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"don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?" 😵💫
❝ 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ! ❞
꒰ FEATURING ! ꒱ : geto suguru x fem!reader
꒰ CONTENT WARNINGS ! ꒱ : explicit content, mutual masturbation, lots of dirty talk, fwb!reader, phone sex, fingering, squirting, reader has a vagina and tattoos on her fingers.
serena’s note. based off the line “i touch myself just thinking about you” 🌬️
11:45pm: *2 photo attachments*
11:45pm: missin’ my pretty girl
it was almost painfully embarrassing how easily aroused two simple pictures could get you. it didn’t take much for your cotton panties beneath your oversized tee to get damp with slick, squeezing your thighs together to stimulate some sort of friction.
you stared for god knows how long at your phone screen, the bright light illuminating a mean and girthy dick you’re all too well accustomed to. its brown tip raging red and leaking pre come you’d familiarize yourself with. the bulging veins on the underside of his shaft peeked through sensitive skin, mimicking the veins on the owner’s hands and wrists.
simple details on the man, such as rings and bracelets and beauty marks and an oozing tip, had you licking the tip of your fingers before slipping them past your panties, meeting your bare pussy, flinching at the contact and chilly breeze of your bedroom.
“fuck,” you sighed, head thrown back into the pillow. you performed circles at your clit, teasing yourself with your light touches.
this was exactly how suguru had his way with you. he took his time—though he preferred using his tongue but that wasn’t exactly an option as of right now— by thumbing at your clit and watching you unravel and crumble at his touch.
you mimicked your thoughts, the attention at your bundle of nerves sending blissful shockwaves throughout your limbs. your thighs squeezed together from the pleasure, and you recalled that suguru would have forced them open and made you take it like the good girl you are.
your hole clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled with what couldn’t be provided at the moment. soft whines came out your throat while you ground your hips up, subconsciously chasing your own hand in need of more pressure.
so lost in yourself, your screen dimmed, noting it would soon shut off, before pinging once more at a newer notification.
11:49pm: left on read huh…
11:50pm: don’t tell me you’ve started without me mama?
you don’t even bother trying to reply, knowing he would ring up your line in a few. good, you could use his voice in your ears while getting off, after all— suguru had officially ruined you for anybody else.
as expected, your phone buzzed in your hand and you swiped the call eagerly, pressing it on speaker before resting it on your chest.
“suguuu,” you greet him, bottom lip stuck in between your teeth. your other hand goes to slip under your tee, and grasp at your bare chest, groping firmly at the tender mound.
“you kept me waiting,” he chuckles, though you notice it’s breathy, as if forcing it out. you hear shuffling, and he heaves out a sigh, “missed you, pretty.”
“mhmm, missed you more,” you intensify the pace on your clit, fuzzy sock-cladded toes curling from the building pleasure. “need you here, sugu,”
you mewl his name, the nickname rolling off your pink tongue and into your phone speaker. the neediness behind your tone had him groaning, cursing out a ‘fuck’ and suddenly the sound of fapping grew consistent.
“oh yeah?” he tries, tries, to come off cocky but he’s just as needy as you are. perhaps even more, as the hold on his cock tightens. “tell me more baby. what else?”
you figure it’s finally time to focus your attention on your folds, which had soaked up your cunt and sheets beneath you the minute he called. your index and middle finger graze at your lips, and you whine at the sensitivity.
“want you here,” you moan, rubbing figure eights at your your folds. you stimulate your cunt in a familiar pattern, the same way suguru always worked on you. “w-want your fingers deep in my pussy, fuckin’ me open and—hah, making a mess outta me—need it suguru!”
“shit baby,” he chuckles, though muffled, as you fail to notice he’s got the hem of his wife beater tucked in between his teeth. “want me to tell you what i’d do to you if we were together?”
“yes!” you beg, unashamed as your back arches off the surface of your bed. your limbs felt liquified and there was something about his voice that had your pussy glistening terribly.
“mm, well,” he begins, his thumb grazing over his slit as he pictured you doing a million times. “i’d start off with kisses at your thighs. y’love it whenever i bite, dont’cha? love it when i mark you as mine, hm?”
you nod your head, despite the fact he can’t see. “always sugu, feels so good!”
“and when i get sick of teasing myself, i’d push your panties to the side and kiss your pretty clit,” geto sighs, almost in a trance by his own words. they roll of his tongue so naturally, stomach clenching as he imagines the things he’d do to you if he was able to.
“kiss your pretty clit before playing with it. i know it drives you—fuck—crazy. yeah, it drives you crazy and you love to act like you hate being teased, but baby, your pussy tells me otherwise,”
he spoke so sinfully in your ears, soft voice being a major contrast to the intense words that left his mouth. it churned deep in your guts, sending butterflies with a mix of straight arousal.
“i do— fuckin’ love it—” you cut yourself off, the hand on your breast tweaking with the stiff bud, twisting and pinching at it.
“you fingering yourself yet?” he asks you, and you shake your head, humming a soft ‘uhn uhn’, he continues, upping the pace of his own jerking, “good girl—get your tatted fingers in f’me, wanna hear your pretty pussy speak to me.”
“o-okay” you comply to his order, easing the void of emptiness by sliding your middle and ring finger inside your clenching pussy.
you moan loudly at the intrusion, the stretch nothing close to suguru’s fingers, but still enough to satisfy you for the time being. you feel your soft walls clench around your digits, begging for more. at the wet squelch of your cunt, you hear geto chuckle through the phone, “there we go, my favorite language.”
“wish you were here sugu—hnng, need you here and—and takin’ care of me!” you voice out your thoughts, your fingers gradually picking up their pace and plowing in your insides.
“sugu’s being mean, isn’t he? ‘m sorry baby, for not doin’ my—shit—job,” geto apologizes, the sound of his lubricated cock being jerked resonating in the depths of your ear drums.
“match my rhythm, mama,” he instructs you to follow, and despite you being so deep in your own thoughts and moans, you focus on the faint sound of his fist chafing his dick.
and so, your fingers plunge in and out your wet core, pussy gushing slickness, just to please geto.
“that’s it—my good girl, mmh, always doin’ so perfect.”
his praises did wonders to your body, as you felt an oncoming orgasm approach. your gut heated and tightened into a familiar coil, and your thighs threatened to close in on your hands.
“sugu, baby, ‘m getting close!” you warn him, now roughly grabbing at your other boob that lacked attention.
“me too, pretty girl—me too,” he grunts, the pace of his jerking increasing greatly. he works up and down his length with two hands and purpose, breathing heavily and watching his abdomen contracting tightly.
“play with your clit,” suguru breathes out, a whine escaping his throat momentarily. you moan at the unexpected sound, and he continues, “please baby—play with your clit f’me”
he begged and fuck, you’d never felt yourself be so attracted to his voice the way you did right now.
“feels’good” you slur, drool pooling at the corner of your parted lips. you multitasked with toying at your puffy clit with scissoring your cave, the drag of your fingers and stimulation of your bundle of nerves opening the dam.
“cummin’ sugu—hnng, fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out, far too loud as you release on your hand. your juices spill and you drip down to the crack of your ass, down to the sheets, soaking up your panties and mattress.
you continue to fuck yourself as best as you could despite your body jerking at the sensitivity, thighs quaking and back arched off the bed.
“r-right behind ya princess—oh fuck y/n” you hear his voice break as he shoots his load onto himself, his pretty moans all in your ears. he sounded melodic, your name belonging on his tongue as it sends tingles all over your nerves.
after a few minutes, your high comes down, and you slowly pull your fingers out of your pussy, wincing at the contact. geto’s gone quiet, safe for the panting on the other side of the phone, most likely attempting to ground himself from his own orgasm.
you clench your thighs and jolt at the sensitivity. your skin felt clammy and sticky with your arousal, and your bedroom now smelled of your sex. you miss suguru’s scent, and how much differently your sheets would’ve smelt with him in it.
“taste yourself for me,” suguru speaks up, breathless.
you do as he says, bringing your fingers up and wrapping your plump lips around your digits. you moan softly, before giggling cutely when you hear the man groaning in desperation.
“quit makin’ me jealous,” he sighs, the words almost coming out like a whine. “nothin’ gets sweeter than your pussy, swear on everything.”
you can only think of a simple solution for his complaints. you shrug, popping your lips off your soaked hand, “pull up on me then.”
the line goes quiet for a bit, and you can practically hear the arrogant smirk on his face, which only makes your lips tug into a similar smile.
“your fine ass better be ready for me in ten.”
mind you this is a canon moment between me & him 🫦
Falling behind, 01
Art cred(s); @wacuoms
☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader
☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)
☆ Notes. Hi guys! First off, thank you so so so much for a hundred followers! I appreciate it so much and am so grateful! This is going to be a series so expect more pieces from me soon and yeah. That's all I got for right now. Words in bold is reader.
☆ Word count. 997
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‘Fuck mornings.’ Is the mantra that repeats in Suguru’s mind as he turns on the cafe’s lights. Laying his hands on his face before inevitably dragging them down, shrugging his coat off and hanging it against the wall before making his way out the backroom. “Who the fuck is even up this early to get coffee? ‘S ridiculous.” He grumbles as he stumbles to the front of the establishment, flipping the sign that hangs on the door to ‘open’.
The smell of coffee and soft music slowly wakes him up, heating up pastries and putting them in their respective places in the display glass, the usual. Suguru looks at the clock on his lockscreen, its only been fifteen minutes? He huffs, leaning against the counter as his arms are tucked under each other. He sits there staring blankly at the wall. He could read, or doddle, or-, the bell at the front door rings. Isn’t it like six o’clock in the morning? Why would somebody be out of the house this early? Geto sighs as he turns around. “Welcome and good morning. How can-” Everything stops. The music, the sounds of coffee brewing, the clock in the corner, everything. In Front of him sat a girl, roughly his age. She was beautiful, dewy skin glowing in the light of the rising sun. An elastic headband pushing some of her hair out her face. Brown tortoiseshell glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. “Um.” God, even her voice was amazing.
“S-Sorry, um, howw can I help you?” Shit, how long has he been staring? His eyes cast down in embarrassment as he tusks a strand of hair behind his ear. He’s racking his brain to see if he’s remembered her from somewhere. A regular or something? No. Well, the school year just started and there’s a university not that far from here. That’s probably it….or maybe not. She's wearing scrubs, so maybe she has some type of early shift at a hospital. “Is the brown sugar espresso good?” “Uh, i mean yeah. I like it.” The girl nods, sitting there idly for a bit. “Yeah I’ll take that and aaa…creme brulee donut.” Suguru nods, tapping on the screen and logging in quickly. “Oat milk okay?” “Yeah, that’s fine.” He hums putting in the order before looking back up, hand reaching back to the nape of his neck twirl and pull his hair nervously. “Anything else?” She declines, shuffling through her purse and handing her card.
Geto damn near short circles when his hand brushes her. Busy swiping the card and doing whatever else, a slight aroma of peaches fills the air. He sniffed slightly, was that her? “Here you go.” He mumbles as he hands her back the card. The girl flashes him a smile as she takes the card back. When Geto turns around he mentally hypes himself up as he makes her drink, his face feeling like it was on fire as he prepares himself to engage in small talk. ‘Come on Suguru, you got this.’ He takes a deep as he puts ice in the metallic cup, “So, whats your name?” “[reader], you?” “Suguru, suguru geto.” “Oh, thats a nice name.” He might be dying, like actually. “T-Thanks. You got a morning shift? I mean we’re uh…pretty far from the hospital.” Did he just stutter? His palms begin to get clammy as he pours the syrup to the bottom of the cup. Why can’t a sinkhole just his size open up right under him? “Oh no, i’m not a nurse. Not yet at least, I'm going to the medical university not that far from here.” He could feel her eyes in the back of his head. Dear god, what is happening? He’s never been this nervous in his life. Okay, maybe once or twice, but to talk to a girl? Never. Her voice was so light and cheerful.
“That’s whats up. Umm…got anything that you like studying or something that interests you?” ‘Just focus on making the drink. Focus and everything will go smoothly.’ Geto thinks as he pour the espresso and oat milk into the cup. Shaking it quickly and a bit roughly before pouring it in a plastic to-go cup. “I enjoy the simulations, they have these extremely realistic robots, like i i was in a simulation lab with a friend, ya’know just practicing, and one just yelled out ‘i want my mommy’.” He chuckles softly. Putting on the cups top and he put it on the front counter. Towards the pickup side. “I’d honestly be terrified if i were you.” He mumbles as he grabs a small parchment paper bag. Squatting down and grabbing the tongs to put one of the huge brulee donuts inside. He stands back up, folding the top flap and putting a little sticker to keep it sealed. “Here.” Suguru mumbles with a small smile. His hand brushes against hers once more, her skin was so soft. “You smell like peaches.” He blurts out, and immediately regrets it. His entire face and ears flushed into a shade of red. Embarrassment eating him whole, he’s throwing himself off a building. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why i said that, i just-” [Reader] giggles, waving her hand dismissively. “You’re fine and thank you.” She says after a while. Full lips pulled into a graceful smile, his breathe hitched slightly. She was ethereal, like some type of painting you’d see from the renaissance era.
“N-No problem. Uh…s-see you around?” Geto stammers, looking at the girl across the counter. He felt like he was floating, is this what people mean when they talk about love at first sight? Cause he totally gets the hype. “Yeah. I’ll be around every now and then.” He nods frantically, “Yeah, okay.” [Reader] giggles one more time. Before grabbing her food and waving at him as she walks out the door. Him doing the same and waving a good bye as she leaves. ‘Shit.’
☆A/N. I don't really having anything else to say besides I'm working on the second chapter rn and if anyone want to be on the tag list let me know!
© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.
Falling behind
Art cred(s); @wacuoms
☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader
☆ Summary. In which a barista falls in love with a nursing student, or Suguru Geto exprinces love at first sight
☆ Content. Swearing, mentions of self harm (not seriously though), conversations of college, fluff, angst, talks of food, smoking, sever moto incident, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)
☆ Chap(s). 2/?
☆ Status. Ongoing
☆ Taglist. Open! If anyone want to be on the tag list let me know!
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Falling behind, 02
Art cred(s); @wacuoms
☆ Pairing(s). Barista!Suguru geto x Nursing student! reader
☆ Content. Swearing, fluff, talks of food, reader is intended to be black but anyone can read, please let me know if i missed anything :)
☆ Notes. This chapter was a bit harder to write, but I'm still gonna try to update as often as possible. Words in bold is reader.
☆ Word count. 1.84k
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, Enjoy!
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“Somethings off about you.” Shoko mumbles, eating one of the cookies she stole from the display cabinet. Suguru had been awfully cheery despite her and Satoru leaving him to do the morning rush by himself.“What are you talking about? I’m fine.” He responds with a small smile, preoccupied with washing some of the tupperware. “No, she’s right. You’re not yelling at us for eating the food, what happened?.” Gojo bellowed with his mouth half full. Feet swinging as he sits on the counter. Suguru shrugs, turning off the water and grabbing the dish rag off his shoulder. “Well, if you were here like you were supposed to earlier, you would know.” “Okay, but we’re not talking about us. We’re talking about you.”
Suguru scoffs, squatting down and putting the cups in the cabinet. “There uh, was a girl that came in early this morning.” Behind him, Shoko and Gojo look at each other. A look of confusion on each others face. “Okay, a customer came in? So what?” He stands back up to his full height after putting everything away. Turning around and leaning against the back counter. “Yeah but like…i don’t know dude. She was beautiful.” Gojo hops off the counter after noticing a customer walk-in, dusting his hands off. Shoko groans, rolling her eyes. “I swear to god, if you hook-up with another-” Geto whips his head in her direction, scowling. “Oh, shut up.” “No, she's right. Do you know how many people we’ve lost because of you?” Satoru chimes in, ripping off the paper from the printer. Walking to the other side of the back counter and pinning the order on the assembly line above . “What was the last guys name? I think it was jay…Or was it Rowan?” Geto smacks the back of his head. “Ow!” “Shut the fuck up, this is different.” They sit there quietly for a while. Shoko walks by shaking her head, glancing at the order sheet before getting to work on the milk bread while Gojo works on the drink. “You’re just mad cause you know we’re right.”
“Anyway..” Suguru grits, glaring at them both briefly. “She had came in as soon as I opened almost. I was kind of irritated because like..who is up and about that early in the morning, but when i turned around and it was like the world stopped..” Shoko and Satoru rolled their eyes simultaneously. “I don’t know if it was the sunset and the lights playing tricks on me or what, but it looked like she was literally glowing. And she had these gorgeous [e/c] eyes. Her hair was pushed back and so i could see her face and she was the most beautiful person I’ve seen. Her voice was nice too, was kinda velvety but still sounded sweet.” “What was her name?” Satoru mumbled, crushing pieces of mango in the bottom of the glass, adding flavored iced cubes in shortly after. “[Reader].” Shoko looks up from the plate she was preparing. “You get her number?” His lips part slightly before pressing them together, looking down before mumbling lowly. “No.” Shoko and Gojo snicker at his misfortune, watching as he wallows in a corner.
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It’s well into the evening, things have slowed down. Few people, students, sitting in keeping to themselves as the trio have a hushed conversion. The bell that hangs above the door goes off, causing said employees to disperse lazily. “Good evening.” Shoko says with a smile on her face, The other two sit there on their phones. “Hello!” Suguru’s head snapped up, It was her. The girl from this morning. Twice in one day? He didn’t know what he did to deserve this but he is not complaining. He shoves his phone in his back pocket, straightening his clothes a little and tucking the loose hairs from his half-up, half-down, hairstyle away before turning around from behind the counter.
“H-Hey!” He waved briefly, a lop-sided smile plastered on his lips as he tries to not sweat literal bullets. [Reader] looks at him briefly before doing a double take and her eyes widen slightly, a huge smile on her face. “Oh, hey Suguru!” His heart stuttered a bit. “What are you doing back here?” “I wanted to study but i didn’t want to stay cooped up at home either. Ya’know?” Geto chuckles a bit awkwardly, shaking his head. “Totally.” He had no clue what she was talking about. “Uh, what did you wanna get?” He lightly pushes Shoko away with his hip, taking over the register. She looks up the menu that hangs above, Suguru uses this as a chance to admire her. His eyes slightly lidded with a gentle and dreamy look in them.
“Uhhh, i’ll take a dragonfruit mocktail and a vanilla bean cake.” He jumps slightly, straightening his posture. “Five, fifteen.” He pops open the register once he notices her pulling out cash. Handing her change once he takes it. “No need, keep the change.” His brow lifted, “Seriously?” “Yeah.” Suguru closes the drawer, pocketing the little money. “I’ll get it to you soon.” He nods, as she walks away with a small ‘thanks’. “So when's the wedding?” Gojo giggled. Geto rolls his eyes, he honestly forgot they were even there. “Oh fuck off.” “You should’ve seen the way you were looking at her.” Shoko added. He rolls his eyes moving past them to start on the order. “Okay, whatever. Can you not be so loud about it? She’s literally two feet away.” Gojo strolls to the side of him, leaning on his elbow to look at him despite Suguru deliberately avoiding him. “So, you gonna get her number?” He leans over him, grabbing the small pitcher of lime juice. “Uhh, maybe.” He says slowly, pouring a little of it before grabbing the bag of freeze dried dragon fruit.
“If you don’t i will.” Shoko declared, leaning against the counter on the other side of Geto. Watching [Reader] as she sat in the bean bag across the way. Pulling out her laptop. “Like hell you will.” Suguru argued, smashing up the fruits at the bottom of the cup and putting ice in it. “Don’t even know if she’s single.” He grumbled, snatching the liter of sprite from the mini fridge. “Just ask, and if she says she isn’t, get her number.” Gojo shrugs. “Yeah, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.” Shoko added, getting a slice of vanilla cake out and on a plate. He sighs. “I’ll try.”
☆A/N. I don't know how to feel on the ending. I'm making the masterlist for this soon. If any want to be on the tag list let me know!
© 2023 lunerenzo, please don’t plagiarize or translate work.
i feel like husband!suguru would be amazing to you. he’s the type of husband that would have his entire world revolved around you. if he goes to the store, he’s always like, “i wonder if y/n would like this?” when he’s out with his best friend, satoru, he’ll ask him, “do you think y/n would like this?” knowing damn well, despite what satoru says, suguru will get it for you anyways. it’s not like he has anything to spend his money on. if it’s not tattoos or piercings, then he blows everything on you.
speaking of tattoos… your name was inked behind suguru’s ear the day he said he loves you. yeah, maybe that’s a bit bizarre, but to him it’s not. you were it for him. you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so why not tattoo your name?
husband!suguru loves you. everything about you. how you smell. your soft skin. the way the room lights up whenever you step in because your presence alone is stronger than the sun. he loves how your laugh is music to his hears that blooms a warm feeling in his chest that he never felt before. he loves how your curves melt into his body and the sound you make when you moan from his firm grips and wet kisses.
boyfriend!suguru was one thing, but husband!suguru? whew… feral wouldn’t even be the word to describe it. it feels different fucking you now that you have his last name. he’s possessive over you. he whispers in your ear how much he wants to breed you and excited to make you mommy because suguru seeing your stomach round and full of life that you two created would send him over the edge.
husband!suguru is soft with you, but would occasionally pick on you to start harmless banter. he thinks it’s adorable when you get riled up, and even more when you realize he’s doing that just to see you that way. he’ll always end it with “you know i love you, angel.” because he does.
husband!suguru loves you more than life itself.
Wishing that was me rn😞GOD HES HOT😩