Listennnnnnn. Credit To The Person Who Made It But

Listennnnnnn…. Credit to the person who made it but

Idk if I’m into Feitan or Levi more 😩😩

LISTENNNNNNNN AS A DANCERRR……. I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN TO ME😭😭 thank you for writing this, I’ll probably reread it a million times 🩰

⋆｡° ✮ My Little Dancer | Suguru Geto

ballerina reader x grundy boyfriend suguru

y’all i know nothing about the art so take this with a grain of salt.

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

“1, 2, 3, 4.”

The set of twelve is repeating in your mind with each spin as your foot goes up and spins on the hard wood floor.

"Again, you got it."

Those words echoed in your mind as the flat of the shoe went up and down.

“again.” The word echoed in your mind and flashed in front of you. your arms out and open, swaying, making an “o” shape.

“again… faster.” Those words practically shouted at you. You took your other foot and slid it over, spinning like before but even faster.

“1, 2, 3, 4,... 5, fuck.” Your spinning delayed and eventually stopped; you cursed yourself for missing the rep again.

“You’re doing good.” You quickly turn, and your boyfriend is in the doorway with his arms in front of him, his arms crossed.

You mutter an "oh," putting your hand on your forehead and quietly walking towards him.

“You scared me; I didn’t tell you to come today.” You wrap your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.

He wraps one around your waist and the other behind your head, caressing it, leaning down, and placing a kiss on it.

"I wanted to see how you were doing; I missed you.” his thumb brushing over the same spot, his hand coming down to cup your jaw.

He slides his thumb over your chin repeatedly before tilting your head up and looking into your eyes.

He smiles and leans down, placing a kiss on your lips. His lips are cold but soft, and his breath is warm.

“that’s sweet. I missed you too.” The last words are muttered between the pecks he’s placing on your lips.

His hand is rubbing over your waist, and his thumb is still rubbing over your chin. His lips are approaching your neck while his gaze is still locked on yours.

“Here?” he whispers, almost too quiet.

You were craving him, so you didn’t protest. You nodded your head, taking your arms from around his waist and wrapping them around his neck.

He smiles, diving into you, cupping your cheek, and holding a strong grip on your waist.

He kisses you, one peck after the other, before fully indulging in your taste.

He leans into you, walking into you while you walk backwards. He takes one of his hands and puts it behind him, closing and locking the door.

He wraps his arm back around your waist, licking your lip to let him in. You open your mouth a little, teasing him.

Suguru smiles, sticking his tongue in through the small space he was given. You fully open your mouth, sliding your tongue over his.

"Cigs," you whisper out, going back to slide your tongue over his. He lets out a muffled “hm?” before moving his mouth in rhythm with yours.

He was eager and hungry for you.

He takes his hand off your cheek, sticking it to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Do you need these?” He whispers out, still squeezing your ass and kissing your jaw, then your neck.

You giggle, pulling away and looking him in the eyes again. “Kinda yeah. If you want to rip em you have to compensate, yeah?"

He laughs into your neck, sliding his other hand down to your ass and squeezing your other cheek.

"Deal," he says before sliding his tongue over a spot on your neck and pushing his lips over sucking.

A moan erupts from your lips, and you throw your head back, giving him more access. His tongue licks over your sensitive spot again, making you shiver.

He keeps walking forward, causing you to move backwards, turning, and he’s walking you into the barre.

His hands are on it, on opposite sides of you, looking down at you with eager and ready eyes.

“Show me some moves," he mutters, his voice still in a nice, warm whisper. Your cheeks heat up, and you smile, propping up off of it and walking into his chest.

“Give me a little space.” He obeys you, giving you enough room to do what you want. You place one hand on the bar, slowly bringing your other arm up.

You point your right foot out and the other in the same position, going up and down quickly and then at a steady pace.

You slowly lift one leg all the way up in the sky, your hand on the bar giving you balance.

Suguru slowly walks up to you, placing his hand on the leg in the air and the other on his bulge.

"Mhm, I like that.” He says taking one hand off his bulge and the other off your leg, ripping your tights.

Your leg almost comes down from you being startled, but his hand quickly goes up to hold you sturdy.

“My little ballerina knows how to hold her stance, hm?” his hand gripping over your leg and his other going to unzip his pants.

Butterflies into your stomach and a small grin is plastered on your face; a little practice never hurts.

He hesitates about pulling out his length and goes to unbutton his jeans, then pulls it out.

He slides his briefs down a little before pulling his dick out. He looks at your heat, then at you.

Taking his finger and looping it between the open space by your thigh and the side of your panties moving them to the side.

“Hold your leg for me.” He takes his hand off, grabbing his dick, and slowly stepping forward, lining up with your entrance.

You knew what he meant; he didn’t want you to actually hold your leg up with your hand but with your strength, and that you did.

Before he puts himself in, he slides his ring finger in to see if you’re wet enough. You flinch from the coldness of his ring and contact.

You muffle a moan as he slides a finger out and replaces it with his veiny length. Your jaw clenches, and the grip you have on the bar tightens.

“Keep holding it," he whispers, leaning closer to your ear, giving it a small peck, giving it multiples before moving to your jaw.

He kisses your jaw a couple of times before looking up at your foot and smiling as he slides out, then back into you.

“pointed… You’re an expert, huh?” His voice catches your attention, and you look up at your foot and smile.

“forced habit," you say, moving it a couple of times before returning your gaze to his.

He looks back down into your eyes, sliding out, then into you with more force, your posture slouching.

The pleasure is getting sent into all your weak spots, and he knows it. He thrusts into you again and again and again.

The last thrust sends you over the edge, your grip tightening around the bar even more.

“good girl. Keep holding it," he whispers, grunting shortly after, thrusting again.

"Fuck," you mutter, gritting your teeth from the overwhelming pleasure boiling inside of you.

It felt like warm butterflies were swarming your stomach. The way he looked at you, licking his lips, his dark eyes staring into you, made you feel so good.

You place your other hand on his shoulder for grip. Your body is bent in a position some would find uncomfortable, but the strain on your leg and the side of your body only made you feel better.

"Mmm, right there, Suguru." You moan out, your fingers digging into his flesh as his dick curled up, lightly touching your sweet spot.

You needed more.

His eyes were on you the entire time—not on the mirror in front of him, not on your leg, just your gorgeous face.

His hips slid into you again, over and over again, lightly tapping the same spot.

“If you want me to go dipper... Just tell me; use your words.” Your eyes got slightly bigger but returned to their regular state.

You nod, moaning, "Deeper, Suguru." The way you softly muttered his name with a plea only made it harder.

He was pulsing inside of you, your walls clamping and tightening around him. His pulsing gave you a pleasurable vibration.

You throw your head back, tapping the mirror behind you and gripping his shoulder more for stability.

He slams into you a final time, a knot forming in your lower stomach for a few seconds before it drops without a second thought.

“wa-wait!” You scream out, but it’s too late. His pace is sloppy, and his dick is pulsing repeatedly inside of you.

Both of your bodies release together, your head leaning off the mirror and forward tapping his chest.

He raises his hand, caressing the back of your head and rubbing your hair. He slowly slides out of you, your fluids and his dripping onto the floor.

Suguru takes his other hand, slowly putting your leg down. You both laughed at this, not noticing you still had it up.

"I hope I was a good partner with this warmup.” You chuckled at his choice of words, adjusting your clothes.

"I wouldn’t say this was a warmup.” You turn around in the mirror, fixing up your hair, and he taps your backside with a helmet.

Where’d this come from?

He smirks, and you turn back. "Trust; you have a lot coming when we get home.” You smile at him with the smile he’s weak for, and you grab the helmet.”

“Maybe I'll be working on you.” you tease. walking past him, swinging your hips, and he follows, whistling.

“Atta girl.”

Your Only Girl Pt 1

**Not proof read but all my stuff is copyrighted** my dad died so I'm doing all I can to get my mind off of it so here we are Warnings- Smut (of course) Roughness Jealousy

Everyone is laughing and mingling around. The building is extravagant. Nanami decided to finally host a get-together after years of you begging. Of course, he kept things classy and went the dinner and mingle route. You follow closely to Gojo, occasionally speaking to people, you don't know too many people but then your best friend walks in. As Gojo walked and talked to people, you decided to talk with your best friend. The conversation went on for minutes and then you noticed across the extremely large gathering hall a figure standing close to Gojo. You can see the figure laughing and touching him. Your best friend looks at you and you nod. Yall move closer, trying not to seem like a worried or nosey girlfriend despite being nosey. The closer you got, the more you noticed her features. She was a woman who seemed to be around your age (26), with light brown colored hair, fair skin, coke sized body, and around 5'2, the same height as you. You were 5'2, darker skin, with a petite but athletic build (You always told your friends that you don't have a butt or titties and they would laugh but you knew the truth). You smiled and stayed calm. The girl laughs obnoxiously loud and rubs he hands down Gojo's chest. He catches your eye and instead of pushing her off, he egged her on. Your blood boiled and that soft smile you had turned into a frown. She reaches up and whispers into his ear. The entire encounter, he is looking into your eyes.

You nod an 'okay bet' nod and walk towards them. You tap the girl's shoulder and she looks back at you. "And you are?" she says with the bitchiest attitude. "His girlfriend." You say bluntly. She then laughs in your face. "HAHA bye, if you were his girlfriend, you aren't now. He's mine." You look at her with a blank stare. You then look up to Gojo and he takes a step back. "She's my girlfriend." is all he says. Your mouth drops at the sentence. He didn't deny anything she said. You were pissed. You keep a blank look as you turn toward the door. You storm out with your best friend right behind you. 'I can't fucking believe this! I can't do these women constantly flirting and him not stopping it immediately. Fuck being nice! He could have said something" You yell as you walk to your best friend's car. Your body heated and your eyes filled with tears. You storm toward her car, going off about the situation as your best friend listens.

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.

Your Only Girl Pt 3

Read Pt 1 & 2 -

Part 1- https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112602364936193/your-only-girl-pt-1?source=share

Part 2-

https://www.tumblr.com/chocoyanchan/760112922346323968/your-only-girl-pt-2?source=share

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry.

Something similar has happened before but never this bad. He couldn't imagine himself losing you just because he was being an asshole to make you jealous. Usually, you would tell him off there and that turned him on but this time, you didn't. He was nervous. You begin to walk down the hallway. As you bend down you put your shoes on, Gojo takes your suitcase and begins to walk back to the bedroom. "Give me my shit!" You yell following him down the hallway. He's too strong and you do your best to tug it. Yall enter the bedroom and he sets it down and quickly shuts and locks the door. You stand there with the most anger you have ever felt. "You are making me hate you." You spit coldly. "Keep the shit." You say as you try to walk to leave out the door. Once you reach it, Gojo hovers over you and pushes you back, causing you to stumble on the bed. You are lost for words but you are pissed. You begin to push on his chest to get him up. He grabs your hands and pins them to the bed. He's face to face with you know, looking into your eyes. You can see the pain in his eyes and he can see the pain in yours. "Baby. You aren't leaving. We aren't breaking up. I was stupid but I only wanted to make you jealous because you look so hot angry. You look hot now too but this isn't how I wanted it to go. I won't do this again. I didn't understand it was this bad. I'm sorry." He says, eyes filling with tears but refusing to cry. Tears storm down your face. "I can't do this anymore." You say softly, your eyes now looking away from his. He leans into your ear, "Let me show you how sorry I am baby. I promise this is the last time this will happen." Him speaking so softly in your ear made you weak and you mentally cursed yourself for being so easy. He begins to kiss your ear, down your neck slowly. You fight to hold in the moan, arms still above your head and shift a little. He places both knees on each side of your legs. He slowly makes his way to your lips. He looks at you and then kisses you slowly. You don't kiss back at first. He pulls away and looks at you, "Y/N, please" he says almost begging. He then leans back in to kiss you. This time you kiss back. The kiss is slow but passionate. He lets go of one of your hands and places it around your neck. You moan at the feeling. He speaks in between the kisses. "I love you and I can't lose you," he says. The slow kisses turn out into a passionate and fiery make-out session. He lets go of your other arms and you wrap your arms around his neck. He leaves your lips and kisses down your chest. Your purple satin dress clinging to your petite body. He looks you in the eyes as he removes the straps. He kisses on your collar bone and you moan again. You slam your legs shut and without moving his lips, he takes his left knee and places it between your legs. You take in a sharp breath. He comes back up and his hands explore your body. You reach up and undo his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He moves his hands so you can take it off of him.