly against your lips. “Would like to cum, sweetheart?”  All you could response was “please”. Begging over and over again for relief. It just wasn’t enough. You needed more.

Geto shushed you, “Calm down, baby. ‘Toru has what you need”. With a lewd squelch he removed his fingers and smeared the slick across your cheek. “Keep your eyes on him”. It was hard. Head cloudy with lust. All you saw was blue.

A wrecked sob fell from your throat when Gojo finally laid his hands on you. Blunt nails dug into your thighs to spread them impossibly wider. He bent down to lick at the sticky slick that clung to your pretty brown skin, and he whined at the taste. He needed more, this time biting down hard making you cry out.

“Somebody likes pain” Geto sung, taking both your nipples and twisting them between his calloused fingers.

Satoru hummed, more focused on the excessive amount of slick weeping from your pussy. Two fingers slid down your slit to spread your labia, he pushed them back up to press on your clit then he pulled down to shove them in your cunt in one fluid motion. His pouty lips attached to your little bundle, and he suckled while rolling his tongue in circles. He spelled his name on your cunny while his best friend slapped your breasts and sucked on your tongue.

It was all too much. Too fast. Your back arched deeply, eyes rolling to the back of your head and chest rising and falling rapidly. You bit down on Geto’s lip, hard enough to draw blood. He groaned, yanking your head back to lick across your throat while you rolled your hips against Gojo’s face riding out your high.

The two men waited for you to come down for a few seconds. Kissing your face and stomach. Rubbing your legs and thighs. Praising and thanking you for doing such a job. And promising to reward you with two loads of cum in every one of your holes.

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Its been a minute. Im a lil rusty-- not proofread,

do not percieve me , i do not wish to be perceived.

lol

@xogabbiexo , @chaiiskindagross , @hentyehottie , @nasty-quillz , @plussizeficchick , @bookwormsenpai

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Nanamin!!!

Nanami Kento x Reader

This story has been requested by my anon reader! I hope you enjoy!

(Song Inspiration: Stand By Me by SHINee, cute beat for the story)

“My name is Haibara Yu. Nanami Kento, right?” Nanami stared at the cheerful brunette male. He gave him a small smile and nodded. His back was straight and his arms were down by his side. He bowed down in front of Haibara.

“Nanami Kento. It’s nice to meet you,” he greeted.

“I heard we’re supposed to have a female student with us too,” Haibara said. He looked around, no one in uniform showing up. “I hope she’s okay.” Nanami nodded. He looked at the time on his watch.

“We’re early,” he said and sat down on the bench. It was quiet and sunny outside. Nanami took in the fresh air and sighed contently.

“Are you excited? Training to become sorcerers?” Haibara asked. Nanami shrugged.

“I’m indifferent about it,” he answered. Haibara smiled.

“I like your honesty,” he said. Nanami smiled. Soon, running footsteps and heavy breathing was heard. The two men looked over and they found a girl with the uniform jacket, shoes, and shorts running their way.

You.

“I’m sorry! I missed my train!” you exclaimed. You stopped and rested your hands on your knees. Haibara chuckled and patted your back.

“No worries,” he said. “We were early. My name is Haibara Yu.” You smiled. Once you gathered your breath, you stood in front of them and bowed as you introduced your name. Nanami watched you with slightly wide eyes and his mouth agape. You looked over at him and quickly averted your gaze as you blushed slightly. Nanami cleared his throat and stood up. He bowed.

“Nanami Kento. It’s nice to meet you,” he said softly. You smiled.

“Haibara-san. Nanami-san. May we have a great time together,” you said cheerfully.

The three of you joined Shoko, Gojo, and Geto for lunch inside the city. You and Shoko waited patiently for the guys to return with your meals.

“So, you and Nanami?” Shoko asked. You blushed causing Shoko to coo at your reaction. “Are you two official? It’s been six months since I noticed something between the two of you.”

“I-It’s unspoken,” you answered. “But it’s mutual. I-I’m happy with it right now.”

“Okay,” she said happily. Shoko pouted as she cupped her face with her hands, elbows resting on the table. “I’m starving!” You nodded as you looked around. You heard your stomach growl. You had a long training session this morning with Nanami. By the time the two of you were going to go out and eat, everyone else decided to join as you two headed to the city.

Your arms rested on the table and you planted your face in your arms, your stomach about to eat itself up. You closed your eyes, hoping to fall asleep until the food arrives.

“Finally!” Your eyes opened and you saw two takeout containers along with a water bottle next to it. You sat up and Nanami stood next to you. He also held a small plastic bag that held a smaller container. Chattering filled the area.

“Sorry,” Nanami said as he took his seat in front of you. “I had to stop somewhere.” Curiosity came to you.

“Where did you go?” you asked. Nanami placed your container in front of you before he placed his in front of him. Suddenly, Gojo called your name.

“Nanami was too persistent to stop at a bakery and this specific pasta restaurant which took forever to get our food ready,” Gojo said as he stuffed his face with food.

“Toru, you’re going to choke,” you said. You looked at Geto who was doing the same. “You too, Sugu! Pigs…” You rolled your eyes and turned back to look at Nanami. He had a blank look on his face but his eyes seemed…sad.

“Kento? Are you okay?” you asked curiously. Nanami slightly jumped and looked at you with soft eyes.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Go eat. You’re starving.” Immediately, you opened your container. Your mouth watered at the sight of your favorite pasta dish.

“Thank you!” you said happily and excitedly before you dug in just like Gojo and Geto. Nanami chuckled.

“The bag is yours too. I bought you a slice of cake.” You looked at him with big eyes as you slurped up the noodle in your mouth.

“Ahhh, Nanami, you’re so sweet,” Shoko said happily. Haibara chuckled and leaned in closer to her ear. “It’s like taking care of your girlfriend.” Nanami subtly choked on his food and blushed. You looked away from him and shyly ate your meal. Haibara chuckled and leaned in closer to whisper in Shoko’s ear.

“It’s his apology cake for taking forever to return,” he whispered. “We stopped at her favorite pasta restaurant.” Shoko quickly looked over at the two of you. She watched Nanami grab a napkin and wiped the corner of your mouth. You blushed and slightly turned away. Shoko chuckled and turned to Haibara.

“Nanami gets jealous when she calls Gojo and Geto with nicknames.” Haibara chuckled.

“I know,” he said. “He gets that look in his eyes.” The two laughed to themselves.

“Hey! That’s mine! Suguru!” Gojo yelled while Geto laughed as he ate a piece of Gojo’s food.

The six of you started to head back to the high school. You yawned tiredly and Nanami looked at you with concern. He stopped you as he placed his hand on your shoulder. When you looked at him, you watched Nanami remove his case from his back, bend down, and point at his back. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Thank you, Kento,” you said as you hopped on his back. With ease, Nanami stood up and caught up with the group. He handed his case to Haibara to carry, which he did with no question.

“Oh! Is she okay?” Geto asked. You nodded and tiredly looked at Geto and Gojo.

“I’m okay, Sugu,” you said quietly and snuggled the side of your face on Nanami’s back.

“Nanami, you always look so gloomy when she calls him that,” Gojo said. You felt Nanami’s heart stop for a slight second.

“I’m just tired,” Nanami said and continued to walk ahead.

You lifted your head with concern from the tone of his voice. It was down and just like his eyes from earlier, they were sad. You kept thinking to why he would be sad.

You know that he treats you more than a friend and you do the same for him. Were you not doing enough?

“Kento? Can we get some ice cream?” you asked quietly in his ear. You could feel his heart race which brought a smile to your face. You watched his head nod. You turned to the group.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” you said and waved at them. Nanami quickly walked away as he brought you two to your favorite ice cream shop.

Nanami placed the large banana split sundae in the middle of the table. You happily dug in and sighed in content. You watched Nanami quietly eat his bite.

“What’s wrong?” you asked curiously.

“Nothing,” Nanami answered rather quickly and sternly. You pouted.

“That tone doesn’t say nothing, Kento.” You leaned forward closer to Nanami. “So? What is it?” You watched the tip of his ears turn a light pink.

“It’s stupid,” he said.

“No it’s not! Something’s upsetting you.” Nanami sighed. He knew you weren’t going to stop until he gave you an answer.

“I don’t have a nickname from you,” he mumbled. You looked at him with big, doe-like eyes. Nanami saw and quickly looked away as his face turned pink. “I told you it’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” you said. “I thought calling you by your first name is enough.” Nanami gave you a softly smile. “And me wanting to spend more time with you.” Hesitantly, Nanami reached out to hold your hand. His fingers wrapped around yours.

“It’s enough,” he said with a soft smile. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you told me.”

A whole week passed. Nanami, Haibara, Geto, Gojo, and Shoko all patiently waited for you at the planned restaurant for dinner.

“Your girlfriend takes forever,” Gojo said as he rolled his eyes.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Nanami said.

“Yet,” Geto muttered. “What is she doing? Just waking up?”

“Let her be. She had a long day,” Shoko said and turned to Nanami. “Right?” Nanami shrugged.

“She trained. She probably overslept from her nap,” he answered. They all gave him sweat-drop looks. He looked at the time on his watch. “She’ll be here in a minute.”

“Yeah, sure. More like another hour,” Geto said hungrily.

“NANAMIIIIIN!” Everyone turned around. You quickly ran towards the group. Nanami held his hands out to hold your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall as you were catching your breath.

“Nanamin?” Haibara and Shoko questioned. Gojo chuckled.

“Nanamin? I like Nanamin!” he exclaimed. Nanami held you close and shook his head as he looked blankly at Gojo. “Why not?!”

“It’s a special name from her,” he said.

“The moment I hear a ‘honey’ or whatever couple pet name there is from her mouth, I claim Nanamin to be mine.”

“Deal,” you said. “Let’s eat.”

Ten years passed. Nanami sat outside and read his book. It was too beautiful to let the opportunity pass to be indoors. He looked at the time on his watch and looked around his surroundings.

Nothing.

“Nanamin!”

“Nanamin!”

Nanami looked behind him and found Gojo and Gojo’s student, Yuji, walking towards him. Nanami placed a bookmark in his book before closing it. He stood up and walked closer to the two.

“Weird to find you out here,” Yuji said. “You’re usually in the library.” Nanami pushed his glasses up.

“It’s a beautiful day today,” he simply answered as he crossed his arms. “Is there a mission for you?”

“Gojo sensei is taking my team out for one,” Yuji said excitedly. “Haibara sensei might be there too.”

“You’ll do well,” Nanami said with a small smile.

“Thank you, Nanamin,” Yuji said with a bright smile. Again, Nanami looked at the time on his watch before scanning the area. Gojo noticed. “Everything okay?” Nanami nodded. He pulled his phone and frowned.

“Stop being such a worrywart,” Gojo said as he patted his back. “I remember how she’ll show up late in high school and you have no worries in the world.”

“That’s different,” Nanami said.

“Why? Because—“

“Honey!”

Nanami quickly turned around and found you running towards him. He held your shoulders as you bent down to catch your breath. You straightened up and smiled as you curled a strand of your hair behind you ear. “Sorry, I missed the bus. And then I bumped into Maki-chan. I promised to train her.”

Yuji couldn’t stop staring at you. It was the first time he saw you around and wondered where you were all this time. He wondered if you were a sorcerer. If you were good friends with Nanami. If you would go on a date with him.

“You shouldn’t be training,” Nanami said. Yuji watched the interaction between you two.

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m disabled!” you exclaimed. Yuji’s eyes widened.

“PREGNANT?!” Yuji exclaimed. You looked over behind Nanami and smiled.

“Toru-kun!” you happily greeted before looking at Yuji. You walked closer to him and bowed while introducing yourself. Your last name also being Nanami. Yuji bowed his head in shock as he introduced himself back to you slowly and quietly.

“Kento-kun doesn’t talk about me huh?” you questioned with a pout.

“I, um, never noticed you around,” Yuji mumbled. You giggled.

“I don’t come to the high school often,” you answered. “I typically hang out with Shoko and Haibara. I train Maki a lot too. Typically during the late afternoon. But now my husband is being a big jerk about me doing anything.” Nanami sighed, slight faux irritation evident on his face.

“H-Husband?” Yuji questioned. You nodded happily. “You and Nanamin?” You smiled brightly.

“He lets you call him Nanamin?!” you asked excitedly. “I gave him that nickname in high school! When we became an official couple, Toru-kun started to call him Nanamin. I guess you are too!” You turned to your husband excitedly. “Honey! That’s so exciting.” Nanami’s face softened. He walked closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

“Yes, I let him call me that,” he said softly. “Alright, I’ll be with you when you train Maki-san. Are you hungry?” You nodded.

“Nanamin, let’s get some pasta,” you said happily. “And maybe a banana split. I’ll see you two later. Oh and Toru-kun! You still owe me money!”

“I’ll just pay you back with food for your pregnancy cravings!”

“Tell Sugu-kun that too!” You turned back to Nanami. “Honey, that was Yuji? He’s adorable.” Nanami leaned in and kissed your forehead.

“It was nice hearing you call me Nanamin again,” he said.

“Brings back memories right?” Nanami hummed in a positive response. He never expected you to give him a nickname that day ten years ago. Once he heard you yell out ‘Nanamin’, he felt butterflies flutter in his stomach. It made him feel euphoric at that moment. And even if it didn’t last long, he preferred honey from you anyway. He’ll just let those who are close to him call him Nanamin.

[jjkwritingsandrambling]

A Long-Awaited Proposal

Suguru Geto x Reader

Suguru loves you. You never doubted it for a moment, but he had a hard time letting you take care of him. Suguru always felt it was his job to take care of you, not the other way around. This idea was hard to live up to when you two moved in together. He found himself slowly liking having you around to help. Having you in his arms made the day feel like it was worth it. You just existing made the world seem brighter. 

Suguru opened the door to your shared home to find the smell of food cooking. He nervously fiddled with the small box in his pocket. Suguru walked into the kitchen and leaned on the doorway, smiling. He watched you for a minute with you none the wiser. 

“You left the door unlocked, dork.” Suguru finally spoke up. You jumped and whipped around to look at him. You pouted and he chuckled at your reaction. 

“Oh, sure. Get home from work and you immediately scold me.” You said, dramatically. “No, ‘Hi, honey’ or ‘I missed you’ or ‘I love you’ or anything nice?” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling.” Suguru teased. “How can I possibly convince my lovely, gorgeous partner, who I love very much, to forgive me?” 

“You can always buy my forgiveness with kisses.” You suggested. Your boyfriend grinned and came over to your spot in the kitchen. He gave you short, sweet kisses on your lips, then your cheek, then your forehead, then he glanced at the food in the pan. 

“Food is gonna burn.” Suguru muttered against your forehead. 

“Oh, crap!” You said and quickly turned to tend to the food. Suguru looked around the kitchen. Aside from the dishes in the sink, ones you used while making dinner, everything was in order. He briefly felt bad. He was a mess when you first moved in, not really feeling the need to clean unless he needed to use something. Suguru had been keeping things tidy and taking care of himself more. Even Satoru had mentioned it. 

“She’s something, alright.” Satoru had said. “You seem happier with her than even me.” 

As much as Satoru teased him about it, he wasn’t wrong. Suguru was happier with you. He didn’t know how you put up with him sometimes, but you were always there when he needed you. You put up with his stubbornness when he tried refusing your help and he did the same when you did it. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but nothing was. You loved him, and he loved you. You made each other happier and better. Which is why he went out today. He had told you it was a mission, but that was a lie. Suguru fidgeted with the box in his pocket again. 

After dinner, you and Suguru were cuddled up on the couch when he suddenly got up. He grabbed your hand and led you out of the door without a word. 

“Suguru?” You asked. “Where are we going?” 

“You’ll see.” Was all he said. You trusted him with your life, of course but this was weird. No teasing or flirting to make you flustered. He was oddly quiet. 

Eventually, you two got to a place you recognized. Suguru had brought you up here for your first date because the view was beautiful. It was the perfect time of day to come up here, too. The sunset was at the point that it was making gorgeous colors in the sky. You were watching the sky for a bit before speaking up. 

“So, what’s the occasion, Sugu-” You cut yourself off when you turned and saw Suguru. He was on one knee and holding up an engagement ring in the box. 

“I, uh- damnit.” Suguru said. “I had had a whole speech prepared and everything, but seeing you here like this, my mind is completely blank and I feel like an idiot.” 

He laughed at himself. 

 “I love you.” Suguru continued. “I’ve never loved anyone more and I never will, so if you’ll have me, I’m all yours. Now and forever. Please, marry me?” 

You could feel yourself tearing up. You nodded frantically and hugged him with enough force that you two sprawled to the ground. Suguru laughed. 

“Oh, thank god.” He said. “If you said no, I’d have probably crawled into a hole and died.” 

You laughed.

“As if there was a chance I’d say no to you.” You said. Suguru reached over to the ring that had fallen out of his hand when you’d practically tackled him in a hug. He slipped the ring on your finger and kissed you.

[soov]

CHLORiNE ㅤ. . . ㅤ﹫ geto suguru ★

꒰ 🧾 ꒱ pro swimmer ! suguru & famous ! gn reader, 700 words. ㅤg fluff, fake dating au, drabble. ㅤw pet names, kissing. ㅤlibrary

you did not want to date geto suguru, but that was the only and single option your managers gave you after your shared accident, a few months ago. a group of pictures posted on your instagram page — a dump of the last visit you paid to tokyo — was what got you a new boyfriend.

he, funnily, posted a selfie of himself at the same restaurant you were in your pictures. on the same day. with the same emoji of the japanese flag in your captions.

it wasn’t intentional — you didn’t even know who suguru was other than his name, and nor did he. the swimmer simply wished to announce his arrival at his home country after being away for a competition overseas. you wanted to show your followers how your trip was.

but now, because of a coincidence, and the speculative skills of both your fanbases, you were bound together by a contract.

“sugu? are you done yet?” your shout was followed by a long, nasal sigh. “we have a reservation in a few, and i don’t want to dine with you smelling like chlorine!”

the man glanced at the bleachers, still floating around in the pool to relax after his intense practice. he shone his brightest smile at your complaints, “coming right up!” suguru chuckled and lifted himself up.

“sugu?” his teammate pestered, tossing a towel at him. “that’s new. can i call you that too, my boo bear?”

“shut up, satoru.” geto tediously reprimanded while throwing his swim cap aside to dry his hair. he would admit that he was still not used to having you call him by nicknames, though in no way he was bothered by them.

“finally,” you walked up to your fake boyfriend, lightly slapping his buff arm. “we have an hour to be at the restaurant and we’re still here. can you hurry up?” you requested again. that reservation was the event of year to you, and due to yours and his social status, you managed to skip the waiting line. you wanted the raven-haired man to treat it as seriously as you.

suguru looked at you with a soft smile, dipping a kiss to your lips, “sorry, angel.” he mumbled into your mouth, towel thrown around his neck. his hand went to your waist whilst his wet body lightly pressed against your designer clothes, making you flinch in annoyance.

“keep saying sorry for the next ten years and maybe i’ll forgive you.” your grumble snatched a soft laugh out of him, and you hoped he’d hurry up and put on some clothes to leave the place. you didn’t have enough time to keep up with your routine of staring at his muscles at the moment.

“kay. sorry again,” using his free hand, he cupped your jaw to press a small peck to your temple and nose — totally unnecessary, but to suguru, every touch and caress was treated like a basic human need.

a huff escaped your lips, “whatever.” you gulped down all kinds of reaction to his affection and walked off to one of the benches nearby, waiting for your cue to leave.

the other athlete snickered, expression composed of a mix of comedic disgust and tenderness as he observed his friend stare at you with heart eyes, “you’re so in love it’s sickening to watch,” satoru shook his head to show his disappointment on the faux relationship (that he was well aware of).

nevertheless, the accusation fell deaf on suguru’s ears, his eyes trained on you and the way you so endearingly stared at everything but at him. when you tapped your shoes in an anxious fashion, or when your lips curled down in a pout, he couldn’t help but feel glad for his crazy fans once wanting you two together.

“maybe i am.” suguru murmured on autopilot mode, a grin blooming on his lips. he was so going to kiss you stupid after that dinner.

before the white-haired swimmer noticed, geto was already fully dressed and hurrying to your side, fingers intertwined with yours to leave.

“huh...” satoru clicked his tongue, amused by the whole scene going on in front of him. “he really broke the first rule of fake dating.”

⠀ ⠀ SOOV © 2O23

ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶’s notes ⪩⪨ special thanks to rav for helping me out with this drabble THIS IS FOR U ♥️

[queenendless]

🥳🎂🎉GETO B-DAY SHORT🎉🎂🥳

A/n: Yes, it's short.

I just found out about this yesterday. A sequel to Gojo's b-day one I guess.

Sorry I got my mind elsewhere now but here it is regardless.

Already AU established poly satosugu x reader, fluff, yall know the drill.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW PLEASE AND THNX U.

Your weary sighs were blatantly loud on purpose so he would hear.

His pinched gazing noggin popped out from the bundle of blankets wrapped around him, relaxing on the back porch of your private shared abode.

The puffy pure powder made his raven hair pop out well against the snow.

“Alright what's wrong?”

“How did you know?”

“You’re sighing right in my face. That and you're obviously hiding something behind your back.” Geto knowingly stated, grinning, before patting the space beside him, gesturing you to sit. “Now, what is it?”

You plopped your cheek on his blanketed shoulder, resigned as you handed him a familiar velvet box, embarrassingly admitting to his wry amusement as he opened it up.

“It's a duplicate of the locket I gave Toru on his birthday. They're a matching set. Sorry I couldn't come up with something else for you but I really didn't know what could top it — mmph!”

His giant sculpted hand covered your mouth mid rambling, his almond eyes crinkled with mirth.

“It's perfect.”

You snorted a bit behind his palm, gently pulling his giant hand down with both yours, caressing and playing with his fingers. “Toru said the exact same thing.”

His fingers grasped your chin to tilt your face for him to peck your lips. Your nose. Your eyelids. Just all over your face, in general.

“Because it's pure fact. For it symbolizes the moment Satoru and I realized you're the one we've been waiting for.”

God he has such a way with words.

“Care to help me put it on?”

You did with such care, gasping as he pulled you down right after, falling across his lap, giggling and kicking your feet as his Cheshire grin greeted you with even more kisses peppering all over your bashful face.

“Thank you for the gift, love.” His genuinity made his eyes shine brighter to you.

Your nose brushed his as the early rise of the sun caught your gazes, making your snowy grounds sparkle. “Happy birthday Sugu.”

“Hey! No fair leaving me out of the love fest!”

That familiar raspy voice complained as lean long arms draped across Geto's blanketed shoulders and your cradled form as Gojo plopped down beside him, hair disheveled and pajamas wrinkled but his sleepy smiling face was elevated by the sunrise glow.

“Well old timer? How's 34 treating ya so far?”

“You're a year older, idiot.”

“Ah but Suguru, 30s are the new 20s. At least that's what our precious kids tell me, anyway.”

“You're both still quite knockouts~” Your shy compliment made them both blush red but Gojo laughed heartily.

“Ya see~? Darling’s got the best taste.” Taking the locket in his hand to see it up close with sentiment, Gojo's eyes twinkled, smitten. “She chose us, after all.”

You kissed Suguru's cheek while Satoru kissed the other, nuzzling his beaming face into Suguru who couldn't suppress his soft laughter. “Suguru, thank you. For everything you do.”

“Thank you for your empathy, your support, your guidance.” You confess warmly, smooching him to see him fluster.

“And for being the best partner in all walks of life.” Satoru's thankfulness spoke volumes, kissing him smoldering.

“God you're both sappy.” Suguru's breathy chuckle only elevated how warm and fluttery and thankful he felt inside for you both. “The feeling’s mutual.”

You three spent a while just sitting there, cuddling close together, just taking in the fresh air and the gorgeous start to this special day.

[jujutsu-archives]

Threesome! Suguru x fem reader x Gojo under the cut NSFW! Thanks to @xazse for inspiring this! (Just realized it's not actually a threesome)

"Just admit it, Satoru. You like her too." Suguru says as the two walk to your room on campus.

"I do not!" Satoru yells back.

"Oh? So I didn't hear you jerking off to that video I sent you of us fucking?" Suguru smirks.

Satoru blushes hard "you hot your ear to my door or are the walls that damn thin?!"

Suguru chuckles. "Regardless, we put together a surprise for you." He says while knocking on your door.

Satoru seems confused until you answer the door is sexy black lingerie. He stares at you. Then at Suguru.

"Really, Suguru?" He growls.

You simply smirk and take Satoru's hand, leading them both inside. Once in, you sit Satoru down and straddle him with a shit eating grin on your face.

"You look eager to cheat." Satoru pouts, trying to hide his horniness.

"Now, now, it's not cheating. I gave her permission to brat tame you." Suguru smirks too, taking a seat at your computer table.

"Brat tame ME?! SHE'S the brat!" Satoru yells.

"Shut up, Toru." You say while removing his penis from his pants. Satoru was already hard as a rock and dripping precum. You start to slowly rub his cock.

"Who're you tell'n ta.... Shut up...ah..." Satoru moans and leans back.

"That's what I thought~" you giggle.

Of course, Satoru didn't take too kindly to those words and throws you on to the bed on your back.

"That's what you what now?" Satoru pushes his lengthy cock inside you as you let out a loud moan.

"Aw, sounds like that felt good." Satoru laughs as he starts thrusting.

"So tell me, ah, do I feel better than Suguru?" Satoru asks as he presses into your cervix with his soft head.

You moan, sounding like a cat in heat. "Nuuuuuu, you're both too different, ah! Sugu has the girth but, oh! you have the length."

Satoru picks up speed, thrusting sloppily into your heated cunt as Suguru watched, intrigued by both of you.

"Suguru!" You cry out. "It's ok if I cum, right?" You ask.

"Of course, baby."

Satoru growls as he really grinds into you. It's as if he's silently demanding your attention.

Suddenly you cry out and your pussy tightens around Satoru's already sensitive cock.

"Ah! Shit!" He cries out before shoving himself all the way in and riding out both of your orgasms, his cum flowing directly into your womb.

Satoru thrusts a few more times before he collapses beside you, panting just as hard.

"I....huff.... Hate both... Huff... Of you..." Satoru puffs.

"Oh please, how long are you going to Fein ignorance?" Suguru laughs.

Satoru pouts as Suguru checks on you and prepares you for after care.

"That was good..." You murmur as he cleans you up.

"So. Still hate her?" Suguru asks Satoru.

"Yeah... Maybe.............." Satoru blushes.

Suguru hums as he picks you up and prepares you for your bath.

"....... No....." Satoru says, thinking Suguru can no longer hear him.

Suguru simply chuckles and places you in the warm water.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

Geto Suguru.

Valentines day on a trip abroad. Beach view. Hectic 🌶️ night. And some heartwarming aftercare? I dont know. Something about Geto splitting you in two and then gently putting the pieces back together give me butterflies. Hope you enjoy. Thank youuu so muuuch. 🧡. Q.

God, I'm going to be thinking of this man violating me in unspeakable ways just to tenderly rebuild me for weeks now. thank you!! this came out a little fluffier than I was expecting but honestly? I'm not complaining lol.

Now Presenting...

Starring Suguru Geto in a hotel suite

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” you asked, smiling at the view from your hotel room’s balcony. The stars were glittering over the water and the moon was full over the beach, creating a truly breathtaking view.

“Mmm,” Suguru hummed into your neck, his arms wrapped around you from behind. “”It’s pretty, yeah. But not nearly as pretty as you..” He purred, causing you to chuckle. You swore you had the cheesiest boyfriend in the world. 

“I gotta say, thank you again for planning this whole trip for us.” You said, turning in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, summoning a charming smile to his face. “It’s a little more extravagant than what I’m used to for Valentine's day honestly, but I’m having a lot of fun!”

“Nothing is too extravagant for you my dear.” Suguru purred, pulling you closer. “It’s our first Valentine's day together, I wanted it to be special.” he said, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. You pulled him closer to you, deeper into the kiss. It was a soft, tender moment. His hand came to rest on the side of your face as the kiss gained in intensity. He pulled you closer to him. He started to lift you up before you pulled away from him. He leaned back in for a second kiss, only to be dodged by you.

“Now now Sugu,” You laughed, untangling yourself from him, “Out on the balcony where everyone can see? Isn’t that a little cheap?” You asked, making your way inside. 

“You're right,” Geto said, closing the balcony door as he followed in behind you. It didn’t take long for his hands to find you again, pulling you into his arms. “For a show that good, we should at least charge.” you laughed at his joke, leaning into the warmth that radiated off of him.

“Oh please, you couldn’t stand the thought of someone else seeing me naked, even if it was while you we’re fucking me.” He grimaced at your statement.

“Look at you, right again.” He confirmed, placing his hand under your chin. “You’re so smart.” he said, pulling you into yet another heated kiss. He pulled your body close to his, and instinctively you melted into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand tangling into his hair. You moaned softly into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body, leaving sparks of electricity in their wake. Funny, even after 8 months together, his touch still gave you goosebumps.

“Sug..” You muttered softly as he moved from kissing your mouth to kissing your neck, surly with intent to leave quite the mark. His hands moved down to squeeze your thighs. You got the message. You braced yourself on his shoulders and hopped into Sugurus arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist for extra security as he took you to the bed. He laid you down and grinned.

“You look beautiful tonight Princess.” He purred. His hands found the hem of your shirt, and he waited for you to nod approvingly before taking it off. You never got over the look on Sugurus face when he took your top off. Like he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life, even if he was seeing it for the 100th time. Sometimes it made you self conscious just how intensely he looked at you. 

Lucky for you though, Tonight he had other plans. He Started to kiss down your body, slowly. From your neck, to your chest, to your stomach to your hips, all the while multitasking to get your pants off. Once past that barrier, he kissed up from your knee to your inner thigh, and finally placing a kiss on your clothed folds. You moaned out softly, your hands going to grab his hair. “Sug, please..” You moaned softly.

“Please what princess?” Your boyfriend asked, encouraging you to use your big girl words. 

“I need you Sir…” You begged.

“Need me to do what?” He asked as he kissed you again. was being cruel. You groaned in frustration. 

“Will you please eat my pussy Sir?” You asked, squirming under him for some friction. He grinned, satisfied with that answer, he finally pulled your panties off. He placed a teasing kiss on your folds, holding you down as you squirmed under him.

“Hold still Princess. Unless you want me to stop?” he threatened.

“No!” you yelped, “No, no, I’ll be good!”

“That's what I thought.” Suguru hummed as he went back to work, his tongue working expert circles into your clit. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He had barely touched you and yet you were soaking wet with anticipation. It was just one of the many reasons he loved you, how eager you were. 

You moaned out and fought the urge to buck your hips as he slid two fingers into you, curling them up and slowly working you open. His mouth continued to work at your clit as his fingers rubbed against your g spot, and it didn’t take long for a welcome not to form in your stomach. You tugged at his hair. “I’m close Sir..” You whimpered.

Instantly Geto pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head as you whined out in frustration. “What's wrong baby girl?” He asked, throwing his shirt to the floor, “You didn’t really think you would be cumming on anything other than my cock on this trip, right?” He teased. He quickly took off his pants and straddled you, pumping his cock to make a show of it. 

“Sirrr…” You moaned, desperate to feel him inside of you again. When it came to Suguru, you often felt like an addict in need of your next fix. You needed him inside of you. 

“Come on Princess, you know the rules. Beg.” Suguru grinned, condescension dripping off of him like thick venom. 

“Ohh, fuck, please fuck me sir! Please, I need to feel your cock inside of me, I need you to fuck me sir, please!” you sounded way more desperate than you were willing to admit. But, it seemed to satisfy your boyfriend. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He teased as he pushed into you and fuck. No matter how many times you had done this, you felt like you’d never adjust. His cock stretched you out in the most perfect ways, ripping you apart at the seams, and right at you thought it would be too much, he bottoms out, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck, you���re so tight.” He moans, setting a brutal pace into you. With every movement he makes you see stars. One of his hands comes down to massage expert circles into your clit. Your blood becomes thick with ecstasy as you moan out his name. Lost in everything that was Suguru Geto. “You feel so good Princess,” He pants as he folds you into a mating press. You scream out his name, your legs wrapping around his waist and nails digging into his shoulders. 

In the new position every movement he makes he’s stroking at your g-spot and you know you're not going to last much longer. “Sug, I’m close-!” you announce. The stars start to fill your vision as your brain floods your body with dopamine. Every single nerve ending feels like it’s been lit on fire, and electricity fills you as the knot in your stomach snaps.

Suguru isn’t far behind, your convulsing pussy bringing him to his end. A string of curses and praises leaves him as he cums deep inside you and rides you both out through your highs. “Fuck, you feel so good baby girl.” He moans softly. You whine as he pulls out, suddenly feeling empty. Suguru smiled lovingly at you, kissing your forehead as he helped you set up. “Come on love.” He whispered, taking you to the bathroom to tenderly clean you up.

Once you're back in bed, he leaves one more time to grab you a water bottle, bringing it to you already open. “Do you need anything else darling?” He asked as you took a long sip off the bottle.

“Cuddles?” You asked as you tightened the cap, placing the bottle on the nightstand. Suguru smiled at the simple request, pulling you into his arms as he laid you both down.

“Of course love,” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head lovingly. “Anything for you.” the two of you turned to face the window, curtains still open. “The view really is pretty from here, huh?” You mumbled sleepily as you stared at the giant moon.

“Mmhmm,” Ghetto confirmed, kissing the back of your neck. “But not as pretty as you my darling.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Sorry to bombard ur inbox but that response gave me a thought 😭😭 cult leader!geto and sorcerer!reader both being in battle except at one point you get injured enough to completely black out and he finds you somehow and is like “oh no :( pookie injured” and then hes just like oh well i have to take them home!!! To heal them!!! (That isn’t him trying to justify literally kidnapping you he probably just actually wants to heal you) so you wake up in his cult confused as fuck because the last thing you remember is passing out from blood loss and he’s just sitting cross legged smiling at you with complete and utter adoration in his eyes like “:) I made u tea” and hes laid you down somewhere so comfortable, all your wounds are tended to, and he’s completely aware that you probably want to kill him but he’s like. Oh do u want soup. I can get you soup. And just leaves the room and pats your head SHJASHAHSH HE DOES NO WRONG!!! HES THE MOTHER EVER — stsg anon :ppp

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR LEAVING UR LOVELY THOUGHTS IN MY INBOX this made me so SOFT stsg anon 🥺🥺 i know i keep saying this but u Get me. this is Him. the only mother ever.

no because this is the greatest thing i’ve heard in my life???? u NEED to write this fic stsg anon i am so emotional. POOKIE INJURED… :(((( i think the most twisted thing abt cult leader!geto is that he will fully act like nothing’s wrong. like you aren’t on opposite sides. he loves you and he doesn’t hide it!! he still just wants you to be safe & cared for!!! i feel like since he wasn’t able to tend to you after he left the school he probably overcompensates when he has you in his cult…. because he hasn’t been able to for so long and it’s been making him so sad 🥺🥺 silly little guy. sappy little loser. he’s just itching to give you that princess treatment because you’re hurt and you need him and internally he’s just kicking his feet and giggling like a schoolgirl <3333 he’s actually so babygirl it’s making me feel sick.

AAAAA AND HIM MAKING U TEA AND SOUP 😭😭😭😭😔😔😔 stsg anon do u want me to die. HE’S SOOO SWEET HE’S SO GIDDY TO HAVE YOU THERE??? gazing at you fondly while you sleep…. sitting CROSSLEGED the first thing that popped into my brain was this:

he’s so……… notice how there’s so much space in his lap??? that’s for us specifically stsg anon. PHDJD BUT GENUINELYYY that’s such a perfect scenario i’m so obsessed HE’S SO FUNNY???? he took you to his CULT and he’s just like oh are you comfortable here?? is it chilly??? i can go get you a blanket ^_^ he’s soooo boyfriend? so Wife?? i am always thinking abt how happy and silly he was in jjk 0 when he was abt to meet his family… ”i’m sooo happy it’s been so long since we were all together <333 let’s take a selfie for the memories <3333” he’s such a mom i love him so much 😭😭

ohhhh this was such a treat im eating it happily :33 i am sending u sm love stsg anon …. sending it telepathically through the sugu hivemind…… hope u have such a lovely day today!! or night!!!! pls never ever hesitate to send more sugu thoughts they give me sm joy to read <333

[hangesbabymomma]

₊˚⊹ “Be good for me.”

warnings/content - p in v, no protection (safety first always y’all), small mentions of rough sex, smut w no plot, pet names (darling, baby) // pairing - geto suguru x fem!reader

summary - geto knows you like it when he hits the right spot so he uses that opportunity to tease you a bit about it

Geto’s hands gripped onto the soft fat on your waist, giving you slow, deep, passionate strokes as you let out sweet moans. He bent down and gave you a passionate open mouth kiss, your tongues fighting for dominance while both of your pants and moans mixed together. His movements began speeding up causing you to moan louder when you felt his cock tip hit your g-spot.

“Aww, does my baby like it when I hit it like that? Keep being good f’me and I’ll keep hitting it just the way you like,” Geto cooed, his lips going from your face to your neck. Your moans slowly became more desperate sounding as you glided your hands through his hair, practically begging your lover to give you more.

“Pleaseee Sugu… ah fuck.. give it to me please..” You whined and begged. Geto heard your pleads but he wasn’t letting up. Instead he slowed down, teasing the spot you wanted him to abuse. You let out a whine of frustration as a response to his action.

“Unt unt, darlin’. what did I say?” Geto asked, lifting his head from your neck so he could look you in the eyes.

“Be good..” You answered, your voice becoming desperate.

“That’s right. I need you to be good f’me so I can give you want you want. Can you do that?” Geto asked, his pants becoming apparent as he kept that same slow and teasing pace. Even though you were a little annoyed at the teasing you nodded and decided to try and get over it. Knowing Geto, if you continued to show signs of irritation he’d probably continue teasing you or worse, stop completely. Geto began to move just a bit faster again, the feeling of his dick almost reaching your g-spot making you bite your bottom lip to hold back another whine.

“Think it’s time to give you want you want, hm?” He planted a few kisses on your chest before he began to speed back up, his hips snapping into you at a rough pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let out more moans and quiet curses under your breath. He chuckled at your reaction, his hands gripping onto you some more before he started fucking you in a rough manner. Your moans turned into gasps and whimpers as you pulled on your boyfriend’s long black hair.

“I can’t do all the work now can I? C’mon baby, play with yourself for me.” Geto rasped, his panting becoming heavier. With no questions asked, you used your free hand to reach down and rub circles around your puffy clit. Your back arched off of the bed, the feeling of both your boyfriend abusing your sweet spot along with you rubbing yourself making the pleasure almost overwhelming.

“Sugu I’m so close..! I’m so fucking close..!” You cried out.

“Mhm, I know, baby, I know. just a little longer m’kay? I’m almost there…” Geto took one of his hands off your waist, moving it up to your breast as he grabbed it and circled your nipple. You were completely fucked out at this point you couldn’t even form full sentences if you tried.

“Gonna cum.. want me to fill you up? Want me to cum all inside of you? Hm?” He asked in his low velvety tone. You nodded and before you know it you felt him thrust into your cunt with a couple more rough pumps as he let all his cum spill out inside of you. You let out one final loud moan, feeling yourself release.

“Good job, baby..” He muttered before planting kisses along your neck and cheek.

a/n: I wrote this late at night💀 needed to get this idea out before I forgot🤭

[thegetoufather]

AN EXERCISE IN RESTRAINT • SUGURU GETOU

suguru getou x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni, smut, 18+, fem dom, bondage, cock ring, oral (m!recieving), snowballing, AU where getou is a non evil teacher

a/n: ive been called thegetoufather and this is my first getou fic HEHEHE better later than never, much love to my betas @dilfphobes & @karikarasuno for indulging in my getou brain rot and @whats-her-quirk my fem dom möther who gave this the final stamp of approval and cemented my confidence in this.

Suguru’s been huffing since he stepped into the door.

He breezes past you in the kitchen, the usual greeting squeeze of your hips traded for a heated breath.

He’s angry, if the way he isn’t taking it out on the green onions isn’t making it obvious enough. The grip he has on the knife is tighter than normal, the thud of the metal against the wood ringing across the walls. You turn your attention away from the stove momentarily to slip your arms around his waist as you press your cheek into his back.

“What’s wrong, Suguru?”

He grunts in response.

“Mmmm,” you hum, “You said so much, I know exactly how to help now.”

“It’s Satoru,” he sighs. “He interfered with my lesson again.”

“What did he say?”

“He challenged the concept of strength. It’s not all about sheer power or skill, as he inserted. There’s more to it that I was trying to teach, but he overrode it to take everyone to play baseball.”

“And what do you feel it is?” You push.

“Patience. Power gathers when we learn when we can sit back and judge when it needs to be used, and how much we need to expend when.”

“So strength comes from restraint?”

“Exactly!” Getou states, turning around to look at you. “Satoru is born with skill, his methods won’t work for everyone.”

You nod, the start of a smile tugging on your lips. Getou’s eyebrow quirks when he notices, hand coming up to cup your chin so he can get a better look at the mischief dancing in your eyes.

“What are you grinning about here?”

“Nothing!” You defend, “Just wondering about how you yourself practice restraint, that’s all.”

“Meditation. Breath Training. There’s a list of several other things but practicing control has allowed me to expand the forms my manipulated curses can take.”

“And since you’re Mr. Meticulous and Controlled at Jujustu Techinical, you let that facade go when you bend me over the couch when you’ve barely taken two steps into our house?”

It’s hard to stifle your laugh now. You’ve always known that Suguru’s teaching style has been different from the way he behaves with you — commanding a stern respect from his students that extends to you when you visit him for lunch. That same dominance has bled into the bedroom several times, but restraint has hardly ever been involved.

Getou cracks a weak smile in response. “Can’t help it when you look that good in your little apron when I walk in.” You receive that overdue squeeze to your hips, his hands ghosting further to the fat of your ass to bring you closer, but you extend your hand to his chest to stop him.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Thought you loved it when I took you when I pleased.”

“I do, I just think, perhaps tonight, maybe it could be something similar to one of your lessons.”

The bedroom is dimly lit with the flickering candles that rest on the side tables, the warm orange glow illuminating the sweat that's starting to bead on Suguru’s bound form.

Hard planes of muscle stretch against the purple binds that hold him to the chair you have set out in the middle of the room. His chest is heaving, he’s desperate, forced to watch you take your time as you reapply that shade of crimson for what feels like the 7th time.

“How are you feeling, Sugu?” You call from the bathroom, pressing your lips together to let the color set in.

Terrible, he wants to say. Needy, he wants to yell. You’ve kept him waiting long enough, and each step you take causes the lilac babydoll to swish ever so slightly against the contours of your body — and he swears each move you make his cock throb against his abdomen.

You lean forward to kiss him, cradling his face as you press wine-violet lip marks across alabaster cheekbones before finally slotting your mouth against his. He’s desperate, tongue slipping into your mouth the first opportunity he gets in a fleeting attempt to get some taste of you.

But that’s where you pull back, moving away to grab the items you’ve set out on the bed next to him. You pour a generous amount of lube in your hands, swirling the lube between your fingertips before you wrap your hand around his aching cock.

His thighs twitch with every shallow pump you give him, just so excited to finally being touched, but little does he know, he’s just being prepped.

You swear you can hear him whimper when your touch leaves him, and it only makes the fabric of your thong start to stick to your crotch.

“I’m not leaving you, Sugu,” you coo, “Just getting ready to add a little more fun.” You hold up the black cock ring between manicured nails, slipping the soft silicone over his flared head.

Getou moans as he feels the ring move down his shaft, voice cracking slightly when it's snug against the dark curls at the base.

You pause to admire your handiwork, watching the veins begin to come to life against the velvety skin. It’s the first time in all the times you’ve knelt before him that you’ve seen the pride that lights his dark irises disappear, replaced with absolute wanton need, and you are damn well sure that you’re going to savor every second of it.

You wrap your hand around him softly, the feel of the smooth skin of your palm nearly making Getou keen. He can see that you’re getting off on his misery, so he bites his bottom lip to hold in the noises he wants to let out.

He fails instantly, the second shallow pump tugging an “oh” from his mouth, and you smirk because you’ve got him where you want him, tightening your grip as you continue to move. Each stroke makes him let out a choked sob, his skin to pull against his abs in the process. You pause when your thumb reaches his head, trading moving your wrist for tight circles around his slit. Getou’s back arches off the chair with the motion, pushing his cock further into your touch as he whines, babbling nonsense that you know is simply pleading for more. He’s getting impatient, you can feel it in the way his thighs twitch around you, so you look up at him and hold his gaze while you remove your hand, watching the initial sense of relief crumble as he realizes your touch is gone.

“N-n-no, p-please, plea-” His begging gets cut short with a swift slap to his cock, Getou nearly jumping off of his seat. The ties keep him in place, but the chair lifts off the ground, silence befalling the room once more as the legs land back on the hardwood.

“Who is in charge tonight, Sugu?” you ask sternly.

“Y-you.”

“And what did we say tonight was about?”

“Patience.”

“Good boy,” you praise, leaning forward till you were inches away from the angry head of his cock. “Do you want me to suck you off?”

Getou nods furiously, the feel of your breath against him driving him insane. Patience be damned, he needs you, and he’s willing to play along if it means it means relief.

You maintain eye contact as you part your lips, wrapping softly around him as you start to move forward down his length. The timbre of the groan he lets out is ringing in your ears, and you can start to feel your panties stick to your folds. He’s so thick you can feel it splitting you, spit starting to trickle down from the corner of your mouth as you breathe through your nose and push forward. He’s finally hit the back of your throat, your lips now pressed against the ring. Getou is a sight from this angle, face all flushed and heady, inky black hair falling loose from its top knot. You bat your eyelashes before you pull back, beginning to bob up and down with a steady rhythm that gets him groaning your name like a symphony once more.

With each time you press against his pelvis, you leave a wine lip mark against the silicon ring that’s keeping him this hard, almost as a thank you to the toy that’s let you play with him for this long. He’s putty in your hands, but you can feel him starting to reach the end of your little game, so you reach over to brush your thumb along the seam of his balls, and he swears, spilling into your mouth. With the way you’ve been teasing him, there’s just so much, the milky white starts to slip past the seal of your lips. So you open your mouth and press his shaft to your tongue, giving him a perfect view of you milking him dry.

You hold it in your mouth as you rise off your bruised knees, straddling Getou’s waist as you rake your fingers through his hair. He looks up at you with half lidded eyes and a panting mouth as you till his head back, letting you slip your thumb past his lips as you open his jaw. He knows what’s about to happen, he’s done it to you several times before, so he leans into your kiss, anticipating the mix of seed and saliva that’s going to fall on his tongue. He takes it all in obediently, relishing in the way you push it into his mouth, nothing but admiration in his eyes as you finally pull back once it's all done.

“Perhaps,” he manages between breaths, “Perhaps patience is a virtue I enjoy practicing here too.”

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[getouswh0re]

Howdy!! Could I request Yandere Gojo and Geto from jjk, with a special-grade sorcerer reader? Ty in advance, I really like your writing!✨

an; thank you for the love ˊᗜˋ💕 here are some drabbles for them separately, hope you liked it :3

warnings; yandere, gore, blood, unhealthy relationships, obsessive behaviour. do not condone such actions in real life, and please kindly read at your own discretion.

THE night was quiet, almost serene, totally at odds with the glowering menace in Geto’s eyes. Gone was the subtle gentleness in those inky slits you had grown to adore; in its place, inscrutable darkness bore holes into the back of your skull as you shuddered beneath the curse user’s glare.

It was still Geto in the flesh: the same face, unique hairstyle and robes he’d wear just like any other day. Yet it was no longer the special-grade sorcerer whom you once knew and loved. You never knew what caused such a drastic change in him; all you wished for, was for the old Geto to return, hoping that all of this was none other than another nightmare.

“Suguru? W-What are you doing at my door? It’s already late, you should be taking some rest ...” A hint of dismay — maybe sadness, ghosted his expression when the raven picked up the quivers in your tone. Nonetheless, a gentle smile adorns his face, emerging from the shadows to reveal himself as the raven explained himself.

“Why? Can’t I come and visit you?” He cocked his head, a playful smirk evident. Geto never ceased to make your heart flutter; perhaps it was his flirtatious nature and mellow personality that drew you towards him, but even after being one of his closest friends for a long time, at times you felt like you couldn’t understand him at all, with this being one of the occurrences.

You chortled, about to invite the raven into your apartment when warning bells started to ring incessantly in your head, warning you that there was something awry about him once you caught a glimpse at his clothes imbrued with crimson splatters.

“Sugu ... what is that on your clothes?”

“Oh this? Satoru splashed me with red paint, it’s not much of a big deal.” You knew he was lying, instantly picking up the revolting metallic stench from the stains. Dread filled your mind while you staggered back, keeping a distance from the male who gave you a perplexed look in return.

“You and I know a smell like this isn’t red paint ...” Trying to be as calm as you could, you retracted a step backwards with every stride Geto took. “Be honest with me. What on earth have you done?”

“Sharp as ever, y/n.” A condescending look took over as Geto finally revealed his true colours. “The world needs to change. All these monkeys are the reasons why curses exist. They can’t even control their cursed energy properly, and we sorcerers have to battle with death every time a curse poses as a threat to them. Their ignorance is revolting in its core, and I believe to make the world a better place, it would be better off to remove all of them out of sight. Don’t you agree —“

“What the fuck are you thinking?” Unable to withhold your seething rage, you snapped at the curse user. “This isn’t what sorcerers should do! What you are doing is of no difference from a brutal murderer Geto! I can’t fucking believe you!”

“How can you think of me like they y/n? That hurts my heart you know.”

Before you could even scream, he was already inches away, blood-stained hands caressing your cheeks tenderly as if you were made of fragile glass. “I just want to make life easier, there’s no need for us to put our lives at stake every time we exorcise curses. Right? We could be enjoying peaceful days together, free from the dangers of this world ...”

“Stop! Your delusions are sick, this isn’t you at all Geto! I don’t know what is wrong with your brain, but it’s never too late to turn back —“

Suddenly, your vision darkened — your consciousness sinking into a bottomless void as the raven carried you in a bridal style, the two of you vanishing into the tenebrosity of the night.

“And I thought you were the only one who’d understand me ... love.” He shook his head in disapproval, but the disappointment in his eyes were eventually replaced with glee as Geto stared at your limp figurine in his arms.

“But don’t worry, what needs to be done will be done. For our sake, for our future together.”

EVERYTHING would always be uglier up close.

At first glance, one might find Gojo Satoru a perfect man: with talent, looks and wealth all in one package. Men envy the greatest sorcerer of all time, and women grovel at his feet, desperate for a sprinkle of the man’s attention. Despite living the life everyone dreams to be in, the heir of the Gojo clan couldn’t care less about how the world spins around his axis. For the sorcerer has his eyes set on something much more worthy of his time and effort. 

He is a man of determination, willing to achieve his goals with whatever means possible — even resorting to dirtying his own hands. It is such an irony that underneath the charming façade, such a disgusting soul exists.

“For the last time Satoru, I am not interested in dating anybody.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, you politely shoved the lavish presents piling up at your front door back into the man’s arms. 

“I feel really flattered that you have feelings for me, I truly do. But I’m sure you know as sorcerers, we fight with death every day. If there is any regret that I’d dread to have ... it would be to leave everything I love behind. And I would rather die alone than leave my partner suffering on their own.” 

“That’s what I love about you y/n.” 

A loving sigh slipping from his tongue, Gojo took a step forward, cupping your face with utter delicacy. Yet you felt more than revolted by his sudden intimacy, struggling to writhe away from his tightening grip.

“You are always so kind, so considerate ... something I cannot find in anyone else other than you. But think about it sweetheart! You and I are both special-grade sorcerers, but I can protect you from the curses — at the same time giving you the moon and stars. We could move in together, you wouldn’t even need to work anymore. Why make your life harder when I could simply provide for you? Seriously —” 

“S-Satoru, I hate to tell you this but you’re pushing the boundaries right now.” Trying to reason with the sorcerer, you spoke with a harsher tone, praying that Gojo would get the hint and respect your choices. “You’re out of your mind! And why would you force 

Nonetheless, your words fell on deaf ears. 

“Now this is not how you should react when someone offers you their heart and soul.” The light in his cerulean eyes darkened, cyan hues glimmering beneath the penumbra of nightfall. “And I know you are a smart young woman, so you’d come to realise what is in your best interest. I really don’t want to do this to you y/n; but if you are trying to push me away from your life again, I would have to keep you to my side — the hard way.” 

With that, he pulled down his blindfold.

You were aware of how dangerous Infinite Void was; still, experiencing it first-hand was one hell of a terrifying experience. Fleeting images flashed across your vision as if all of this was in fastforward motion, depicting your fate in the past along with future. As certain blurred vestiges showed up, your heart sank in indescribable despair; moments of you and none other than Gojo were portrayed — blood splattered across the labyrinth of streets in Tokyo, your trembling hands intertwined with his, platinum bands wrapped around both of your ring fingers, adorable kids that were exact replicas of both of you. At this point, you could feel the will to fight back dwindling to fickle embers. 

No matter what you did, Gojo would always find his way back to you.

Even if he had to tear the world apart with his hands. 

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Nothing but the Best

Author’s note: hello my dears! Sorry for not updating the past few days. I travel a lot for work and the circumstances lately made it difficult for me to update as much as I wanted. Although I did get enough inspiration to write this chapter. I come back to you with some juicy lemony goodness ;)

Minors DNI

Warning: NSFW content, mildly non con at the beginning, emotional sex, hurt, comfort and angst.

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Blinding jealousy was the only thing that could describe how Satoru felt. Boiling in his blood, licking flames of rage through his body.

Betrayal… his best friend, holding his wife’s hand as he walked her back home. Not only that! Suguru went in with YOU! In your apartment! As if this was the most normal thing in the world!

Did you invite him to stay the night? Did you both plan this ahead of time?

Warping to the top of the building next to yours he continued to watch from his position as you turned on the lights in your apartment. Setting your bag on the counter, taking off your shoes and jacket. Suguru followed you in taking off his shoes and walking into the kitchen after you.

Gojo saw you both laughing and talking like you always did. You were at ease, immersed in your own world… completely forgetting about Satoru.

Did the kiss from last night mean nothing to you?

“What the fuck is going on?!” He groaned removing his blindfold; now fully observing and analyzing every single detail of what you two were doing using his six eyes.

Gojo didn’t want to miss a thing.

He focused on you, your reactions, the way you smiled, the way you acted, your heartbeat, the tone of your voice and… that bright and warm halo of happiness surrounding you while in Suguru’s presence; the same halo that last night was cold for Satoru. All of your smiles, all of your warmth and kindness were dedicated to Suguru.

Satoru’s frayed nerves and chaotic mind debated wether he should warp there and steal you away (… of course then proceed to fuck your into oblivion, fill you with his cum to the brim until you knew there was no other man for you other than your husband) OR keep watching and see how far you would go.

As angry as he was right then, he had to remind himself that Suguru and you had always been very close. It wasn’t uncommon for Geto fo visit you and have dinner with you to keep you company whenever Satoru wasn’t around due to his work or even have dinner together all three of you. This wasn’t ‘abnormal’ per say. The difference was that NOW you ‘thought’ you were not Satoru’s anymore (the operational word being ‘thought’)Geto’s presence never bothered him before… until now.

Taking a deep breath Satoru saw you walking towards your bedroom. His hands trembled in anticipation.

Were you going to sleep with Suguru?

He walked along the edge of his rooftop following your movements inside until you stopped in front of your room. Suguru moved closer to you and Satoru almost snapped. Lifting his hand to use his cursed technic against his best friend he saw how you both hugged and after you placed a kiss on his cheek you bid him goodnight. You pulled back and Satoru sighed in relieve but then Suguru was the one that leaned in and kissed your lips. Satoru was as shocked as you were but you managed to recover faster than he did since you returned Suguru’s embrace for what felt like an eternity. Finally when you separated, Geto and you exchanged a couple words and after another hug he walked out of your room closing the door behind him.

Satoru’s eyes had been open like saucers while the exchange took place, he released a breath he didn’t know have been holding. He saw you turn around and touch your lips with a blush on your cheeks.

He lost his fucking mind right then.

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After coming back home Suguru and you talked about the latest shows you were watching and the movies you wanted to watch so you could catch up. A couple jokes about your gory tastes in movies and series after and you were both ready to turn in for the day.

“So! You wanna do a ‘The Walking Dead’ marathon?” You asked with a smirk “sure doll, we can do that tomorrow. You have the morning free right?” Asked Suguru. Sunday mornings were your ‘me’ time since your instructor didn’t work on Sundays “yes I do!” You answered with a big grin. You felt like a kid and the sensation filled you with happiness.

Now that Suguru was here you felt so different, as if you had been numb but now you could feel again.

A yawn cut your next sentence making Suguru chuckle “come on sleepy head, you and I are both whipped” you complied with a sleepy smile and walked down the hall.

Geto stopped in front of your room and gave you one of his characteristic big bear hugs. He was so tall and muscular, you felt surrounded by warmth and muscles everywhere. The fresh and crisp scent of his citrus cologne and detergent made your stomach do a little flip. The intimacy and trust you felt with him reminded you that you were not alone.

It had been easy to bury yourself physically and emotionally in your work but now that Suguru was with you, it reminded you that despite of how tough things got, you would always count on him.

Reluctantly you both pulled back, his Adam’s apple at eye level with you made you swallow. When you looked back into his eyes you found his trailing on your lips before they moved up to meet your e/c eyes.

There was a growing tension between the two of you, too strong and obvious to ignore.

Before, when you were with Satoru; Geto and you had ignored it but now there was nothing stopping either of you from acknowledging it. Sooner than anticipated your lips connected in a tender kiss. He was soft and kind, not demanding. He just wanted to comfort you but also let you know he wanted you, all in his sweet particular way.

You returned the kiss. It was inviting like a balm, it didn’t mean to mark and conquer but to soothe. His plump lips still tasted of wine. It made your mouth avid to taste more.

When you pulled away a blush covered your cheeks “good night Kitten” Suguru tells you with his deep baritone making a very pleasant tingling sensation run down your spine “good night Sugu” only then Geto leaves to go to his room across from yours.

The door closes behind you, all you can hear is your heart hammering away from within, you actually….enjoyed that kiss. It was so sweet, so tender… so soothing. Everything that Suguru was to you was poured in that single action. Touching your lips you start debating whether this was something good or something you should wait before pursuing.

Satoru didn’t sign your divorce, technically you were still married. Suguru didn’t deserve a half assed relationship with someone who doesn’t have her shit together.

You were still healing it was true, but… when Suguru kissed you, it made you feel safe…. Like you could let go and trust him.

Feeling guilty about it, you compared it to Satoru’s kiss from last night. It was impossible to deny there was still passion between you your husband and yourself. But then again physical intimacy was never the problem in your former relationship.

The thrill of the danger, of knowing nothing good would come out of it and despite it all your stubborn desire to immerse yourself in the ocean that was Gojo Satoru. Was what terrified you.

No… you couldn’t think about him that way. Not anymore.

With a sigh you decided it was time for bed. You turned around to head to the bathroom but your body connected with something hard and warm. Looking up you saw Satoru’s crystal blue eyes but before you could scream he covered your mouth with one hand while wrapping the other one around your waist. “Oh no no no no my love… none of that, we are not going to alert sweet Suguru about me, princess” the smirk that pulled at his lips made you shiver, it was predatory… maniac even.

Before your senses could register the change in the atmosphere you were warped away with Satoru. You screamed, but it was too late, you were not in your home anymore.

The lavish interiors of an elegant dim lit suite received you “what the fuck are you doing!?” You asked when he let you go, taking a step back breathing heavily “are you insane!?” You asked the white haired sorcerer who in answer only moved closer to you. The more you tried to get away the closer he got, until you were trapped between the wall and his towering 6’4 frame.

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“Now princess…. Just what were you and Suguru doing?hmm?” He asked with a terrifying grin that poorly attempted to disguise his anger. Moving his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Nothing of your concern!” You answered glaring at him, had he been spying on you? You tried to drop your body against the wall to escape from him but before you moved further than an inch down Satoru completely crushed your body with his “I am not done talking to you yet… my wife” he remarked making you ball your hands in fists. It annoyed and revolted you how he tried to use your ‘unfortunate’ marital status for leverage “I am your wife only on the paper… I don’t care what you think or say!” Satoru didn’t like your answer but his grin only broadened; grabbing your wrists and placing them on top of your head he held them with one of his large hands of dexterous fingers “you are right….” He started, giving you false hope “maybe it is time I remind you of your marital duties” your eyes opened wide but before you could attempt anything he kissed you. Fierce lips and teeth demanded your submission… this wasn’t a tender request… it was a display of dominance and possession.

You bit his lip trying to make him stop but Satoru took that as an invitation to grow bolder. His hand moved to your ‘V’ cut long sleeve top and ripped it right in the middle making you gasp; giving him the perfect opportunity to plunge his tongue in your mouth and intensify the kiss tenfold.

His free hand moved to your left breast squeezing the globe of warm flesh underneath. Groaning against your lips on approval, Satoru moved both his hands to your hips and using his inhuman strength he carried you across the room faster than you could tell and then threw you on the bed.

“Satoru… don’t do this! Are you mad?!” You asked in a trembling tone while scooting backwards on the bed in a miserable attempt at escaping him.

“Yes! I am! As a matter of fact… you are a good part of the reason why I am insane!” Grabbing one of your ankles he pulled you closer to him. Spreading your legs he laid on top of your body, giving you no chance to escape “SATORU STOP PLEASE!” You screamed but Satoru only focused on destroying the fabric of your jeans. He wanted all the obstacles between you to be gone! He wanted your clothes, your pain and Geto to be gone! So he could have you all to himself.

You tried to kick him but when you are struggling with the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his generation there was absolutely nothing your body could accomplish without his approval.

A part of yourself hated the fact that you were just as revolted as aroused at the moment. Was that combination even possible? On one hand you felt dirty because your husband was trying to force himself on you out of jealousy…. But on the other part… the dark and twisted one… you were aroused by his display of pure male dominance, by his suffocating desire to have you and only you.

It was hard to fight so many years of habit, of fantastic chemistry… of love.

You would have to be blind or stupid not to see that your husband had been obsessing over you since you left but….

What good could come out of it?

If you both gave into your primal desires and fucked each other’s brains out. Would that change anything about your broken and unhealthy marriage?

His hot mouth moved to your neck to nibble and suck on that spot right bellow your earlobe that he loved to abuse. A big bruising mark was left in place, but he wasn’t content with just that. He wanted to leave the brand of his desire painted on your skin, like a beacon for him and a warning for others.

As the minutes went by his attentions became less frantic, instead they turned more purposeful and tender.

You stopped moving altogether, not fighting him nor corresponding his affections and careful treatment of your body.

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Satoru pulled back for a moment to see you…. Only then it hit him like a train.

What the fuck was he doing? He looked at you and saw the tear trails that dried on your cheeks. Your top ripped in half displaying the soft skin of your breasts only covered by a bra.

“Y/N…” he whispered looking into your eyes. He caressed your cheek “I’m sorry… love” he mumbled trembling. “I’m so sorry…” a sob broke through his lips.

Did he…..? Did he…. almost forced you to have sex with him? How far had he gone in his endeavor to get you back by any means necessary? The notion that he almost…. Raped his wife made him sick.

He cried like a child. Wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face against your naked stomach; kneeling on the floor before the bed he crumbled to pieces. Repeating ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again. He was horrified with himself; he had done many questionable things in his life but this… took the cake. It made him a piece of shit! He didn’t deserve you! You were too good for someone as tainted as him. The dread that revelation brought made him cry harder.

He realized his obsession had been a result of the fear he was unwilling to admit having. The terror that made his insides coil. The absolute horror of losing yet another person he loved.

The fear of loosing you.

He had always been alone since he was a child. Satoru didn’t share much of his past with you but the few things you knew was that he had become an orphan at a very young age. He had to mature rapidly to overcome the obstacles of being a kid with so much power in the middle of a corrupt and outdated world of magic and intrigue.

Gojo always felt lonely, despite of how much he liked to mess around with people and play pranks on everyone. But you… had been one of the very few who got to see through his perfectly built facade and tell him the truth.

The night he told you he loved you was after you decided to stay with him in his apartment. He didn’t say or do anything particularly obvious but you somehow knew he didn’t want to be alone. He kept trying to fill the space with playful banter but you shut him up by hugging him and holding him tightly saying he didn’t have to explain anything all. That you would always be there for him, no matter what. It had been on the anniversary of the death of his parents.

Somehow, your empathetic and loving nature blindly guided you to stay with him and allow THE Gojo Satoru to be just…. human in your arms.

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As much as you wanted to hate him and resent him, seeing him in such a vulnerable state made your heart ache for him. Unable to stop yourself you caressed his platinum locks while he held onto you and cried begging for your forgiveness over and over again.

When Satoru calmed down he removed his head from your lap slowly, you have been crying along with him. Your fates leaded you both exactly where you were at. Every decision and mistake carved this painful path you walked now.

Looking into your eyes he moved closer as if he was afraid to scare you away, his face stopped just an inch away from yours, giving you the chance to reject his advances but instead of doing that you closed the distance that separated you both. You lips met and melted together in a desperate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, making him moan recognizing the intimate and passionate gesture he had missed for so long. He laid you back down again, climbing on top of you. His hands moving down to your waist in an attempt to feel you as close as possible, as if you were going to disappear in any moment.

Your legs wrapped around his waist when your tongues laced together and caressed each other; moans and sighs left your lips, filling Satoru’s ears and making his hands wander over the expanse of exposed skin.

Making him stand before you and between your legs his long sleeved black shirt was removed quickly, your admired his perfectly sculpted pale torso, this man has always been so… perfect; as if the gods themselves had decided to carve every inch of his person. Although, he did look skinnier, you knew he had not been really taking care of himself. The sight send a pang of pain to your heart. “Toru….” A little painful whisper abandoned your lips when you pulled him closer. Your mouth left a small path of kisses from his neck to the center of his chest, he gasped at the sweet and soothing action. Once more, your tenderness reminded him that he did not deserve you and yet he couldn’t come to make himself stop you. He needed you more than air to live.

Avid hands moved south of his stomach to undo his jeans and pull them down; a very vague part of your brain registered that you were now willingly doing this. Should you stop? Next to go were his boxers. He was standing naked in front of you.

His hardened cock stood between his legs with a small dribble of precum rolling down the reddened head.

He was an Adonis.

Looking into his eyes you saw the loving gaze laced with guilt in his cerulean orbs. You couldn’t stop, you didn’t want to.

He then helped you lay down to return the favor. His mouth kissed its way to the center of your breasts while his right hand undid your bra behind. Taking off the remains of your destroyed top along with your bra, next were the flimsy black lace panties that he rolled down your legs until you were fully naked before his eyes.

He was left speechless “you are so beautiful…” a goddess laid naked on his bed, with her inviting lips, glorious s/c skin, a halo of darker h/c hair around your head, perfect breasts and a pair of delectably shaped legs that he wanted wrapped around him.

How did he ever dare cheat on you? Not only your body was beautiful to him but your heart, you knew no boundaries when it came down to loving someone. You had given him everything and then some.

Kneeling before you he grabbed one of your legs and left kisses from the calf to the inner thigh. Placing it carefully over his shoulder he stopped for a moment to look in your eyes before his mouth delved between your thighs. He found your sweet pussy already wet and waiting for him to lavish his attentions. Like a starved man he licked your pussy, consuming everything you had to offer him. Your flavor coating his tongue made his stomach tight in delight, he recognized the addictive sweetness of your scent. Parting your lips with his tongue he penetrated your entrance with his tongue, going straight to the source. You screamed and he had to hold your hips so you wouldn’t pull away. He couldn’t let you go! Not now! Not ever!

Once he was satisfied he replaced his tongue with his fingers, pumping two digits in and out of your soaking entrance. His tongue looked for your clit and swirled around it, sucking at times and flicking at others. His reward were your screams, moans and sighs of pleasure. They were only for him and no one else.

“T… Toru… I’m gonna come”

“Come for me princess, give me all of you my love” Satoru asked quickly before his mouth returned to your slit and his thumb took care of the bundle of nerves at the top.

You screamed, arching your back when your orgasm washed over your body and completely overwhelmed your senses. Taking his time to taste and swallow your juices Satoru finally emerged from between your legs. Your eyes darkened with a desired that matched his.

Your arms inviting him to come closer encouraged him to lay on top of you after wiping his chin with his hands. Long legs surrounded his waist while you looked in each other’s eyes. “I love you…” he said at the same time he slid his cock inside you, slowly until he was fully sheathed and his balls slapped your ass, making you scream his name.

Satoru was not a small man by any means, taking all of his impressive length at once would have been impossible had he not prepared you beforehand. He knew it, so he moved slowly at the beginning, allowing you some time to adjust while he whispered sweet nothings on your ear.

The moment your legs pulled him closer and deeper he knew you were ready. Without a word he rocked his hips, retracting all the way until only the tip was left inside before he went all the way back in making you body jolt.

The rhythm was slow and purposeful at the beginning but as the minutes went by, the both of you became hungrier, more demanding, more… needy. Your hips met his thrust by thrust. The slapping of your skins intensified as did the moans.

Your tight and hot walls squeezed his cock so deliciously the man was having a tough time not behaving like an animal and rutting you through the mattress like a beast in heat. He wanted to show you he loved you.

He held both your hands in his, pushing them against the bed at both sides of your head. Looking into your eyes he moved deeper “I love you…” he said again and you couldn’t help but feel how the tears escaped your eyes “I love you too…” you admitted in a tiny voice that could barely be considered a whisper.

Satoru eliminated the distance between you both and kissed you, pouring his heart in that action. Your climax was close, he knew this so he angled his hips to continue pummeling your sweet spot while he drove you over the edge.

You came around his thick cock, your walls tightening around his member as if they never wanted go let go “I’m gonna come princess” he moaned and then with a few hard thrusts he spilled himself inside you, painting your walls with his cum.

Your worn out, sweaty bodies stayed still. Trying to recover. Satoru refused to remove himself from inside you.. Not yet, he wanted to savor this moment, the intimacy and the love he felt.

You didn’t protest, instead you did what you used to do back when you both were still together. Cradling his head between your breasts you stroked his hair, lulling you both to sleep.

Your last coherent though before sleep claimed you being… That once again… you fell for it.

Guilt settled in.

————-> Chapter 11

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Is it true?

A fic in which your dangerous, rich fiance is always absent, so you take comfort in your good friend’s company

↳ Geto Suguru/Reader

content warning. drug use, adultery, unprotected sex, cheating, neglect, gun use, implied death, afab reader, smut, fluff, slight angst

**Minors DNI**

3k words

It takes a special kind of idiot to not see whats in front of his eyes, especially if that something radiates a gleaming light, an unparalleled brightness. Taking something for granted is one of man's greatest sin, this, Suguru is sure of. He watches from your side every time your fiancé leaves, kissing your cheeks and promising I won't be long, it's just a week. Normally, this wouldn't be something worthy of calling a sin, but it was the non-stop business trips that resulted in neglect towards you, the shining, beautiful star he had in his hands, all to himself. The thought made him sick. Still, there was nothing he could do about it. As much as he did neglect you, going off to wherever his next destination was, Satoru kept a watchful eye on you. It was selfish– disgusting, he'd argue, keeping your brilliance hidden away from all other eyes, all while not even taking the time to enjoy it himself. Suguru is lucky enough, however, to be considered a close and irreplaceable friend to both you and the guilty man in question. The three of you had an unimaginable, unbreakable bond many never got to experience in their lifetime. Well, one could consider it luck, or damning, depending on how you look at it. As Suguru laid on the floor with you, heads side by side but laying in different directions, he decided in this moment it was the former. You had taken up the bad habit of numbing the lonely hole in your heart with anything you could get your hands on. Drugs, drinking, smoking. Nothing ever worked for a long period of time, bouncing from one thing to another every month. Suguru was guilty of this particular high, only gently suggesting why don't we take mushrooms? Together. I'm sure it will be fun. The music playing from your very expensive television speakers wound in and out of both of your consciousness, fading out when you would peak, then back in when you came back down. Satoru seemed to think, for some reason, the expensive things he bought you would make up for his missing presence. Ridiculous, a sin in itself. "Sugu," You muttered, unsure of just how loud you were speaking. Even if he hadn't heard you, his watchful eyes had been trained on your face this entire time, watching you blink numbly at the ceiling. He smiled, responding with an inquisitive hum, sucking in a silent breath as he watched your lips part, then close, then part again, seemingly unsure of what you were going to say. "The feeling, it– it keeps going away, then coming back. It's like... like waves. Is that normal?" Your voice was raspy, mouth dry and brows furrowed in slight worry. Suguru simply smiled, a hand coming up to gently pet your hair. "It's normal, you're fine." He crooned, exhaling slowly as you closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. "I'm here, don't worry." Such a beautiful light, a radiant star in this dark, disgusting world. The smack of your lips could be heard over the music, only slightly. Suguru chuckled, sitting up and getting his bearings before standing. "Let's get you some water, little lamb." A name he didn't dare call you around Satoru. You never seemed to say anything, though. He offered his hand out, and you graciously clasped both of yours around it, having him pull you up with ease. If you thought he didn't notice the way you clung so close to him, gazing up at his fox-like features for just a bit too long, you were wrong. He padded over to the kitchen, your hands never leaving his, using him as an anchor through your unfamiliar high. He inwardly praised himself in self-satisfaction, knowing something like this would probably go so much differently had you'd been alone. Only temporarily removing his hand from yours, he reached for a glass, side-eyeing you when you settled on leaning into his arm, cheek pressed against the soft cotton of his worn, oversized black shirt. He tapped the glass against the water dispenser on the fridge, and once it filled, handed it to you. Watching you so graciously guzzle down the ice cold liquid, Suguru took notice of the water trickling down the sides of your mouth, curving to the shape of your lip, dribbling down your jaw, and gathering at your chin only to drip on the floor. He paid special attention to the way your tongue passed over your lips when you placed the glass down on the counter. Nimble fingers reached up, index finger hooking under your chin in a seemingly innocent way, wiping the water from the corners of your mouth with his thumb. The wide eyed stare you gave him from such a simple touch made him clench his jaw. How long had it been since Satoru touched you, loved you like you deserved? The silence that hung in the air, save the loud music playing from your living room, felt like hours, just staring. There was an unspoken need, both waiting for the word, any word, to confirm said need. You were the first to speak. "I think I need to sit down." That hadn't quite been what he was searching for, but Suguru smiled nonetheless, walking with you to the living room to sit back down on the floor in front of the couch. He did notice, however, that through your interaction you had at some point grabbed onto his hand again, still holding onto it tightly. He laced his fingers between yours, tilting his head to the side and peering down at you. Just from one look, he could tell that you were definitely worse off than him, but still not high enough to not have your own mind about what you were doing. His gentle, smooth voice calling your name got you to tilt your head up from his shoulder, faces inches from each other. "Why are you so devoted to Satoru?" It was a question he'd asked many times before, your answer the same every time. He noticed that the more he asked, the more your answers became questions themselves. "I... he loves me. He takes care of me, he makes sure I always have what I need." An answer he's heard a million times. "Ah, but he doesn't give you everything you need. He's never around to give you what you need the most." You fell silent, never breaking eye contact. He knew that deep down, you knew it to be true as well. "I love you." "I know you do, Sugu." "I could take care of you and give you what you need." Time and time again he'd said he loves you, and meant it, but you never seemed to grasp the idea of how deep his love went for you. Much more more platonic, it surpassed that long ago. When you didn't answer, his hand came up and cupped the side of your face. You didn't pull away. "Let me take care of you," Suguru whispered against your lips. He kissed you gently at first, testing the waters. It didn't take you long to return the favor, moving your lips against his. The action made him smile, pushing against you with a bit more fervor. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, not caring if there were consequences. As you parted from him, only centimeters away, he scanned your face, the textures and ridges emanating a halo of yellow and white light. It must be the mushrooms. "He's probably watching," You muttered. Suguru only shook his head, pressing his lips onto yours again, whispering a quiet let him watch. He was well aware Satoru had cameras set up all around your house, after all he was one of the richest and most infamous men in the city and you were his property. He could trust no one completely with your safety, not even Suguru. There was a sense of urgency to how he grabbed, touched, and squeezed every part of you he could reach, settling his hands in the dip of your waist after you clambered onto his lap. Your hands moved up his chest, neck, the sides of his face, settling in his loosely tied up hair, while his own hands greedily gripped your back, pushing your chest into his. How hard he was kissing you, the endlessly wandering hands, the way your tongues danced and licked and pushed against each other, was making him dizzy. Or, more likely, it was his high starting to peak again. Suguru whispered your name against your lips, kisses moving down to your exposed neck, sighing against your skin when you stretched out to give him easier access. How many times over the years he saw the marks and hickeys Satoru left all over your perfect skin, he lost count. The satisfaction Suguru felt as he tongued your pulse point just under your jaw, not so gently sucking on it, was unparalleled. The airy moan dripping like honey from your mouth only added to his fire. His hands moved under your shirt, not missing a single stretch of skin as he stroked up your abdomen, palming at the flimsy lace fabric of your bralette. He could already feel your nipples hardening under it. Hands gripping your ribcage, using his thumbs to brush over your nipples, his own chest heaved in time with yours. He tore himself from your neck, grinning unabashedly at the bright red, blue, and purple marks left in his wake. He savored the way your jaw fell slack at his ministrations, now taking your nipples between his thumbs and index finger. "You're so beautiful, little lamb... so perfect." Involuntarily, his head flew back to rest against the cushion of your couch when you rocked yourself back and forth on his clothed cock, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. He'd waited so long to have you. When you repeated the action, his hands flew down to curve of your hips, gripping them tightly and forcing you down harder, faster. The feeling of your small fingers running up the back of his neck pulled him from his trance, opening his eyes just long enough to watch you dive in for another kiss. This one was messier, less calculated, and so desperate. He exhaled through his nose, leaving no room to breathe in anything but you, only you, his sole salvation, his shining beacon. "Suguru, I need you– I need to feel you." You breathlessly whined, gripping the hem of his shirt. You didn't have to ask him twice. In one, swift motion, he'd stripped himself of his shirt. In the split second his vision was blocked, you'd began taking your shirt and bralette off as well. Everything about you was magnificent, there was nothing more pure in this world, Suguru was sure of it. Lavishing your plump, kiss-bruised lips with his own became second nature, wanting nothing more than to devour every sound you had to offer him, lapping them up like they were a desert oasis. One hand went back to your hip, guiding you in a back-and-forth motion, while his other dove down the top of your shorts. A thin finger pushed against your clothed heat, feeling how soaked your panties were. They were sticking to every crevice. You threw your head back, a moan and a shudder following suit. Suguru sucked a breath through his teeth, eyes trained on how you bucked your hips, the way your movements shivered, faltered, and shook. "It's been so long since he's touched you, hm?" He mused, nose brushing up against your exposed clavicle. "It must be, if you're already so eager to cum." His words were smooth like velvet, but they had a bite hidden in them, a darkness he kept well hidden. Lithe fingers slipped past the hem of your underwear, tracing tight, soft circles around your neglected clit. He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, so perfect, all for me, pretty little thing. The choked cry that came from your mouth, and the jagged stutter of your hips, let him know everything he needed. With a roll of his hips, he pushed his impossibly hard erection between the folds of your clothed cunt. Even with layers of clothes between you, he could feel the slick of your climax soaking through his pants. Only when your hands came to his chest, pushing against him, is when he slowed, then stopped his movements. His arms hooked behind your back, leaning you back to the floor. "Don't worry little lamb, there's more to come." Suguru purred, kissing just below your ear. Your eyes were blown, and when he glanced down he smirked at the wet patch on your shorts, chuckling at the matching mark of your arousal on his black joggers. "Naughty little thing, didn't take much did it?" You didn't answer, not right away, the words seemed trapped in your throat, stupefied by the way he curled his fingers around the band of your shorts and underwear. "I need you, so bad." A noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan passed his lips. He'd waited so, so long to hear those words come from your mouth. He refuses to admit it's something he thought about frequently when he was alone. "As you wish." Suguru pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs, his heartbeat pounding in time with the music long forgotten as he shimmied out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away. He wanted to take his time with you, savor you, taste you to completion, but with how hard he was and how desparate you looked, that would have to wait for another time. His cock bobbed obscenely, twitching when your eyes remained trained on it. For reasons to remain unspecified, Suguru knew for a fact he had the same length as Satoru, but he was girthier, heavier. That must be why your mouth watered. A gentle hand came to the side of your face, urging you to look up at his eyes as he lowered himself, bare chest brushing up against your exposed breasts. "I'll take care of you, sweet lamb." He kissed you, using one hand to guide himself inside you, pushing the first, second, third inch in. Inevitably, he had to part from your mouth, a shuddered moan leaving his lips when you squeezed and pulsed around him. Your soft noises melted together with his when he pushed the rest of himself inside you, bottoming out. Carefully, his hand came up behind your head to cradle it softly, his other hand moving to your hip as he rocked into you, deeply, slowly. Every curve of his hips, every deep calculated thrust, had you keening. You were putty in his hands, he thought, as your legs wrapped around his waist. The way you chanted his name like a prayer, as if how he angled his hips and fucked you so gently was your own personal gospel, had him moaning your name breathlessly back. When your hips started meeting in time with his, he moved faster, harder, tucking your head in the crook of his neck with his gentle hold. "You feel– ah, so good, darling," Suguru breathed into your hair, kissing your temple. You didn't get a chance to say anything back, not when a particularly hard thrust knocked the wind out of you, a strangled cry ripped from your throat, now clawing at his back. He continued that pace, that strength, your cries and moans growing in volume and octave, now much louder than the music filling the room. Once again capturing your lips with his, he swallowed the desparate cries of please, Sugu, I'm gonna cum, greedily lapping your tongue with his. He couldn't help but swallow your noises, a long, needy moan dripping from his mouth into yours as you clamped down on his throbbing cock. The way you pulsed had him twitching, hips stuttering against yours as he came inside of you, white hot strings of seed painting the inside of your sensitive cunt. A few more thrusts had you whining, much too overstimulated. Just a bit more, darling, you feel so wonderful he cooed, his brows knitting when his hips finally stilled. There the two of you laid, Suguru's arms shaking as he struggled to keep himself above you. The way you looked into his eyes so lovingly was worth the strain, the way you reached up and gently stroked his cheek, the way you whispered. "Is it true? Did you mean it?" Suguru hummed inquisitively, the back of his hand stroking your sweaty temple. "That you love me, and you'd take care of me. Is it true?" He grinned, chuckling tiredly as you scanned his face for any hesitancy, any sign of inward betrayal. There was none. "Of course it's true, my beautiful shining star." Both of you had lost track of time, how long you laid on the living room floor holding each other was unknown. Suguru had, in that time, easily convinced you to pack your bags and run away with him. He promised you no more lonely nights, no more neglect, no more empty promises and shallow love. All you would know is happiness with him, he promised. He looked back at you, fingers holding the handle of your front door as he looked back at you and the suitcase you had in hand. He couldn't help but smile, and you mirrored his elated expression. When he opened the door, he noticed your expression drop, eyes wide with concern. Confused, Suguru turned his head, gaze met with the barrel of a handgun pointed directly between his eyes. Cerulean blue eyes bore into you, then into Suguru, finger steady over the trigger. There was no time to think, no time to move out of the way. Suguru looked back at you, meeting your panicked, teary eyes. He smiled sadly, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. There was only a gunshot, a scream, and then silence.