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the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.

after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.

“such a pretty slut for me.”

his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.

still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.

he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.

“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”

his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.

the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.

when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.

“want your cum !” he can only bite his lip and grin at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.

his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.

“what a good girl.”

he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.

the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.

HERE WE GO

jjk men when they hit the spot

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

↠ Warning: heavy smut! minors dni! slight degradation with Gojo, overstimulation, dubcon, corruption, size kink

↠ a/n: this is my first attempt in headcanons since I’m used to writing fics often. Thinking of part two? Maybe. Enjoy!

• The meanest and absolute worse

• by meanest, i meant like the soft kind of mean. He’s all mouthy with you, spilling out the dirtiest desires next to you while you’re endlessly crying and shaking

• he’s the worse because once he’s gotten something interesting, best believe he’s going to be entertaining that something until he himself is satisfied

• his mouth and hips are the cruelest combination enough to have you out of your right mind

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[ 𝟑:𝟐𝟕 𝐀𝐌 ] 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

geto supposes this is a bit odd—he doesn’t usually race to apartments and knock on doors incessantly at three am, he doesn’t usually show up in a wrinkled t-shirt and mismatched socks, and he doesn’t usually have his hair in a low bun that’s threatening to fall out any second.

but then again, he’s not usually staying up late at night and thinking about how the dude you called cute in your philosophy class is planning to ask you out tomorrow.

“suguru, what are you—”

“i love you,” he interrupts, a rushed and panted out statement, making your eyes widen. you stare at him, blinking as the light from the hallway stings your sleep hazed eyes.

“what are you—”

“i really fucking love you, and i think you should date me.”

and he does. geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move next door to his childhood home. he’s been in love with you since the day you step foot on his lawn and tell him he needs a haircut. he’s been in love with you since the moment you worm your way into his life and bring your unwarranted opinions and know-it-all attitude, and he thinks that he’s the only one who deserves to love you at all.

the guy from philosophy (whatever his name is) doesn’t deserve your playful banter and witty remarks. he doesn’t deserve your random fun facts and ceaseless rambles. he doesn’t deserve your late night texts and whispered facetimes, and he doesn’t deserve you. not like geto does, at least, and geto suguru is not letting a mere schoolgirl crush come in the way of his carefully nurtured love.

“suguru, it’s three am,” you say in disbelief, rubbing the sleep from out of your eyes as you decide to acknowledge his (rather bold) statement after your brain starts functioning.

“that’s okay. i still love you at three am,” he shrugs, pouting to himself. he eyes your appearance, tries not to stare too hard at the way your shirt is a little low at the neckline, tries to avoid glancing at the plumpness of your lips for too long as you process his words with a soft frown.

“oh, really? you should know i’m rather grouchy when i’m sleepy,” you warn him, and then he cracks a smile—because that’s all he needs to hear to know you feel the same.

and he supposes it’s not hard to figure out that you do. it’s not hard to see that there’s love in the way you flick his forehead and tell him to piss off, or the way you curse him out as he steals your food with a scowl, or even the way you promptly leave him on read after every petty argument you have over text.

because there’s fondness in the way you fight back a smile as you roll your eyes, and there’s fondness in the way you slightly push your plate closer begrudgingly, and there’s fondness in the way you text him first the next day and ask if he’s ready to admit he’s wrong because you miss him.

and it’s an odd mix, the two of you, but your sun soaked fingertips against his moonlit skin feels as right as the sound of his name dancing off your lips, and he thinks you were made for him in every regard. so if he has to stand before you at three am and risk your wrath for waking you up, then he’ll gladly do that—so long as no asshole from philosophy is scoring a date with you tomorrow after class.

“yeah, i know,” he snorts, “you’re kind of grouchy all the time,” he adds, hand outstretched and carefully pressing against the curve of your cheek. you lean into his palm, let the roughness of his skin soothe over the longing in your heart.

“and you still want to date me?” you raise a brow.

“of course,” he says instantly, “so say you want to date me too. or i’ll resort to plan b.”

“what’s plan b?”

“killing the dude from philosophy that wants to ask you out,” he hums, “and everyone else that follows until i’m the only choice left.”

“i guess i have to say yes to avoid a lot of bloodshed then, don’t i?” you ask playfully.

but then your fingers smooth back loose strands of dark hair behind his ear, and your hand rests behind his head and pulls him closer—and he thinks maybe you’d have been inclined to say yes either way.

“oh definitely,” he grins, youth brimming over his features as your lips brush over his and seal the deal. and geto suguru has been in love with you since the day you move in next to his home, and he thinks he’ll love you just as much the day you move in next to his spot in bed too, arms circling around his waist and lips mapping his skin.

“in that case, lucky for them, i love you too.”

this is painfully cheesy but i want a soft childhood friends to lovers / boy next door trope with suguru so bad SOBS

ONE LAST TIME — GETO SUGURU & GOJO SATORU

✧･.you’ve been invited to your old fuck buddy's wedding and the best man feels that the three of you have unfinished business.  

( TW ) Fem!reader. explicit content. porn with some feelings (not rlly but also rlly). reader is a slut. cheating. mentions of reader sleeping with other people. MFM. spit roasting. blow job. P -> V. unprotected sex. cream pie. face riding. fingering. squirting.  

word count - > 2.2k  

authors note. re-ducking-post because tumblr has a problem with the header again!1@$#^@!!!

Satoru had been sending you winks and sly smirks throughout the night. He finally has the balls to text during the middle of the feast.  

‘Enjoying the wedding?’  

“Yep! Best wedding I’ve been to.’  

‘So, you aren’t the slightest bit jealous?’  

‘Jealous? And why would I be? The only one jealous here is you because ‘Sugu is getting married before you’  

‘Pchss I don’t want to be held down and forced to fuck one person for the rest of my life, wouldn’t you agree y/n?’  

‘Shut up, that was so long ago, you’re the only one who remembers or cares about that’  

‘I doubt that.’  

‘Doubt all you want Toru. Suguru and I are over It so let go. It’s been years."  

‘So, if I told you ‘Sugu invited you because he wanted one last night with you?’  

‘Shut up Toru, he’s married.’ You cross your legs and look up. You automatically find Satoru—sitting at one of the tables up front typing on his phone. You look over at Suguru and feel your face heat when you find him staring at you intensely, ignoring his wife who is busy trying to get his attention. You hurriedly look back down at your phone.  

‘I’m not lying!’  

‘He even told me at his bachelor party that he misses the old days...’  

The old days when you spent your college years filled with their cum. You had a cock stuffed inside of you almost every day. One year you tallied the days and went a year straight with cock inside at least one of your holes. The boys weren’t always available, so you had to get creative.   

‘Meet me in the bathroom?’  

‘Nope, I told you I’ve changed.’  

‘Stop lying y/n.’  

‘I’m not!’  

‘Then what were you doing with the Nanami and his friends?’  

You choke on your spit, how did he–you were going to kill Nanami the next time you saw him. You didn’t think anyone else had seen you leave the office that night. Fuck. Fuck! You were absolutely going to kill him. You look back up and make eye contact with Satoru who tilts his head and licks his lips. His white hair falls into his face. He looks so utterly fuckable.   

‘You want me to beg? Tell you how much I missed your tight pussy and pouty lips?’  

‘Keep talking…’ You text. Fuck it. You missed Satoru too, it’s been years, and it wasn’t as if you parted on bad terms—you wouldn’t mind fucking him one more time. One last time, as a goodbye.  

‘Miss your cute little moans and your tight ass and how your pretty little hands looked wrapped around my cock. I miss the cuddles after it. I miss everything, pretty girl.’  

‘One more time Satoru. This is the last time!’  

‘Promise angel, meet me at the family bathroom in 5 ;)’  

—  

“Fuckin’ missed you.” Satoru groans into your mouth, throwing you onto the counter. You wrap your legs around his wide hips as he grabs your hair. “Toru, don’t fucking mess up my hair, what do you think they’ll say when I come out with a bird’s nest instead of fancy wedding hair.”  

“Sorry pretty.” He mummers against your lips, moving his hands to your waist. You pull him closer to you. The familiarity of his hands and mouth on you makes you melt.  

Satoru breaks away and sinks to his knees. He pushes your sheer lilac dress up above your ass and rolls his eyes back into his head.  

“Missed this pussy.” He inhales. Thumbing your clit above your white lace panties. You grab onto his hair and moan.   

“Toru—”  

“Shh—let me show you how much I’ve missed this pussy sweet girl,” He leans in to lick your damp panties. “Slide this little thong to the side and show me your pretty pussy angel.”  

Desperate for an orgasm you obey, sliding the flimsy lace to the side and parting your slick pussy with two fingers. Satoru leans in immediately to lick you entirely.   

“Satoru!” You cry, the grip his hair tightening as he eats you like a starved man. You fall back onto the mirror and hump his face as he sucks your clit.  

“Gonna cum Toru! Don’t stop, please, please, don’t stop!” You slur, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he stuffs three thick fingers into your achy cunt. He curls them to hit your g-spot, the spot that he showed you existed all that time ago.   

“M’cumming!” You moan removing your hand from your pussy to grip the edges of the counter. Your pussy convulses around Satoru's fingers.  

“Not gonna stop ‘till you squirt for me,” He mumbles against your clit. “You can do it, you're my good girl.” He goes back to sucking your clit. It doesn’t take long until you're squirting all over his face. Eyes squeezed shut and ears ringing, you don’t notice that someone walks into the large restroom because the man between your legs never locked the door.  

“Was I not invited to the party?” Suguru shoots the two of you.   

You jerk yourself up, legs slamming around Satoru's head.  

“Sugu!” You squeak.  

Satoru tries to say something, but he’s trapped between your thighs, he struggles to break free.  

“No Sugu, we were just gettin’ started, isn’t that right pretty?” He coughs out, standing up with a soaked shirt and glistening face. He grins at his Suguru.   

“Is that right,” he pulls his eyes from his best friends to you. You're staring at him with wide eyes, legs closed tight like he’s never seen what's between them before. He steps closer to you. “Is that right y/n?” You suck in a breath and nod.   

“Y-yes ‘Sugu.”   

“Then why are you hidin, from me? Hidin’ that slutty pussy from me.”   

“You’re a taken man now ‘Sugu–”   

“And that's gonna stop you?”  

“Why don’t you go fuck your wife?” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest and returning your attention to Satoru. “Are you gonna finish this or what?”   

“Don’t look away from me y/n,” Suguru crosses the space between you, grasping your chin. “She’s nothing like you, too traditional n’ stuck up. She doesn’t hold a candle to this sweet cunt of yours.”  

“Yea?” You blink up at him through wet lashes, heart fluttering. You uncross your legs and slowly lift them to Suguru's wide hips.  

“Nothing—no one compares.” He brings your face closer to his.  

“You promise?” You whisper shyly, lips brushing over his.  

“Promise.” He teases before catching your swollen lips. Your back arches, legs clinging to his suit-clad waist. His lips taste like watermelon-scented Chapstick, must be his wife's. You bite his bottom lip and giggle at the thought.   

“How long you got for your wifey comes lookin’ for you?” Satoru asks.  

“Not long, ‘bout ten minutes at most.” Suguru rolls his eyes, catching your lips again.   

“You gonna take me in the mouth and let ‘Sugu fuck your cunt, angel? Think you can get us off in ten minutes?”   

“I can get you off with time to spare.” You smirk up at Satoru who smiles and starts to unbuckle his pants. His heavy cock jumps out, tip leaking precum.  

“C’mere then sweetheart.” Suguru pulls you off the counter before flipping you towards his Satoru. He pushes you down until you folded at the waist. You grab onto Satoru’s thick thighs, his cock jumping on the side on your face. You look up at him and smile before turning slightly to peck his shaft.  

“Stop teasing—be a good girl n’ put it in your mouth ‘for I mess up you're ‘fancy weddin’ hair.’” He teases. You glare up at him—about tell him off, but as soon as you open your mouth Suguru shoves his cock in your wet pussy. You scream.  

“Shut her up ‘Toru!” Suguru spits out between groans. Your cunt clenches so tight around him he tries not to cum prematurely.   

You move to take Satoru’s cock before he has a chance to fuck up your hair any more than he already has. His cock hits the back of your throat, and you thank the gods above you don’t have a gag reflex. You start to bob your head down his stiff cock, careful not to nick him with your teeth.  

Suguru starts to thrust in and out, hands gripping your hips so tight you know your hips will be bruised for the next week.  

“So fuckin’ tight,” Suguru grunts throwing his head back. “Tightest cunt I‘ve ever fucked.”  

You moan around Satoru’s cock.   “Missed this warm mouth.” Satoru moans, thrusting his hips into your face. Suguru follows the lead, syncing his thrust with Toru.  

“You miss havin’ two cocks in you, oh wait, you still get fucked like this weekly by—fuck—by Nanami’s entire office floor.” Mouth full of cock, you don’t even attempt to defend yourself, it’s true anyways.  

“We’re still you're favorites beautiful or did you forget ‘bout us after college, hm? So many cocks you forgot about the first two.” Suguru slams you down the entire length of his cock, so hard Satoru’s cock falls out your mouth. Satoru grips your jaw, ignoring the spit and precum that falls onto his hands.  

“Is that true pretty, you forgot about the men who tight you how to fuck?”  

“N-no,” you moan out, Suguru's cock feeling you up so much you can hardly remember how to breath.   

“Never f-forget you guys, never ever.” You promise.  

“Them prove it, suck my cock just how I taught you, ’ve got three minutes.”   

You shudder in pleasure before shamelessly grabbing ‘Toru’s cock and shoving it back in your mouth, determined to get him off. You bounce your head up and down his shaft, licking and sucking the tip, just like he taught you.   

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” ‘Toru grits out, forgoing the rule about touching your hair. He holds your head to his pelvis thrusting into your mouth so hard you start to get lightheaded, pair that with Suguru's thick cock pushing against your pelvic, you’re surprised you haven't passed out.  

“M’cummin, f-fuck m’ gonna cum pretty, take it, take it, take it!” Satoru groans shooting thick ropes into your throat. You swallow down every sip, eyes rolling to the back of your head when Suguru’s thrusts turn sloppy, a tell sign he’s about to cum.  

“C-Cum in my pussy ‘Sugu!” You cry against Satoru’s softening cock.  

“What was that Sweetheart?” Suguru pulls you put by the scruff of your neck. “What did you say?”  

“S-said cum in me, please!” You gurgle, your hands reaching for the hand around your neck.  

“M’gonna cum deep inside in you Sweetheart, gonna cum so deep ‘ll be scooping it out for days” Your pussy clenches at the thought. “You wan’ that, hm? You want my cum?”   

“Please, please, please!” You beg.  

“Take it then—take my fuckin’ cum.” He slams into your ass, cumming deep inside your pussy causing you to orgasm at the feeling of being filled to the brim.  

“Oh fuck, you're so tight, ‘m gonna cum all over again.” Suguru mumbles into your now fucked up hair. At that thought you open your eyes and glare at Satoru.  

“What?” He questions, stuffing himself back into his pants.  

“You messed up my hair.” You grumble. Suguru laughs behind you, gently slipping his now soft cock out of you. You clench your cum-filled pussy while Suguru situates your thong back in place, he pats your pussy. You’re suddenly hit with a pang of nostalgia and the old routine. Memories of the two of you—the three of you coming to the forefront of your mind. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this. Somedays all you think about it how you wish you could just go back to the days when you fucked the boys like a bunny in heat. The days when you laid on Suguru’s chest after long days and thought about what your life would be like if you settled down with him. You’d give anything to go back.  

“Suguru, you in here?”  

“Fuck!”  

—  

“Is she okay?” Suguru’s wife frowns, looking at you slumped over the toilet.  

“Just drunk, she always like this when she gets around alcohol, just can’t help herself when it comes to taking however myny shots she can get her hands on.” Satoru smirks and your role your eyes underneath your arm, the irony not lost on you.   

“Why’s your shirt wet?”   

“She let loose and threw up all over me, had to get creative.”   

“Cmon babe, let's get back to the party, Satoru ‘ll help her fix herself.” Suguru puts his hand on his wife’s back gently guiding her out the restroom.  

“Okay, be quick Satoru, we're about to do another round of speeches, the crowd loves you.” 

✩ — characters : suguru geto.

✩ — synopsis : suguru geto having a friend who is scared of the dark.

✩ — genre : fluff.

✩ — word count : 0.3k+

you and geto were sitting on your bed watching a television series, eating various snacks and drinks while littering it all around your bed. geto swore he would clean it up later.

you never knew if he was lying or telling the truth. he was a hard person to read.

his long black locks were put into a man bun to prevent the strands of hair from getting into the food he was eating.

you were sitting beside him with your head placed on his shoulder, eating away at the bag of chips you had just returned with.

"this show is ass," he muttered, "no plot, no nothing." of course, you agreed with him, letting out a small hum to ensure your agreement.

abruptly, the television turned off, switching to black instead of that annoying television show you were watching. of course you were relived that you didn't have to go through that torture of watching that horrible show, but there was another form of torture waiting for you with the absence of light.

you yelped and clung closely next to suguru. he held you close, repeatedly telling you that it would be alright.

he was aware of your fear, you have been friends for multiple years so of course he knew.

suguru attempted to turn on the light, but to no avail.

"it seems like the electricity went out," he said, just enough that you could hear him. you trembling under his grasp, not wanting to open your eyes and never wanting to let go from him.

he grabbed his phone from a nearby dresser and turned his flashlight on, lighting the room just a little bit.

suguru held you closer as he peeked under the blankets. "you're okay," he said, pulling the blanket back over you. "as long as i'm here, there's nothing to worry about."

you smiled in his grasp, still trembling with fear because of the lack of light.

suguru was such a good friend.

the best friend you could ever have.

✩ — a/n ; for god help me please (hope you enjoyed).

You: but, I love you

Getou: hahaha, oh darling…

You: …please Getou….

Getou: Look at me. I’m utterly insane.

You: so what? That’s not gonna stop the love I have for you

Getou: hmmm fine then

*Getou continues to commit crimes*

You: that’s my baby ♡(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)♡

Geto couldn’t help it. It looked so soft. So cute. So plump. He wanted to poke at it. Maybe even get a quick squeeze outta it. He wasn’t usually one for soft things but this had to be an exception. Maybe cuz of you… he does love you dearly. You’ve brought out his softer side he only shows to you. He won’t be like this with anyone else. He won’t feel the need to poke at the soft thing or squish it and show his more domestic side. Only for you. Only to you-

“Geto” after 5 times of calling out his name, he looks up at you “huh?” “Will you please stop staring at my plushie like that and and give it back. Did you mean to win it for yourself ?” You deadpanned the 6’3 man. He looked perplexed. Then he remembered, he had won a plushie for you at the fair you guys are currently at for a date “sorry my love” you tugged the plushie to your chest, glaring at the giant man that is your boyfriend for tryna steal it from you. He may have thought bout winning one for himself