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( ♡ ) pairing : Geto Suguru x fem!girlfriend!reader
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , kinda cringe, geto is 17/18 and reader is 15/16 , sex , explicit content , mention of pregnancy , smoking , age gap , idk bro
( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : this is literally my experience and I just made it a Geto x reader 😭😭
Thursday had arrived, and you were spending the night at the residence of your boyfriend, Geto Suguru , just like every Thursday.
Suguru was missing by almost midnight. He had left with Satoru around 10 pm to inspect his car, but got caught in the rain and didn't come back. Instead, he went to Satoru’s place. At 11, you joined your cousin and his friends in their car. When you told Suguru about it, he got envious and demanded that you return home or he would stay at Satoru’s for the night, leaving you by yourself.
You were now wearing blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. After taking a puff of your cigarette, you exhaled deeply just as you heard loud knocks on the door. After changing, you were dressed in blue shorts with side slits and a white tank top. As you took a drag of your cigarette, you released a sigh right before hearing loud knocks on the door.
Knowing full well that it was Suguru, a smile involuntarily graced your lips. As you unlocked the door, there he stood, shirtless, with his t-shirt casually slung over his shoulder. You released a sigh and returned to the sofa, taking a drag from your cigarette while snacking on some chips. Your frustration with Satoru and his behavior still lingered “ why aren’t you wearing a shirt ? “ you asked while taking another puff from your cigarette. Your attention was focused on Suguru as he proceeded to change into fresh attire “ ‘cause it’s wet “ He grumbled, as he was clad in nothing but a pair of shorts.
After snuffing out your cigarette in the ashtray, you heaved a sigh and settled into bed beside Satoru, his distress evident. He was lying on his back, with his arm covering his eyes. You placed your arms on each side of him as you moved closer. You inquired, " kiss?" and gently closed your eyes while delicately touching your lips to his. Once more, you softly uttered, "Kiss," and proceeded to place several kisses on his lips. Satoru grinned and chuckled, tenderly cradling your face as he reciprocated the kisses.
He proceeded to gently guide you onto your back, his hand tenderly supporting your cheek while he maintained the kiss. Suguru expressed his frustration by stating, "You are a pain in the ass ," before giving you one more kiss and rising from the bed. He retrieved his own pack of cigarettes, lit one, and settled into an armchair to continue smoking while browsing on his phone. As you observed Suguru, you continued eating your chips. Feeling neglected by your boyfriend, you let out a sigh and turned your back to him , your attention on your phone now.
As time elapses, you perceive Suguru extinguishing his cigarette in the ashtray before joining you in bed. He reclines on his arm, reaching out to grasp your waist effortlessly, and gently rotates you. With both arms positioned on either side of your head, he leans down and bestows a kiss upon you. Following a brief moment of kissing, he rises and wipes his mouth gently, softly uttering a "come here" as he settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard, inviting you to sit on his lap.
Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts, feeling the softness of your flesh and the hardness of her nipples. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and arched your back, pushing yourself into his touch. His mouth found yours, a fiery kiss that claimed you with an urgency that had been building for hours. Your tongues danced together, a dance as old as time, a promise of what was to come. His hand traveled down your body, finding the waistband of your shorts and panties, and with a swift motion, he slid them down your legs.
Your clothes fell away like leaves in an autumn breeze, leaving them bare and vulnerable. Suguru’s eyes took in the sight of you, the curves that he knew so well, the dips and valleys that made you uniquely you. He felt his body respond, his arousal growing with every passing second. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, the foil packet glinting in the low light. With trembling hands, he ripped it open and rolled it onto himself, feeling the barrier between them, a necessary precaution that somehow heightened the anticipation.
You straddled him, your legs wrapping around his waist, and you guided him inside yourself . You moved in perfect rhythm, your bodies melding together as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building like a crescendo in a symphony. Suguru’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more intense than the last. But there was one that stood out, a niggling concern that grew with every thrust—the condom felt different, looser somehow, but he didn’t mind and continued. He kissed you hungrily, and with a soft grip on your waist he flipped you over.
He positioned himself over you, his eyes never leaving your. Then, with a deep, almost primal growl, he entered you again. You gasped, your nails digging into his back. You moved in sync, your bodies speaking a language that transcended words. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and moans. The intensity grew, a crescendo of passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. He could feel your tightening around him, your body building towards release. With a final, desperate thrust, you shuddered, you climax washing over you like a wave. He followed, his own release a white-hot explosion that left him breathless and trembling. They lay there, panting and entwined, basking in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy. The world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, all that mattered was the warmth of your embrace and the sound of your beating hearts.
Your kisses grew slower, more languid, as you savored the taste of each other. And then it happened. As he pulled out he froze . The condom was no longer on his dick.
“ Uh, baby , we have a small problem “ He said , trying to sound calm , but you could see in his eyes that he was panicking internally.
“ I think my condom slipped off in you.”
You froze, the sound of your racing heart from the previous sex abruptly silenced by the cold hand of reality. The room grew colder, the shadows darker, as the weight of your mistake settled upon you. The air was thick with tension, the unspoken question hanging between you like an invisible wall. What would come next? How would you deal with the potential consequences of this unplanned intimacy? The moment stretched on, a silent scream that echoed through the room.
He felt your breathing even out, your body relaxing slightly. You looked up at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.
“It’s not your fault,” he assured you, his voice firm. “We’ll deal with this together, okay?”
He commenced the quest for the missing condom beneath the sheets, hoping against hope that it would be somewhere on the bed, untouched. Alas, the elusive condom was nowhere to be found.
He was a doomed man.
You gazed at him and elegantly ran your hand through your hair, "I will go to the bathroom and… check if the condom is in me," you mumbled before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom. Suguru heaved a heavy sigh and disheveled his hair as he rose and strolled toward the window, where he lit a cigarette.
You entered the bathroom and delicately inserted two fingers inside you, carefully searching for the condom. Suddenly, you felt it - your heart sank. After retrieving it, you discovered Suguru's semen inside the condom and on your fingers as well. You released a weary sigh, discarding the condom in the trash and proceeded to wash your hands , small tears in your eyes , but you never let them out. As you reentered the room, you walked over to Saguru who was leaning against the window. You mimicked his stance, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling deeply. The two of you sat in silence, smoking, until you finally broke the quiet with a question, "What are we going to do?" Your voice was soft but resolute. "I'll have a chat with Satoru to get some money by morning, and then we'll figure out a plan B for you," he replied, exhaling smoke as he placed a hand on your lower back. "Everything will be okay, my love. We'll sort this out," he assured you, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead and gently rubbing your back.
Sleep
TW: angst, mental health issues
I know this isn’t the latest story you guys thought I would be posting but I know a lot of people are going through a hard time right now and so am I, I thought why not make something out of this feeling yk?
not proofread, I did all of this in about 30 minutes or so
Y/N POV
Sleep. Why do we need it? Is it the constant state of tiredness? An escape from reality? Who knows, all I know is I can’t seem to fall asleep
Throughout the days I get more exhausted, my smile starts to wear thin, and my eyes feel like they’re ablaze. I just want to stay coupled up in my room
But I can’t. Every day it’s another curse and everyday we kill it, it’s like a cycle on repeat day in and day out
“You look tired,” Gojo spoke as we were walking in silence beforehand. I just look to him, my eye bags giving it away, “have you been getting enough sleep?”
“I’m fine, I just didn’t get much sleep last night. I’ll go to bed early tonight” I lied through my teeth. I’m helpless, nothing feels how it should, nothing is how it should be. We continue to walk in silence back to jujustu high
Once I get back to my room I change and just lay on my bed. Why am I like this? I was just fine a couple days ago, so why now? I had so many unanswered questions
I kept up on my training as to not alert anyone of any implications that I’m not doing alright. I remember when Suguru Geto was still here, we used to be close. I remember what it was like to fight beside him, how we used to have fun along with Gojo but it’s in the past now. Now my future is full with cursed spirits
I dream of a place in my mind where I could go. I could just go and never have to worry about anything. I would have my best friends beside me and there would be no cursed spirits, everything would be perfect. It was a dream for a reason
I haven’t been able to bring myself to eat much, only what I need to stay alive. I’m in darkness and I don’t think anyone could pull me out, it’s too late. I curled in on myself under my blanket, sniffling for reasons unknown to me. Sometimes everything we do as sorcerers gets too much, it’s starting to get too much for me and it was too much for Suguru Geto. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I started to sob loudly under my covers
I heard the door open but I didn’t care, I had finally broke the tall standing wall I had put up. The person rushed to my side and lifted the blanket. Gojo stood there with a worried face
“Y/n! Are you ok?” His question just made me sob more. I couldn’t control myself at this point
“Is there something you need?! Something I can do?! Please! Tell me!” He doesn’t know what to do, I myself don’t know what to do. I just lay there a sobbing mess as one of my best friends stares at me with worry etched across his face
Suddenly another pair of footsteps sounds in the room. I can’t move, I can’t see who it is
‘Just leave! Please! I don’t want you to see me like this!’ I shouted in my head only for it not to reach my lips
“Y/n are you alright?” I recognized the voice as shoko. She tried to touch my shoulder but I shook it off. I wanted to scream, scream until my lungs give out, scream until I can’t breathe, scream until my best friend is back. My pillow was soaked with tears
Gojo hesitated as he moved closer to the bed. He lifted the covers and climbed in the bed with me while Shoko gave him a confused look. He moved closer to me until we were only a couple inches apart. He listened to me sob into my pillow, quieting my screams. If I could only see the hurt look on his face, I would’ve been broken for good. He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me to his chest. One of his arms stays on my back as the other strokes my hair softly
“Let it all out.” Was all he said. I sobbed into his chest, my screams breaking both of their hearts as it is mine. Gojo let silent tears fall down his cheeks as he couldn’t help it, he already lost one best friend and he wasn’t ready to lose another
Shoko stared in concern at the scene in front of her not knowing what to do so she did what she could and sat on the bed next to us. She gently laid her hand on my back and rubbed soothing circles. Both of the physical sentiments seem to help calm me down, soon I was reduced to silent tears and hiccup breaths as I felt my exhaustion consume me
Gojo was panicking on the inside as he held his sleeping tear-stained best friend in his arms. He didn’t want to lose another friend, he’d already lost one and he wasn’t ready to let go of another. He held onto me as tightly as he could without hurting me. His tears still stream down his face quietly as he worries what my future could look like, a sorcerer? A curse user? ….Geto? He quickly ran the idea out of his mind
I fell asleep in the embrace of two of my best friends and I realized something. I may miss old memories, old friends but my most loved ones are right here with me. I can’t have time pass me by while I’m still stuck in the past, yes it takes time to heal and it can’t be done overnight but it has to be done or it’ll consume me
I avoided sleep for the longest time hoping I wouldn’t see his face. I always wondered how he felt in his final weeks before he turned to the other side until I realized, this is how he felt. He felt alone, he felt hatred, he felt sorrow. I don’t think there’s even a word for everything he felt. I felt horrible knowing one of the people I cared about most was suffering in silence for so long and we couldn’t notice
I felt grateful, grateful that I have friends who see me hurting and what I’m going through. Who don’t know how to help but they help anyways, that’s the kind of friends I don’t want to push away. I’m happy to know that I’m not alone through all of this and that if I need someone they’re always there
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
JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 1)
(credit to chosolala for the original)
pair: JJK boys x gn! reader warning: some suggestive content. ft: Toji, Satoru, Suguru, Hiromi, Nanami and Choso. content: JJK men being confused tbh (mostly)
an: i saw an amazing author do this for some of them, i took inspo from them- so yeah. This is pt. 1, pt. 2 will be added laterrrr but will be added nonetheless!
w/c: 1k
JJK boys having a crush on u (pt. 2)
TOJI— » this man did not know he would get a ‘crush’ on someone- much less after having a full on wife (rip) and a kid with said wife. » definitely confused about his own feelings, does he actually like someone? or is it just him mixing ‘business and pleasure’? (since you work with him) » takes a while to confess, first because he wants to make sure he ain’t just lonely and in need of someone to fool around with and secondly he wants to make sure his feelings are true before confessing. » when he finally does, he feels it’s right. you’re right- perfect even. he ends up spending more time with you, tries his best to stop gambling and even starts to treat you to little dates.
SATORU— » this narcissist man will be bewildered because how could he have a crush on someone before that somebody has a crush on him? » will do anything in his power to delay or push down his feelings. he needs you to like him first- or confess first- or something. (he is having a crisis rn) » at some point he does actually have to ask someone, or tell someone else about his (not so little) crush on you. he genuinely felt confused, always had the attention of people but never actually liked someone before. » after a long time (a very long time), bro caves in. he can’t take it anymore- he confesses. finally- a weight lifted off of his chest and shoulders. he hopes TO GOD you like him back (you do).
SUGURU— » not at all like Satoru. he is definitely more relaxed the moment he finds out he has feelings for someone. not confused, just surprised. » will start to hang out with you more, make more jokes, be kinder and overall spend as much time with you as possible. so normally, his feelings grow more each day he spends it with you. » you two grow closer and you end up developing feelings for him as well, so it’s a win/win for both of you. he does not notice you reciprocate your feelings though, so he keeps his feelings to himself for a while longer. » the day he finally decided to confess, you beat him to it- confessed first, he just told you that he liked you as well, and that he was going to ask you out the same day. you both laugh it out and well, go on a date.
HIROMI— » you were one of his clients, after working with you so closely for your divorce he got to know you better. » he keeps it very professional, trying his best to win for you. your ex-spouse’s lawyer had nothing on him, he was determined to win. » after a lot of long and quite honestly- annoying trials, you won the case. he decided to take his shot while outside the courtroom. he stops you by a tap on the shoulder, “Hey, now that you are well- you aren’t married anymore. I was hoping you would be open to go out on a date? No strings attached of course.” » after that date, there were multiple, he gave you space and time to well- ‘mourn’ your divorce. he respected your boundaries and after a while he asked you out, to be his partner, you said ‘yes.’
NANAMI— » he was a regular at your bakery. no questions asked, no small talk needed. you would always prepare his usual, just how he likes it, waiting for him to get out of work to collect it. » he thought the gesture was quite kind and charming in a way, as if he had a spouse at home making him food everyday. He didn’t know how to feel, he was a bit confused, but he always knew that if he were to have a spouse, he would love for them to be like you (or be you). » one day on his way to work he decided to make some small talk, after that day he started to talk more to you, and small talk became more like 21 questions. you both got to know each other and even exchanged numbers. » from small talk, it evolved to chatting, talking stage, dating, engagement and finally marriage. in the span of 3 years, he asked you to be his fiancé, you of course said yes, in your eyes he was perfect and in his eyes, you were far more than perfect.
CHOSO— » poor old man to be honest, he has not the simplest clue as to what love, romance and much less what a crush is. Yuji, as his little brother and the ‘more’ experience in the field of romance (not really), takes it upon himself to show him the ropes. » thanks to Yuji’s help, he started to talk more to you, hang out with you more, and spends more and more time with you. he learned too much with Yuji to be honest. » he wasn’t shy at all, he just wasn’t sure what to do when you told him you liked him. so when he went home after that fact he asked Yuji. his brother's face slapped himself in pity for his much older brother, going over everything he had taught him (again). » the next time you meet with Choso he confessed that he also likes you and that he didn’t know how to respond when you told him your feelings. you laugh at him and tell him that it’s ok, you’re just glad that he figured it out. Masterlist
i would like to clear the record from my previous report i am not ONLY a choso lover i am a JJK MAN (AND FEMALE) LOVER
seriously they had no fucking right to create so many drool worthy characters in one fucking series 🫶🏻
NAME : suguru geto, jujutsu kaisen
SONG : sativa , jhené aiko + rae sremmurd
SUMMARY : y/n is busy with her assignment, but geto is just soo desperate for y/n’s attention. wc : 0.6k
(cockwarmin)
(YALL THIS LOWKEY BAD THIS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT 😭😭)
“fuck.. y/n?”
geto whined, his grip on y/n’s waist tightening as his head went back, resting on the head rest of the chair as y/n continued typing away like geto’s dick wasn’t inside of her right now.
“mhm?”
“how much longer..?”
geto asked, trails of sweat going down his forehead as y/n’s walls unconsciously squeezed against geto’s cock, clamping her pussy down on his cock as he groaned.
“y/n.. i wanna fuck you so bad…”
“just one more minute, sugu- ngh.. ru!”
geto grinded against y/n’s ass, his head digging into y/n’s neck as the boy bit down on the girl’s neck, sucking and lapping his tongue over his bite as y/n let out of breathless moan, one hand on the laptop and her other squeezing geto’s pant leg.
currently, geto was sitting on the chair with y/n facing away from him on his lap, y/n’s knees bent back and resting beside geto’s thighs as geto begged for his cock to be at least be put in. she didn’t question it, just telling him not to move.
“you said that, five minutes ago..”
the raven haired boy said, shutting y/n’s laptop as he pushed y/n forward a bit, her hands on the edge of the table as geto leaned back, his hands on y/n’s ass as he admired the sight of his own cock inside y/n’s pussy, seeing y/n’s hole swallow his cock was soo intoxicating.
“can i fuck you?”
y/n nodded, bracing herself as geto grabbed both sides of y/n’s hips, his grip becoming tight as he thrusted up, an experimental one as y/n jolted in surprise, a whimper slipping out as y/n’s hand went back to hold onto geto’s wrist, hand, or something.
but geto grabbed both of y/n’s wrists, holding a wrist behind their back and holding the other to pull at, keeping y/n up right.
“suguru..”
it was y/n’s turn to whine now, her head turned back a bit to look at geto as geto bucked up his hips, his cock going in and out of y/n’s hole as y/n moaned out loud, her head jolting up as her eyes closed with the build of pleasure that was starting to increase.
“ngh! mh..!”
geto used one hand to hold both of y/n’s wrists behind her back, the other going around and pushing y/n’s back flush against geto’s front as geto’s hands went down, slipping under y/n’s shirt and trailing up and up, going to y/n’s left nipple as geto played with the hardened nipple, the cold touch of geto’s hands making y/n freeze up.
“does it feel good? tell me, baby.”
“yes!-“
y/n was cut off by herself moaning, biting their bottom lip as y/n looked down, seeing geto’s hands start to go over to the other side of their chest.
“mmh! ‘m gonna cum!”
y/n whined, her head turning toward geto and geto’s head turning to y/n. geto smiled, leaning into y/n to kiss her lips as y/n moaned while their lips connected.
geto kept the same pace as he fucked into y/n, making her just moan louder as a string of saliva connected their lips as they separated.
geto leaned his head down to y/n’s ear,
“can i come inside? you want me to come inside?”
“yesyesyes-“
y/n chanted, cumming at the same time that they felt geto’s cum started to leak inside of her her pussy. y/n wriggled on geto’s lap, the feeling of geto’s cum made y/n feel full.
geto breathed heavy into y/n’s neck, kissing it and turning y/n’s head to kiss him, a quick peck as y/n giggled as geto hugged y/n tenderly along the waist.
“round two?”
Sorry for disappearing…it’ll happen again (uncensored in twt)
Dollhouse
Satoru gojo x f!reader x Suguru geto
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex, teasing, bondage, face slapping, praise kink, messy relationships (nobody is dating anybody), creampie, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, fingering, Satoru is a jealous fucker, and so is Suguru, a non-consensual photograph is taken, let me know if I missed anything, based on the song Dollhouse by The Weeknd, currently working on part 2 of this.
It was a constant battle between Suguru and Satoru. Both of them competing for your love and attention. It was hard not to be annoyed by their antics and remarks laced with venom but disguised as innocence, and as much as you hated being the reason for their often childish behavior, today was a different case.
“Satoru?” You called out, breaking the silence that had engulfed the room. Gojo remained quiet as he stared at your naked body, your hands cuffed to the bed, and his blindfold settled on your eyes instead of his.
You were growing anxious with each passing moment, anticipating his moves, as he hadn’t touched you or said a word since he restricted your movements.
Suddenly, you felt the bed dipping under his weight as he crawled on top of you. His hands roamed over your body, tracing every curve and committing it to memory. You gasped when his hand reached your bare cunt and cupped it.
“You look so beautiful like this.” Satoru finally spoke. You subconsciously clenched your thighs around his hand and started grinding yourself slowly against it, desperate for some friction, but he held you down with his other hand. “Needy.” He said tauntingly.
“Gotta be patient if you want me to fuck your pretty brains out.”
“Please,” you whimpered, hearing him chuckle at how pathetic you sound. “Please what?”
“Need you, ‘toru.” Your desperate whines were like music to his ears and he couldn’t wait to hear how you’d sound with his cock pounding into you.
“How bad?” He teased, knowing you were slowly going crazy from the lack of pleasure. “So bad, please. I- i need you. Need you to fuck me.”
“Hmm. I’m not convinced yet. Beg me a little more.” Satoru grinned down at you. Had the circumstances been different, you would’ve scolded him for being so mean.
“Please, please i need…to feel you inside me. Please!” You couldn’t take it anymore, he was driving you insane, and any shred of dignity you had was tossed out the window when he laid his hands on you.
“That’s more like it.” Gojo finally made a move by pushing two fingers into you. “Fucking hell…you’re so wet.”
“Is this all for me?” He asked and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Yes, yes, all for you!” Satoru added a third finger, and sped up his pace.
“I’m- mmh… close.” You moaned as you felt his thumb start rubbing your clit. “Already? Haven’t even put my dick inside you and you wanna cum like the little slut you are, huh?”
“‘Toru, please, i-“ you were so close to finally having some release but it was all taken away as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste of you. “So sweet.”
He looked up at you at the sound of you sniffling and reached out to cup your face. “You cryin’?” Saturo mocked you as the tears fell from your eyes, dampening the blindfold. “Need you, please… please.” You don’t think you’ve ever felt this desperate in your entire life before and a small part of you should’ve cared but you couldn’t for whatever reason.
Maybe it was because you harbored a great deal of feelings for him, or maybe it was because you knew that the more he teased you, the harder he was going to fuck you and you had been going at this little game of his for about an hour now.
“You ready for me, sweets?” Satoru beamed at you as he pumped his thick cock in his hand. You nodded your head vigorously “Mhmmm.”
He started pushing the tip in slowly, placing his hands on either side of your head. You whimpered at the feeling of him stretching you out. No matter how many times he’s fucked you, you could never get used to the feeling of him slipping inside.
“Still as tight as the first time i fucked you.” Gojo groaned at the sensation of your warm cunt sucking him in. He stopped his movements as he filled you up to the brim, letting you get used to the stretch.
You pulled at the cuffs which signaled for him to start moving. Satoru set a steady pace, pushing in and out of you.
“Faster…” you said, your voice barely audible to him. “Gonna have to be louder than that.” He grabbed your face. “What do you want, hmm?”
“Want you to fuck me harder.” You whined and frowned when you heard him laughing. “Too fucked out to tell the difference between faster and harder? Which one do you want?” He asked. “Both.”
“Manners.” He simply said, lightly slapping your face. “Both, please…”
“Good girl.” Satoru praised and your pussy clenched around him upon hearing that. “Aww, you like it when I call you that?” You shook your head, your eyes rolling to the back of your head even though he couldn’t see it.
He started pounding into you faster, fucking you deep into the mattress and you constantly pulled at your restraints, desperate to touch him. “S’good…” He wrapped his arm around your head, feeling incredibly small under him as he kept you in a headlock.
“Don’t stop.” You begged, an all too familiar sensation bubbling up inside you. “Fuck…can feel you squeezing me tight. You gonna cum for me?” Satoru groaned.
“Yes- yes…fuck! I’m so close!” The sound of skin slapping on skin was nothing short of obscene as he fucked into you harder. “Beg me to make you cum, pretty.”
“Make me cum, please, ‘toru, wanna be a good girl and cum all over your cock- ahh!” The knot in your stomach needed one more tug to come undone. Satoru was abusing that sweet spot inside you repeatedly. “Fuck, cum for me, sweet girl.” He drawled out and that was all your body needed to fall off the edge.
“‘M cumming- hah- you’re- fuck!” Your mind went blank as he fucked you through your orgasm. “That’s it. Cum all over me.” He cooed at you, your pussy clenching around him tightly. Satoru kept an unrelenting pace as your pleasure turned into overstimulation. “It’s too much! Please…can’t take it anymore!” You whined, tugging at your restraints.
“Stop being such a whiny baby. I know you can take more than that.” Satoru bullied his cock into you deeper, the bed shaking from how hard he’s fucking you. The pain soon contorted into a heavenly feeling, and your mind, including any thoughts in it, started to float away as you let him have his way with you.
“Satoru! Fuck, right there! Oh god it’s so- fucking good!” You moaned loudly into his ear and it took everything in him not to cum right then. “Yeah? Right here?” He said the words in between each hard thrust. “Yes, fuck!” Gojo did his best to not cum until he pulled another orgasm from you.
And he did exactly that, squeezing your perfectly round tits, as he sucked at your neck, making sure to leave his mark on you. He pulled away from your neck for a few seconds, “You gonna cum again, sweets?”
“Uh…huh- I’m clo-“ your words were cut off as you came, the pleasure rocking through you for a second time. “God- fuck! I’m cumming again!” Your entire body felt incredible, while Gojo kept pounding into you.
The feeling of floating soon diminished when he pulled out of you, your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate to be full of him again. “No! Please!” You cried.
“Want you to cum again. On my mouth this time.” Satoru said, sliding down so that his face was mere inches from your pussy. He licked a long stripe from your aching hole to your clit, giving it a quick suck before repeating the previous action once more. You squirmed under his hold, trying to grind against his tongue.
He stops his movements altogether, earning a whimper from you. “Stay still or you won’t cum.” Gojo says plainly, and you’re forced to obey when his tongue feels so fucking good on you. “Good girl.”
Satoru resumes his assault on your pussy, inserting his middle finger into you, while his thumb and tongue rub and lick at your clit. He adds another finger, increasing his pace as you tighten around him again. “Close- ‘m so fucking close!” You sob, wishing with everything in you that you attain some sort of superhuman strength and break out of the cuffs.
“Cum.” He commands, and you do as he says, cumming on his tongue and fingers. Satoru licks you up greedily, making sure to not waste a single drop of your sweet juices. “So fucking good.” He grunts, your moans leading him to involuntarily grind his cock against the mattress.
He gets on top of you again, holding his cock in his hand, as he lines it up with your entrance once more, sliding in much easier this time. “Ahh-” Gojo starts pounding into you without warning, sighing into your neck, mumbling words you can’t hear, but you can feel the way his lips move against you.
“Can he fuck you like i do?” Satoru startles you with the question and it takes you some time to decide how you want to answer that, opting to play dumb even though you know he knows about your…thing with Suguru. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And he slaps you on hearing the words leave your lips. “Now’s not the time to put on the dumb little slut act. You know exactly who i’m talking about.”
“He-“ your words are cut off by Satoru speeding up his thrusts, you felt like you were on cloud nine as you came for a fourth time. “Again.” He tries to coax the answer out of you. “Ohh, come on, don’t tell me i’ve fucked you dumb that you can’t even answer my question.” Try as you might, your brain couldn’t form the words it so desperately wanted to.
He grabs ahold of your face, squeezing your cheeks tightly. You finally manage to say something. “Ngh- no…fuck! No one fucks me like you.” And you hear him huffing at your answer. “Not good enough. Try again.” He squeezes tighter. “Does he fuck you as good as i do?”
“No! Oh- fuck! Suguru doesn’t fuck me as good as you do, Saturo!” You feel his dick twitching inside you at that and his thrusts start getting sloppy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Satoru spills out curses from his lips as he dumps his load of hot cum inside your exhausted body.
He pulls out of you and gets up from the bed. You hear him shuffling around the room, and in your hazy state, you completely miss the sound of a camera shuttering.
Satoru reaches for the nightstand, grabbing the keys to the handcuffs and unlocks them, eliciting a heavy groan from you, as you rub at your now red and achy wrists. Gojo then moves to take off the blindfold as well and you squint your eyes, adjusting to the light.
His body flops down beside you and he pulls you close to him, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “Did so well for me.” He softly says, completely contradicting his behavior from a few moments ago.
He waited till you were fully asleep, before grabbing his phone and sending the lewd picture of you, blindfolded and tied to the bed with his cum leaking out of you, to Suguru.
It’s sometime past midnight when Suguru’s phone vibrates on his nightstand. He had been tossing and turning in his bed, unable to fall asleep.
He reaches for his phone and he frowns upon seeing the notification from Satoru. What could he possibly be telling him at this hour?
Suguru physically feels the air get sucked from his lungs as he stares at you. His blood practically boils, feeling jealousy coursing through his body. “Fuck.” He curses when he reads the text sent after the photo.
“Made her cum four times.”
Geto please</3
Wip, God I love this mentally unstable man
Wip!! Fem Suguru Geto <3
She's inspired by Elvira so It's just right that I draw Fem! Geto as her no? The veil hurts ngl but fuck it we ball
Suguboo♡
Male back anatomy and shading practice... I'm thinking about adding some back tattoos, it would fit Geto
Wonder where he got those scratches
Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader
[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]
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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.
But none of that matters to you.
The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.
Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”
You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.
The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.
Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”
You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”
The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.
He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.
“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”
You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”
Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”
You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.
Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.
As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.
“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.
The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.
But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.
He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.
By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.
“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.
“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”
Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”
As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.
“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”
You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”
His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.
“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”
“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”
You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.
“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”
He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”
You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.
Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”
As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.
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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫
➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully
The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else.
The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes.
Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight.
You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress.
Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly?
“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning.
A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.
The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile.
You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself.
You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room.
“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look.
“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?”
You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled.
When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver. But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”
“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk.
And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings.
“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it.
“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.
“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.
Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.
The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar.
His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you.
All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him.
And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?
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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫
➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully
The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else.
The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes.
Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight.
You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress.
Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly?
“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning.
A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.
The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile.
You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself.
You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room.
“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look.
“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?”
You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled.
When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver. But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”
“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk.
And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings.
“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it.
“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.
“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.
Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.
The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar.
His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you.
All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him.
And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?
𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫
➪ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮
ive been an academic victim on the weekdays and a party girl on the weekends but im back hopefully
The obnoxious ringing of a phone alarm cut through the layers of sleep, forcing you to wake. Without opening your eyes, you already knew something was off. It was a Saturday, so you didn’t have an alarm set, meaning that it was something else.
The sinister thought caused you to bolt upright, searching for the source of the annoying noise. You didn’t find a phone, but something far more startling greeted your eyes.
Splayed out on the other side of the bed, was none other than your co-worker and friend, Geto Suguru. He laid on his stomach, face hiding in his elbow and hair spread out around him. If you weren’t so horrified and confused about everything about this, you would’ve taken a moment to appreciate such a pretty sight.
You slowly backed out of your bed, trying to piece together the moments before this, but all you could pull from the depths of your memory was going to a bar with Shoko and Utahime. A chill went up your spine and you hurried to check your state of dress.
Completely clothed, you thought in relief, but you noticed that they certainly weren’t the ones you’d gone out in. What had happened last night? And most importantly, why wasn’t Suguru getting up when it was his phone that was blaring so loudly?
“Suguru!” You hissed, pushing at his shoulder, a raging headache beginning to take hold of you. Between the hangover that was making itself known, the continuous alarm, and your current situation, you were expecting an awful morning.
A low groan left him and you paused at the sound. Had his voice always been that deep? Shaking yourself as if to physically rid yourself of your thought process, you pushed at him again. “Wake up, Suguru, your alarm is ridiculous,” You grumbled.
The ravenette didn’t move and, for a moment, you feared that he still wouldn’t wake up until you saw his head move to the side and his eyes peek out from under his hair. “‘Mornin’,” He rasped, lips curving into a smile.
You had to take a pause, struck by not only his soft smile and morning voice, but the way he was hugging one of your pillows like he belonged there, comfortable in your bed. “Your alarm…” You deflected, covering your face to orient yourself.
You heard a soft chuckle, some rustling, and then the screaming phone was finally shut off. “What do you remember from last night?” Suguru spoke, sitting up. You shook your head and crossed your arms, still awkward, even in your room.
“Nothing besides initially going out,” You sighed, still racking your brain. “You’re not going to ask what I’m doing here?” He grinned, running a hand through his hair. You shifted on your feet and shot him a look.
“I assumed that would go without saying…” Suguru’s grin widened at your words and he cocked his head as if questioning you. “Really? You don’t remember calling me and practically demanding that I come to help you out since apparently your getting black-out drunk was my fault?”
You could only blink owlishly at him, already mortified because you knew exactly what he was getting at. During work, one of your coworkers had been all over Suguru, although there was obviously something between you two, even if that something was unlabeled.
When he hadn’t fended her off, but instead indulged in it, you felt jealousy burn hotly in your system, before that gave way to defeat. Shoko had reasoned that the only way to get rid of it was to go out and find your own ‘distraction’. Utahime had largely been against the idea, but she didn’t want to pass up on a fun night, so she opted for being designated driver. But, clearly, if you ended up with Surguru in your bed with you unable to remember how it had happened, something had gone very wrong.
You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not at all knowing how to respond to him and his piercing gaze. “At first, I assumed it was drunken ramblings… but it was hard to ignore when you told me that I should only ever flirt with you…” He continued, a teasing lilt to his voice.
“I didn’t mean to wake you and make you come all the way over here, but-”
“But you were jealous?” Suguru finished, running a hand through his hair, not even trying to bite back his smirk.
And just like that, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach turned to a lead weight that made you uncomfortable. At first it seemed like Suguru was teasing you, but now it felt as though he was just here to mock you and your feelings.
“As I was saying,” You muttered, looking away, “I’m sorry you came all the way here, but I’m fine now and you don’t have to stay,” You finished, making your way to your bedroom door to open it.
“Hey, wait, you’re trying to get rid of me already?” The ravenette called out, catching your wrist in his hand. You just avoided his gaze, not knowing exactly what he was getting at. “You don’t think I’d do this for just anyone do you?” He murmured, stepping closer to you.
“I’m just confused,” You sighed, risking a glance at him. A small smile pulled at his lips and his hand moved from your wrist to your hand. “I should’ve made it clearer, the way I feel about you,” He started, pressing his lips to the palm of your hand.
Your face burned, but you didn’t turn away from his gaze. “Well, how do you feel…?” You asked quietly. His smile widened and he drew you impossibly closer to him. “Knowing that I’ll see you every day, makes waking up in the morning so much easier for me. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while now, but… I want to define what we have. I want you to be mine,” He asserted, his hands snaking around your waist.
The flutters in your chest were back with a vengeance, but before you could let embarrassment take hold, you were grabbing Suguru by his collar.
His sound of surprise was almost immediately muffled by your lips as you pulled him closer. Words weren’t your strong suit, but you knew there was no way for him to misinterpret your actions. With hardly any hesitation, the ravenette was sinking into the kiss and taking control of it, his arms tightening around you.
All too soon, however, it was over and you were met with his fond smile. “Can we go back to bed? I think we both deserve it,” He grinned pulling you closer to him.
And who were you to turn down being held by your new lover?
maw
“I’m afraid I’ll eat them, sometimes,” you whisper.
“I know,” he says, curling a big hand around your nape, cupping your skull. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I know.”
You think he’s the only one who does.
notes: me writing someone other than nanami? it’s more likely than you’d think. i lowkey felt possessed when i wrote the meat of this in a frenzy in my tumblr drafts. the getou & consumption brainrot is real. this isn’t even my getou wip. god. do not perceive me.
pairing: getou suguru x afab reader
wc: ~2k
warnings: 18+ minors dni, jjk manga spoilers (gojo’s past arc), pre-canon but with aged up characters (college au), afab reader (no pronouns used), canon-typical blood & gore, canonical minor character deaths, brief religious references, reader has a (somewhat vague) innate technique, said innate technique swallows up some corpses at some points, cannibalism (in a nightmare), fingering, smut, non-linear timeline. let me know if i missed anything!
It was only ever Suguru.
Later, you’ll hear all the different theories as to where you went so wrong: you are a lamb led astray, unaware of the sharp-toothed grin closing slow around you; you ate the apple straight from his hand, lips glistening and tongue wrapping slick around his fingertips, the crimson skin of it catching between your teeth, till your smile was only bloodied, pulpy gums; the gluttony of the insatiable maw of your technique drove you mad.
But it was only ever him.
Just a man with a sunset smile, something slow that filled the sky, that painted the world with color. Just a man with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed.
(Just a man with rot laid heavy on his tongue, pulsing black and pungent, little veins of blight uncurling to slip down his throat, into his belly, to fester and keep.
If you swallow someone else’s sins, you wonder, must you atone too?)
There was no trickery, no seduction, no madness.
It was just Suguru.
The elders send you to wade through what he leaves in his wake.
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