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Drummer! Geto Suguru x GN! reader

context: "Joint Jinx Keystone” (JJK), a band that consists of Geto, Gojo, Yuji and Megumi. Geto, the drummer, found a lovely partner (cough you) and is happy with how the relationship is going, hoping to spend more time with you and relax. Suguru is 22, Satoru is 21, and both Megumi and Yuji are 19.

content: fluff, possible angst, emo Geto lol, and some suggestive topics.

warning: Suggestive content (no nsfw).

an: This Band! AU is made by sketchyysummer on Instagram! (link to their Tumblr). I made Satoru's already (link to it below) and now it's Suguru's turn. I'll also write HC for the rest of the members! (Megumi and Yuuji)

Idol! Gojo Satoru HC w/c: 1.6k art: Summer's Band! AU Character Design

likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Drummer! Geto, who can hang out with you in silence. Your presence is enough for him to feel at ease and relax. He could even fall asleep with his head on your shoulder or lap, not bothering to ask since he already knows you won’t oppose it. Drummer! Geto, who likes to see you in his clothes, especially his oversized shirts, not wasting time telling you how much he loves how you look with them on (or off), “You look so good, baby.”, he said to you. Drummer! Geto, who’s main love language is physical touch. He will hug you from behind while you're doing tasks, talking to people or even in bed. Definitely big spoon most of the time, wanting to have you as close to him as possible. Drummer! Geto, who may not tell you but he’s a jealous man. He sees you talking with someone? He will walk towards you and wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him, and staring down the person you were talking to, while also placing his head on your shoulder. Drummer! Geto, who likes to hold hands while you are going out or walking with him. He's the type to intertwine fingers, not only hold your hand. He will also make sure to kiss the top of your hand from time to time, or squeeze softly to get your attention, “You are a sucker for physical touch.”, you teased. Drummer! Geto, who is not really into that much PDA but small kisses on the lips from time to time in public. Maybe the casual makeout, but nothing too extra. Of course what he does not do in public, he gives back in private. He prefers to see your reactions in a more intimate setting.

Drummer! Geto, who knows you like hanging out with him and Satoru, so he invites you to almost all hangouts he has with him. Flat out asked you if you wanted to live in their studio with him (Suguru and Satoru share a studio home). Drummer! Geto, who knows that Satoru is the most popular member of the band, has multiple people on him, but is glad you aren’t one of them. Trusting you 100% in everything you do, whether alone or with him. Drummer! Geto, who puts himself down when the band fails at something, blaming and putting all the load on himself. His bandmates tell him it's not his fault, but he can’t help but think it is. Shutting himself off to even you, not wanting to listen to logic.

Drummer! Geto, who you find sitting in a room alone, staring at a wall, looking tired and beat down. Sitting beside him and just waiting for him to say something. Sometimes all he needs is to not be alone, so your presence is enough to make him feel at least the tiniest bit better.

Drummer! Geto, who when he does want to talk about what happened, he likes when you let him hug you or rest his head on your chest while he tells you what is going on in his mind, or what makes him sad. Of course you let him, hugging him back and listening to him oh-so closely.

Drummer! Geto, who after breaking down and telling you everything, finally relaxes and lets himself go for a while. Thanking you with small kisses all over your body and affirmations. “Thank you… you are all I need.., my sweetheart…”, he would say between kisses, making you blush but grateful for the way he is.

Drummer! Geto, who loves to have you in between his legs, no matter where you are sitting, he has a comfortable lap and knows it (you tell him). Sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around your lower abdomen, head on your shoulder. He is either just breathing, talking or leaving soft kisses. Drummer! Geto, who loves to see you in the crowd while he and his band are playing at a concert. He waves and smiles at you, signaling you to go to the VIP room when the concert is done. Hugging you and overall being happy the concert is done and you are in his arms once again.

Drummer! Geto, who knows you love the way he plays the drums and tries to learn your favorite songs to play them for you. Which of course makes you happy and that's why he does it, to see you happy.

Drummer! Geto, who teaches you the components of the drum set, what different sounds the instruments make, from the bass drum to the cymbals. Having you sit in his chair, while he guides your hands with the drumstick from behind to hit the right places to make a sound. Pressing his chest on your back for support as he helped you.

Drummer! Geto, who melts at the sight of you trying to play the drums while he’s not there. You decided to try to learn his favorite song to surprise him, he figured it out but kept it a secret from you, wanting to let you practice and ‘surprise’ him. Once you learn (to the best of your abilities), you show him and see how proud he was of you and happy that you took time off of your day to learn something he likes.

Drummer! Geto, who when he sees you right after showering or when you wake up just goes, “Damn.”, as he stares at you. Calling you over to where he is for a kiss or to wrap his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him. Drummer! Geto, who unlike Satoru, does not show you off to anyone, or brags about you. He prefers to have his love (you) to himself, of course his bandmates know you guys are dating, but he almost never talks about you in an egotistical manner. Drummer! Geto, who loves to cook for you or with you. Everytime you are over at his and Gojo’s place, he cooks for you, whatever you want (as long as the ingredients are at home). He also loves to cook with you, he gets everything ready and even gets you matching aprons so you don't get your clothes dirty.

Drummer! Geto, who lets you, and only you, brush his hair. He loves it when you do his hair, when you brush his hair or anything that has to do with head massages. Especially if he has his head on your lap or is sitting in between your legs but on the floor.

Drummer! Geto, who knows how to take care of you when you are sick. Going to your place with some food, medicine, your favorite sweets or dessert and staying with you the whole day. You watch your favorite shows with him and enjoy his company, as does he.

Drummer! Geto, who takes ideas from you (with your permission) and incorporates them into the songs he writes with Satoru for the band. He loves to hear your ideas, and loves to put them in the songs, not only to remind him of you but also because you always have amazing ideas… Well, at least that's what he says.

Drummer! Geto, who gets matching tattoos with you. Something that matters to both of you, something that reminds him of you (and vice versa), something that makes you both very happy to have and be able to share. Sitting beside you and holding your hand while you are getting tattooed as moral support. Saying, “You are doing great sweetheart” or “It’s almost over, ok?” in that sweet voice of his.

Drummer! Geto, who takes the role of the “dad of the group” every time he’s out with you and his bandmates. “Yuji!!” Geto screams at the boy from afar. Poor Yuuji, his name being called the most when trying to do something stupid. Satoru does not go unnoticed though, he was the one hyping up Yuuji to do something stupid after all, earning him a glare from Suguru. Drummer! Geto, who has an amazing goth/punk (alt) style while dressing. No matter the occasion, weather or time, he will always have a great fit, and always helps you with yours (if you want that is). He loves your style, but loves it more when you are matching with him.

Drummer! Geto, who even though he loves you very dearly, the band is above you when it comes to priorities. After all, he was the one who came up with the idea, and he met you way after the band was established and started. Drummer! Geto, who tries to atone for the fact that he puts you after the band by planning dates, making you gifts and spending quality time with you. He knows that won’t help that much, but he can't help but take care of his band and you.

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 🫶🏻

Nightmare fright

Pt 2

Including- choso, kento, Ryomen

Choso

Kento

Ryomen

TODAYS LATER smau is Jjk men when you ask to see their bank account!

Expect crack

JJK

ASKING THEM HOW MUCH THEY GOT IN THEIR BANK

Gojo, sukuna, toji, megumi, yuji.

Suggestion, crack, insults.

A/N: I changed this from “asking to see their bank”

PT2.

JJK SMAU✨✨

How much you got in your Bank?

PT2

During ovulation

Made 300$ for letting a man slap my ass

Tomorrow’s two smau is:

Jjk MEN during your ovulation!

MDNI- will be very suggestive, smutty. Very inappropriate. Please do not engage.

Choso, nanami, geto, gojo, toji, sukuna.

——————-^^

Also tomorrow will be my first full enhypen smau but only hyung line.

When you show them your new set!

Jake, jay, sunghoon, heeseung.

MDNI- will be very suggestive, smutty. Very inappropriate. Please do not engage.

JJK SMAU WHEN YOUR OVULATING

MDNI

<incl> Choso, gojo, nanami, geto, toji, sukuna

Warnings: mentions of sex, suggestive. Reader is impatient, blindfold kink, word usage of whore, slut, slight praise, degrading. Begging.

Sorry I haven’t updated guys I’m doing army training right now😭

I literally be too tired to do anything and im super busy plus I don’t have any ideas on my smau so sorry again😅

My routine is literally:

35 push-ups

20 Russia twists

2 hour walk

5 mile jog

100 sit ups☹️

My body hurts so bad omggg

Telling them you let a guy slap your ass for 300$ (prank) JJK MEN

Incl: gojo, nanami, geto, sukuna, toji, Choso

Warning: cursing, mentions of objectifying, mentions of violence.

MDNI

What’s your favourite scary movie?

Ghostface!Geto x f!reader

Your ex was always a bit weird, but you still loved him. After breaking up you went to your first halloween party with your friends. What could go wrong?

Warnings: death, blood, horror?, crazy Geto, swearwords, maybe a tiny bit suggestive? Geto is an asshole.

Around 1.6k words

English is not my first language and I did not re-read this. Spelling mistakes?

You stand in front of the bedroom mirror looking at yourself. The costume fit you well, hugging all the right spots. You’ve never looked hotter. Shoko, your friend which somehow managed to drag you into this mess, whistled behind you.

“You look good.” she smirked as she took out the last cigarette from her beat down box that looked like it was run over by that stupid bus that takes you to university. “You should put on those white thigh high socks and then I’ll spray you with some blood.”

“Hopefully it’s fake.” you roll your eyes and smirk at the med student. “I don’t want any of your study rat’s blood on me.”

“You’ll find out afterwards.” Shoko says sarcastically and leaves the room while the smell of cigarettes stays right there with you and travels all the way to her room.

You let out a sigh as you fix your cheerleader uniform and then walk up to a drawer, starting to look for those white thigh high socks. You hum a tune as you finally take them out, putting them on and then on top of them you put on your worn out converses that you don’t mind spraying with fake blood. Shoko steps back in the room and before you can even react you feel something cold, wet and sticky splash onto your body.

“What the fuck, Shoko?!” You squeal as you turn to look at your friend. She was already standing there with the biggest grin and then you feel more of the substance hitting your body. “Bitch!?”

She just laughs.

“Finally you look perfect.” She says and takes the last hit of her cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray you left for her in your room. You bought it when you went to Paris with your ex. You grimace at the memory and shake your head.

“Gojo is coming with us.” She says as she looks at her phone. Funnily enough, she was a bloody nurse for halloween. Said it was an easy costume as she already had all of the clothes she’ll never use again from previous years.

“Will he be there?” You ask with a slight tone to your voice.

“Don’t know. Gojo didn’t say and I didn’t ask.” She shook her shoulders and took you by your hand. “C’mon let’s go. Gojo’s waiting outside.”

“Already?” You raise an eyebrow as you follow her out.

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The same second you stepped into the party, Gojo was already gone. He was dressed up as Jack Frost and you only rolled your eyes as he ran after the first hot girl he saw. Shoko on the other hand stayed with you for a while but then left to look for someone who had cigarettes and wanted to share. So you were left all alone standing in the stupid party you didn’t even want to come to.

You saw a few familiar faces here and there, no one you were too close with. Though it was quite okay. At least you weren’t stuck in your room, depressing over your ex-boyfriend.

You fix your skirt as you take a step towards the kitchen. Your throat was dry and you wanted another beer. As you walk into the kitchen the music dims down behind you. Whoever was throwing this party was rich. Everything was neat and expensive. Even the fridge was way bigger than necessary. You smirk as you notice the note on the fridge informing you that instead of ice, there was wine in there. You take a glass and pour yourself some. But before you can take a sip something stops you. A sound. A scream.

Someone was screaming out of pain. Your eyebrows furrow as you slowly get closer to the door. Was that just a part of this party? After all it was halloween. But before you can check it out, someone touches your shoulder and you drop the wine. You let out a scream and turn around to see Gojo towering over you with the biggest smirk.

“You asshole!” You point a finger at his chest while he just laughs.

“You should’ve seen your face! It was so funny.” He wipes off tears from his eyes. “I should’ve taken a-“ suddenly he goes quiet and his eyes widen.

“Satoru?” You ask softly before looking down at his stomach. It was bloody. And the blood spot was getting bigger while something sharp was sticking out. Suddenly it was removed and Gojo opens his mouth for a second. But all that could be heard was a gurgling sound. Blood spills out of his mouth and his body goes limp, falling onto the floor. Once where was his body, stood a tall masked and hooded figure.

Without a word you start running as fast as you could. As you leave the room you see more dead bodies laying around as people try to leave the house, boarding the doors and pushing each other. You start running towards the stairs to the second floor. Maybe you could jump out the window. It wasn’t the safest plan but there was no other option. You heard your shoes hit the floor as you run up the stairs, opening doors of random rooms. You see a big window in one and you smile in victory as you run to it. You start opening it and then look down. It was quite a fall but you’d survive. Maybe strain something or break a bone in the worst case scenario. Or in the best one, after all you don’t want death.

One of your legs go through the window, but before you could jump someone grabs onto your hair and pulls you back. You let out a terrifying scream out of fear and pain and feel something sharp next to your throat. You try not to squirm too much as the sharp tip of the blade was touching your neck.

“Hey.” A deep voice that sounded robotic says. “What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“I don’t watch scary movies.” You answer in a whisper, too scared to move.

“You have a boyfriend, beautiful?”

“Why is this how you want to ask me out on a date?” You spit the words out this time in a panic, thinking about Shoko. Was she dead? Did she manage to get out? Suddenly Gojo’s dead body lingers in your mind and tears well up in your eyes.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again getting closer to your ear.

“No.”

He throws you onto the bed and laughs. His gloved hand grabs onto the end of the mask and pulls it up. And suddenly you’re met with the brown eyes your so familiar with. They’re wide with lust and adrenaline as he looks at you with a big creepy smile. If none of this was happening - you would think he looks quite hot. But now you’ve never been more scared of your ex.

“Awe. You never looked for anyone else. So cute. Such a good girl.” He smirks as he steps closer to you.

“Y-you.. You killed Gojo?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would Geto kill his own best friend?

“He was getting too close to you for my liking.” Suddenly he pressed the blade into your thigh, slashing it a bit and staining your white thigh highs with more blood. This time though, it wasn’t fake. You let out a whine out of pain and he shuts you up with a kiss. “You belong to me. Don’t you ever forget that.” He whispers into your lips and brings the knife to your throat.

“Please.. Please don’t kill me.” You ask while tears fall down your face and he just chuckles wiping them off. His hands were stained with blood and while touching you he was also staining you with the blood of your innocent friends.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” He grins. The tip of the blade reaches your shirt and he starts cutting it open. “Y’wanna know why I killed them all?” He hums. “Because I fucking hated them. I hated them all. Stupid monkeys.. So filthy and stained by the world. And I hate you too. Oh you have no idea how much I fucking hate you.”

“Suguru..” you let out a chocked sob.

“Shh.. shut up.” He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks making your lips pout. “You’re so pretty, but so fucking dumb. If you-“

Sirens of police were heard outside and Geto smirks as he steps away.

“If you tell anyone. I’ll kill every single person you love. And then.. I’ll kill you.” He puts his mask down and the robotic voice is back again. “By the way.. You look so hot in that costume.”

And then he’s gone again as you lay in the bed all alone and bloody, crying.

Extra:

You were laying on the couch in the living room. It’s been a few weeks after the incident. Shoko was safe. She was the one who called the police as she was outside for quite a while, smoking a cigarette. Now she was in school as you were left at home alone.

The phone rang and you lazily picked it up.

“Hello?” You say softly, as you were laying really comfortable and almost falling asleep.

“(Y/N). What’s your favourite scary movie?”

Baked with Love (Geto x Reader) - Drabble/preview

Summary: You were a fresh out of college and happened to become roommates with one of the most dangerous curse user and his two adopted daughters. Could you cook your way into his heart? Takes place a couple years after the KFC breakup. 

a/n: There is not enough Geto fluff on this site :( Taking a break from writing ACOTAR fanfics! Also, not using Geto’s famous word because it makes me feel…weird..so I’m just using non-sorcerer a lot. Sorry! WC: 1.5k

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After recently graduating from Tokyo University with a finance degree and landing a not-so-wonderful corporate job, you decided to splurge on a high-rise apartment with amazing views and a rooftop garden. Shortly after moving in, you occasionally heard two little girls playing in the apartment next door, either on the patio or through the thin walls. A nice family next door must mean a peaceful complex. Little did you know, the most dangerous curse user, who threatened the lives of non-sorcerers, lived in that quaint, peaceful apartment right next to yours.

A week goes by, and after starting your new corporate job, the nine-to-five lifestyle quickly begins to leave you stressed. To unwind from a dreaded day of spreadsheets and numbers, you picked up a new hobby: cooking and baking. However, one issue arose rather quickly. You end up making too much nearly every night, more than you can even bring to work. Sure, you could bring the dozens of muffins you made in five different flavors to the office, but what are the chances someone would actually grab a couple? You were new, after all, and didn’t have the proper work clique. Another thought: you could always drop some off for the peaceful family next door. With two small children, surely food wouldn’t go to waste.

So you decided to walk over, with a bag full of various breads and muffins. Tomorrow you wanted to try and make a cake so you needed the counter space. It was only eight in the evening, might be a little too late in the evening with little ones, but you knocked on the door regardless. After a few moments, a man with tired bags and gorgeous long inky black hair clad in a black shirt and sweats opened the door and gazed down at you with those soft violet eyes that reminded you of ube, perhaps you’ll make ube mochi later this week. 

“Can I help you?” His velvet-smooth voice, like honey, slipped through a polite smile that seemed almost trained. A voice that left your cheeks dusting the faintest shade of pink. Your eyes seemed to want to look everywhere but at him as he raised a brow.

Were you taking too long to speak? Why won’t words come out?

“Hi, I’m your neighbor… I just moved in next door. I happened to have baked too much, and I was wondering if you would like to take some bread and muffins off my hands.” Your words came out slightly stuttered, perhaps a little too fast, a little too loud, but the message got across.

That polite, trained smile tilted down for a second until he gave a shrug.

Suguru watched you stutter over your words, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. For a non-sorcerer, your nervousness was endearing.

“I see…” Suguru leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms across his broad chest, and looked down at you for a moment longer than necessary before shifting his gaze to the pink bag in your hands.

“Well, thank you. I’m sure my girls will appreciate that,” he said, the sweet, polite smile crossing his lips again, making your heart skip a beat.

“Of course, I just happened to have baked a little too much… wait, your girls?” The words slipped out of your mouth before you could catch them. You figured this was like an older brother or an uncle, but the dad? This man in front of you looked around your age… there’s no way he could possibly have children. He looked like a recent college grad. Who are you to judge, though? You swiftly chastised yourself.

Suguru chuckled softly, a light, amused sound slipping past his lips as he noticed your surprise. It was clear that you were probably expecting the girls' father to be some middle-aged family man, not a twenty-something. Yet, he found your surprise endearing, enjoying the way your cheeks dusted pink and how you seemed entranced by his every word. He had that effect on people, after all.

“Yup. Two little girls. Twins, actually—Nanako and Mimiko. Quite the handful, but they’re both sweethearts. I’m sure you’ve heard them from time to time.” Suguru spoke with a soft smile on his face. He wouldn’t dare reveal that they were adopted to a stranger; he might as well have you assuming that they were his legitimate children.

“Ah, yeah, that must be a lot of work… well, if you ever need any baked goods… I’m next door, so… yeah… feel free to knock,” you spoke softly, mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward. You work with people every day, how was this any different? How could you be fumbling over yourself this much?

Suguru enjoyed the way you stumbled over your words, amused by your bout of shyness. The way you seemed so awkward was kind of cute… no. Suguru had to remind himself that he hates non-sorcerers, that they are the reason why curses exist. That… this neighbor bringing him a giant bag of baked goods could create a curse. Suguru reminded himself to be polite, to play the role.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I’m sure the girls would love for you to spoil them with sweets,” he said, his voice smooth and polite. After that, he bid you goodnight. You bowed slightly before he closed the door and you entered your apartment. After shutting the door, you sank to the floor, leaning against it. Wanting to scream at yourself for being so awkward.

As you sat there, replaying the conversation in your head, you couldn't help but smile a little. Despite your awkwardness, he was kind. Maybe this could be the start of a nice neighborly relationship. You took a deep breath and stood up, deciding to focus on the positive. You had done a nice thing, and that was what mattered.

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Meanwhile, in Suguru’s apartment, he debated what to do with the bag of baked goods. Should he throw them away? The three different flavors of bread, including a rosemary-scented loaf he presumed to be sourdough, made his stomach almost growl. The blueberry muffins looked a little too perfect, and the milk bread seemed as soft as a cloud. He should throw these away; the food was tainted by a non-sorcerer, after all.

Suguru debated for a few moments, finally deciding to just leave them on the counter. The twins would eat them anyway. At eight years old, they were both eating quite a bit. He was only slightly tempted to partake but decided to leave them there for the night.

It was currently nine in the evening as he made his way to his own bedroom. He double-checked to find both girls sleeping soundly in their room, leaving the door just a crack before heading to his own. As he lay in bed, he read through any documents that needed to be signed for the organization that his assistant had sent over.

As he sifted through the paperwork, his mind kept drifting back to you. Your awkwardness, your genuine offer of kindness—it was disarming. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had approached him so openly, without any hidden agenda. It was a refreshing, albeit confusing, change from the norm.

He shook his head, focusing back on the documents. Relationships with non-sorcerers were complicated, dangerous even. He had to maintain his distance. Yet, a small part of him couldn’t deny the curiosity about his new neighbor.

The next morning, Suguru woke early as usual. He prepared breakfast for the twins, trying to ignore the tantalizing smell of the baked goods still sitting on the counter. When Nanako and Mimiko finally shuffled into the kitchen, their eyes lit up at the sight of the muffins and bread.

“Geto-sama, did you make these?” Nanako asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“No, our new neighbor did,” Suguru replied, watching their faces for any reaction.

“Can we try them?” Mimiko asked, already reaching for a muffin.

Suguru hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Go ahead.”

The girls eagerly took bites of the muffins, their faces lighting up with delight.

“These are so good!” Nanako exclaimed, her mouth full of muffin.

“Yeah! Can we meet the neighbor and thank them?” Mimiko added, looking up at Suguru with hopeful eyes.

Suguru smiled softly, their enthusiasm infectious. “Maybe later. For now, enjoy your breakfast.”

As he watched the twins happily munch on the baked goods, Suguru couldn’t help but feel a small pang of guilt. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge. Maybe, just maybe, not all non-sorcerers were the same. Or maybe, you were the one that was different from the rest of them. He pondered for a moment, what would you think of his lifestyle, would you be afraid of the blood on his hands, would you still look up at him with that awkward shy smile of yours?

Thinking about that one snippet in the JJK Manga where it says that Haibara had a younger sister who could see curses just he wouldn't allow her to go to jujutsu tech 💗.

How sweet, how wholesome.

Yet, Haibara still brought his friends around, including his Senpai. Geto Suguru.

You gained a crush on your brother's senpai, who wasn't as outspoken like the other one, Gojo Satoru.

Geto was always so kind, so calm natured. The two of you only being two years apart. The way he would offer to walk you home from school, saying your brother asked him to (he didn't 💗). The way you both would end home alone, his lips clashing onto yours. His words are coming out soft despite your words of hesitation, "Don't worry, sugar, your brother looks up to me...he'd want us to be together" before his kisses are making your mind fuzzy. The taste of smoke on his breath, the way his tongue claimed your mouth. The way his hands are all over your body, hiking up your school skirt as he spreads your legs. Hushing your pleas of protest that quickly turned into soft moans and whimpers.

You were always such a good girl listening to him, he didn't even have to summon any curses. How sweet of you to cooperate

Then, after Haibara's death. That's all it took for Suguru to sweep on it, murmuring the sweetest of words.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. It's what a senpai is for, right?" He spoke so softly as he hugged you close. You couldn't even hear the smile behind his voice.

*****

Another little blurb that has been living in my mind rent-free after I read that little snippet. I don't think I'll write a full fic for it since we barely know anything about Haibara.

Trick or Treat

HC for the JJK men and their little ones

WC: 2.5k

TW: Mentions of Miscarriage, pregnant reader (Choso), Pet Names: Honey, Baby, stuff like that. Tooth rotting fluff?

*****

Gojo: 

Satoru had never imagined himself as father material. Taken from his parents at a young age, he was raised by distant mentors and silent servants in traditional hallways. That cold, lonely upbringing was etched into his bones. He had vowed that if he ever had a child, they would never know that kind of isolation. So when you told him you were pregnant, something in him shifted—he found himself diving headfirst into the idea of family. He bought a house in Tokyo, in a warm neighborhood, where children's laughter echoed in the streets. He wanted your child to grow up surrounded by love—something he had craved, but never truly had.

It was Halloween night, and Satoru entered the house with a bright grin. The soft click of the door barely registered before your three-year-old daughter came toddling toward him, her arms stretched out wide. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with pure delight, and the sight made his heart swell painfully in his chest. Without hesitation, he crouched down and swept her into his arms, her sweet laughter filling the room like music he never knew he needed.

“There’s my little pumpkin!” he said, his voice filled with affection as he admired her tiny jack-o'-lantern dress. “I could just gobble you up!” He buried his face in her soft chubby cheeks, blowing raspberries as her squeals and giggles echoed in the air. The joy on her face was everything. 

You stood by the doorway, watching them with a smile that tugged at your lips. Satoru caught your gaze, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the three of you. This was happiness—so simple, yet so profound. “You ready for trick-or-treating?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

He straightened up, pulling you into a gentle kiss, his lips lingering on yours just a little longer than usual. His eyes shone with warmth when he pulled back, the kind of love that left you breathless. “Of course I am. This is her first real Halloween,” he said, his voice soft full of amusement, “and she’s not being carried the whole time.” There was a joy in his voice, but also something deeper, a vulnerability he rarely let surface.

Later, the three of you walked hand in hand down the decorated streets of your neighborhood. Your daughter’s small fingers gripped tightly onto yours, her wide eyes filled with wonder as she took in all the costumes, the glowing pumpkins, and the cobwebbed houses. Satoru held her candy bag, watching her every move with a kind of reverence—like he still couldn’t believe she was real, like he feared this fragile happiness could slip away in an instant. The feeling gnawed at him sometimes, that quiet fear in the back of his mind. But for now, he pushed it away, tightening his grip on your hand to ground himself at this moment.

She waddled up to another door, proudly returning with a handful of candy—and a small pack of raisins. Satoru stared at it, blinking in mock disbelief.

“Raisins? Seriously?” he groaned dramatically, tossing it into the bag with a playful scowl. “Who hands out raisins on Halloween? Let the kids have a sugar high!” His whine was exaggerated, but you knew him well enough to catch the hint of protectiveness in his voice—he wanted her to have nothing but the best, even on a night like this.

You laughed, the sound light and familiar, and Satoru’s expression softened as he scooped your daughter up, placing her gently on his shoulders. She squealed with excitement, her little hands gripping his snow white hair for balance as she beamed down at the world. Satoru chuckled, his heart fluttering at her joy.

As the three of you approached the next house, Satoru glanced over at you, a lump forming in his throat. Moments like these—so small, so filled with love—were everything he’d ever dreamed of, but never thought he could have. He wanted to freeze this moment, to hold onto it forever. The thought of losing any of it, of losing you or her, sent a quiet wave of panic through him. 

He reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding on just a little tighter. 

This was his family. His world. His dream that came to life.

Geto: 

You stepped into the living room, your heart warming at the sight before you. Suguru, your husband, sat on the floor, gently helping your one-year-old into a soft bear onesie. Her baby babbles filled the room, and his quiet coos in response wrapped the moment in a kind of peaceful magic. His fingers moved with ease, buttoning up the tiny onesie, his expression one of complete focus and love.

“Ah-ah, no grabbing the hair," he chuckled softly, gently moving her tiny hands away from his inky black hair, which fell just below his shoulders. A smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her, his voice playful. "Daddy can’t wait for you to grow out of that phase," he teased, although the fondness in his tone betrayed him. He tugged the little bear hood onto her head, her bright violet eyes looking up at him as she babbled, reaching for him again. “You’re going to make the cutest little brown bear, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness as he scooped her into his arms.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face, warmth blooming in your chest as you watched them.

Suddenly, the sound of tiny footsteps thundered down the stairs as the twins, Mimiko and Nanako, burst into the room. They had just turned six this year, and tonight they were full of excitement for Halloween. Mimiko was dressed in a little black dress with matching bear ears, going as a black bear cub, while Nanako twirled in a white dress—an impractical choice for trick-or-treating, but she insisted on being a polar bear cub. You and Suguru, in matching park ranger outfits, were there to guide your little bear cubs.

“Well, you both look absolutely adorable,” you chimed, your voice bright with amusement. The twins giggled, bouncing on their heels with barely contained energy, their excitement almost tangible.

Suguru stood up, balancing your youngest on his hip as she reached for her sisters’ ears, her little hands stretching curiously toward them. Mimiko and Nanako burst into giggles, leaning in so their baby sister could touch the soft fabric of their costumes. 

“How precious,” Suguru murmured, his voice so quiet you almost missed it. His violet eyes, usually sharp and calculating, softened as he gazed at his girls. In that moment, the world seemed to still. This—his family—was everything. Every challenge, every battle, every dark night that had threatened to swallow him whole, had led him here. To this. The thought made his chest ache, the love almost too much to bear.

But just as the peace settled over him, he snapped back to reality with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Hold on—pictures first!” he announced, moving with determined speed toward the camera.

A collective groan rose from the three of you, knowing full well that once Suguru got into “picture mode,” you were in for a marathon. His insistence on capturing every perfect angle meant this was going to take longer than any of you were prepared for.

“Honey! We have to meet Satoru for trick-or-treating in an hour!” you called after him, your tone part exasperation, part amusement, as you hurried to grab the camera from his eager hands.

A laugh escaped his lips as he turned to face you, his eyes meeting yours with a look so full of affection it nearly took your breath away. Behind that playful, beautiful exterior, there was something deeper—gratitude. A thankfulness that you had stayed with him through his darkest times, through every shadow that had tried to pull him under. You had given him this life, this family, and in doing so, you had brought him happiness and purpose he had once thought impossible.

“I promise it won’t take long,” Suguru chuckled, though the knowing smile on his face said otherwise. You rolled your eyes, unable to help the fond laugh that escaped you.

Nanami: 

“Honey, I am so sorry,” Nanami called out the moment he stepped through the front door of the apartment. His voice was tinged with exhaustion, but also with an apology that spoke of guilt. “Did you already—” His sentence cut short, the words dying in his throat as a sigh escaped his lips. His usual stoic expression softened into a gentle smile as his eyes landed on the scene before him.

Your son, perched on the kitchen island, sat with a wooden spoon clutched in his tiny two-year-old hands, covered in flour and batter. You stood nearby, also dusted in flour, your hair a little messy, but your face bright with warmth. 

“Surpwise!” your son squealed, his hands outstretched, proudly showing off the wooden spoon caked with batter like it was the best gift in the world.

Nanami loosened his tie as he walked closer, his exhaustion melting into quiet laughter as he took in the sight. “What’s all this?” he chuckled, eyeing the assortment of cookies spread out across the counters. The soft sounds of "Peanuts: The Big Pumpkin" played in the background, filling the apartment with a cozy, nostalgic atmosphere.

“Well,” you began, smiling up at him as you wiped some flour from your cheek. “Our little one here is still a bit too young for trick-or-treating, so we decided to bake! He’s been an amazing little helper, though we’re still working on not eating all the batter,” you laughed, gesturing toward the sticky spoon in your son’s hand. “We’re making pumpkin bread, just for you.”

Nanami’s eyes softened even more, the corners crinkling slightly as he looked down at you with a tenderness that made your chest warm. He got so caught up in work—too often, really—and it wasn’t unusual for him to miss out on little moments like these. The guilt was always there, lingering just behind the tired smiles.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here sooner,” he murmured, brushing a hand through his hair, his frown deepening. “Ino-kun needed help on a mission. The poor kid is too young to be handling those kinds of assignments alone.”

You noticed the tightness in his shoulders, the way the weariness clung to him, but before you could offer comfort, his frown deepened. You tilted your head, confused. “Invite him over.”

Nanami blinked, clearly surprised.

“I know Itadori-kun is out with Choso and his wife tonight,” you continued with a grin. “We’ve got way too many baked goods for the three of us. Plus, Ino-kun is great with kids. It’d be nice to have him over.” 

Nanami’s expression softened once again, the guilt in his eyes easing slightly as he nodded. “I’ll give him a call.”

And, of course, Takuma came running the moment he was invited, bursting through the door with an enthusiasm that made your son squeal with excitement all over again.

Later that evening, the four of you nestled together on the couch, watching the children’s movie play on the screen. Your two-year-old babbled constantly, munching on cookies and randomly pointing at the TV, too excited to focus on any one thing for long. But eventually, his chatter quieted, and he began to drift off, his tiny head resting comfortably on Nanami’s lap. 

Takuma, too, had succumbed to the peaceful atmosphere, falling asleep beside you with crumbs still on his shirt. You gently draped a blanket over him, smiling as he snuggled into it without waking. 

Nanami glanced down at the sleeping form of your son, his hand gently brushing through the little one's hair. There was a peacefulness in his expression, a quiet contentment that made your heart swell. These were the moments that made everything else—his work, the stress, the guilt—worth it. 

There was something special about this quiet, cozy life you had built together. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours. And in these small, fleeting moments, it felt like everything you needed.

Choso:

Choso sat beside you on the couch, his brows furrowed in concentration as he wrapped yet another blanket around your pregnant belly. You already had two draped over you, but it was clear he wasn’t taking any chances. This was your miracle baby, the one who had made it past the third trimester after two heartbreaking miscarriages. Choso was determined to make sure everything went smoothly, even if it meant over-preparing for a causal movie night.

“We’re watching Human Earthworm right?” Yuji chimed as he entered the living room, arms full of snacks and his usual bright smile lighting up his face. “It’s perfect for Halloween!”

Before you could answer, Choso’s deep stoic voice cut through the room. “No.”

Both you and Yuji exchanged surprised glances. Choso rarely said no to his younger brother, always indulging his whims. But tonight, his protectiveness was palpable.

“It’s bad for the baby,” Choso continued, his voice unyielding as he placed a gentle hand on your swollen belly. His touch was tender, but his expression was serious. “It’ll scare them.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, the contrast between his stoic demeanor and his caring nature was always endearing. “My love, it’ll be fine,” you reassured him, but he shook his head firmly.

“No,” he said again, unwavering. He reached over to the side table and picked up a DVD case, holding it up with a hint of determination in his eyes. “We’re watching Mickey Mouse: Halloween Special. I did research. It’s good for babies.”

A wobbly smile formed on his lips, clearly trying to look confident in his decision. His desire to protect both you and the baby was overwhelming, even if it was a bit… over-the-top.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Maybe not that,” you replied gently, glancing over at Yuji, who was trying to suppress his own laughter but looked more determined than ever.

Yuji nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation but still hoping for something more entertaining than a Mickey Mouse special. “Okay, okay… what about The Nightmare Before Christmas? It’s not too scary, I promise!”

Choso’s frown deepened, his protective instincts kicking in. “No. It has bugs. Scary scenes. You might get frightened, and then the baby will get scared.” His hand never left your belly, as if he could shield your little one from any imagined harm.

After what felt like an hour of back-and-forth negotiations, Choso finally relented. He agreed to The Nightmare Before Christmas—but only on the condition that you promised to close your eyes during any parts he deemed “too scary.” His hand remained firmly on your belly, monitoring for any kicks or signs of distress, his focus unwavering throughout the movie.

Even though you knew it was silly, Choso’s constant vigilance filled you with warmth. It was more than just about the baby. He was watching over both of you, ensuring nothing—no matter how small—would cause harm or discomfort. You leaned into his side, smiling softly. He squeezed your hand in response, his gaze still fixed on your belly.

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a/n: I was going to wait until Halloween to post this but I just could not wait! My baby fever was cured (for now) while writing this. I couldn't think of anything good for Toji right now, he's kind of hard to write for.

Okay okay! Minors shoo! ITS BLURB TIME!

Now, just IMAGINE your first time with SatoSugu, I mean, like we're talking first-time virgin. You just forgot to tell them :(.

You barely just met them! Shoko introducing you to them right after you two clicked during her premed biochemistry course that you were just taking as an elective (you nerd!)

And of course, you instantly click with them, the blush on your cheeks as Suguru is leaning in close, tucking a strand behind your ear. Whispering in your ear "You're just so pretty" while Satoru the whole time is just making you laugh just to hear you snort one more time. :) what a goober.

You just thought what a beautiful gay couple!

So, of course, you come over to their apartment! :))) (that's definitely not at the tippy top of one of Tokyo's most expensive apartment complexes) you're out here shocked at the floor to ceiling windows that overlook the bright, colorful city and Suguru is standing beside you. Directing your attention to him, cupping your cheek, and leaning in close, his gaze on your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" His words spilled out like honey, and you just went brain dead :( Poor thing, the only thing you could do was nod. Not even realizing Satoru has pressed up behind you, his hands traveling your body pressing open hot kisses on your neck.

You, of course, contented as you were lead to their bedroom, massive 6 bed. Satoru has a condom in between his teeth as he's helping you take your panties off. Suguru has your back to his chest and opens your legs wide.

Leaving you as this panting hot mess. Everything just felt so good! You barely remember it!

Which led to afterwards, catching your breath as you laid against Satoru, Suguru gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. Noticing the hint of blood :(

"Wait were we too rough? Honey you should have something" He cooed softly before you sheepishly admitted you were a virgin.

YOU! 🫵 a virgin⁉️

Honey THEY thought you had GAME! I mean come on! You're so pretty, cute body, and wonderful personality!

So, of course! They ask for a do-over, Satoru is practically begging you to stay the night claiming they'll take you on the best date tomorrow. Because they couldn't just leave this as a one night stand :((

You couldn't just break their hearts could you? After they left you dizzy with kisses? After they made you cream on their cocks? After they made sure that all of Tokyo knew their names from how deep they were fucking your poor cunny?

So of course you say yes, and the rest is history! Literally! You think they'd let you leave, silly goose? :) Don't be dense

*****

Another blurb: seriously they're brain rotting my noggin so hard right now. Hint part two of Stray MAY have Suguru in it 🙂‍↕️💖 because I'm down bad for that guy with the weird bangs.

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Description: SatoSugu x Reader Fluff, there's not enough out there! I was just kind of observing the sunrise this morning on run and this was brain rotting my noggin since this morning.

WC: 800 (short little blurb)

TW: Angst if you squint?

There's something about slow, cozy Sunday mornings that settled something deep inside Satoru, a quiet warmth that even his boundless energy couldn’t disturb. The soft hum of life happening around him filled the apartment, grounding him in a peace he hadn’t known he needed.

The comforting scent of cinnamon and pumpkin danced in the air, the sweet smell of bear-shaped cookies baking in the oven blending with the slight chill of autumn in Tokyo. Sunlight crept through the windows, bathing the room in a golden hue, the light catching on the glossy hardwood floors and making everything feel softer like time had slowed down to match the rhythm of this domestic, lazy morning.

From his spot on the couch, where both you and Suguru believed he was napping, Satoru peeked over the cushions. His heart warmed at the sight of the two of you going about your routines, so ordinary and yet so precious. The soft rhythm of your knife against the cutting board as you prepped vegetables for the bento boxes filled the room. Was it katsu today, with a crisp side salad? It didn’t matter. Everything you made had a warmth and care that turned it into the best meal of his life. A far cry from the rushed nights when he used to dash down to Family Mart for a quick bite—alone.

Suguru sat at the kitchen bar, his brow furrowed in concentration as he graded the first years' mission logs, occasionally muttering something under his breath about how terrible some of them were. Yet despite his focus, Suguru would look up to chat with you, his voice soft and familiar, laced with the kind of affection that had been reserved for both you and Satoru. And you—your movements were a dance as you moved around the kitchen, your feet bouncing lightly with every step, preparing everything for the day. He couldn't ask for more in this little life.

Satoru's gaze moved to Suguru’s hand as he reached out to take the spoon you offered, that familiar smile already tugging at the corner of Suguru’s lips. It was a small, intimate exchange, one that Satoru had seen countless times but never tired of. The way Suguru’s violet eyes softened as he tasted the katsu sauce you’d just made, the satisfied groan escaping his lips, his wedding band glinting in the sunlight—it was a moment so filled with warmth that it was hard for Satoru to look away.

“It keeps getting more and more amazing every time,” Suguru said softly, his voice velvety smooth, dripping with love as he met your gaze. There was a quiet reverence in the way he spoke to you, as though he were marveling at something sacred. And you—you giggled in response, that lovely blush painting your cheeks, your happiness almost tangible in the way you beamed at him.

Satoru couldn’t resist any longer. He pushed himself off the couch, a playful grin tugging at his lips as he approached. “Hey, hey! Don’t hog all the good stuff,” he teased, opening his mouth wide, his expectant gaze fixed on you. Those bright blue eyes of his glittering with amusement. The laughter that followed as you fed him a spoonful of sauce was light, airy, like the sweetest melody.

As the rich flavor of the sauce hit his tongue, Satoru's eyes widened with exaggerated delight. “This is the best thing in the world!” he chimed with a teasing grin.

Before you could react, Satoru swept you up in his arms, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. He held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as your toes barely grazed the floor. The room filled with your laughter as he peppered your face with light kisses, his affection overflowing in small bursts of joy. You never pushed him away. You never pushed either of them away. Instead, you embraced their love, their mess, their flaws and hardships—all of it. You embraced them completely, wholeheartedly, just as you always had.

Because that was who you were—a warm, ray of light, a gift that neither of them felt they deserved but both of them cherished more than anything.

Satoru pressed his face into the crook of your neck for a moment, his voice softening as the weight of everything sank in. This—the three of you, together in this, sunlit kitchen—was all he had ever wanted. No amount of power, no grand estates or gardens of the Gojo clan could compare to this. Home wasn’t a place. It wasn’t the apartment, or the food, or even the lazy Sunday morning routines.

Home was the way you and Suguru looked at him, with warmth, with love, with acceptance. It was the way you and Suguru treated him—like he was more than just Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer. You looked at him with something he couldn’t find anywhere else, something that made this place feel less like a temporary refuge and more like… home.

JJK men that I think would cuddle good.

1. BEST CUDDLE BUG: Suguru. Not biased, but I just feel like first of all, he wraps a lazy arm around you, let's you get comfortable first. He doesn't want his poor baby getting a sore neck because he's cuddling you too tight or at an awkward angle. I just feel like he smells SO good, like lavender, like a cuddle session with him would cure everything. He would also have a glass of water already set on the nightstand for you because he loves his pookie so much.

2. Nanami, honestly, he would just feel safe. Like you know, if anyone comes into your home, he'd be on high alert immediately. Also, he would let you get comfortable first before he buried his face into your hair. Though I think in the middle of the night you both would go on your separate sides because I feel like this man would generate body heat like a furnace. Nanami though once 38 hits, will develop a dad snore. I don't make the rules Gege told me himself.

3. Toji, I mean the man is LITERALLY so big. Now I don't think he would let you get comfortable first, so you may have to fidget a few times to get comfortable, but once you're there, you are set, just a big ol warm teddy bear. Though he would snore, so if you're a light sleeper, just kick him a few times, and he will stop. You may, however, find a knife under his pillow, so proceed with caution.

4. Choso, the sleep baby himself, would be amazing at cuddling. Though, hear me out, you will probably be big spoon most the time. Honestly, he would just want to cuddle all the time. Pressing lingering kisses, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You will not be baby, HE will be baby. Keep that in mind.

5. I love the man, BUT, Satoru is last. I just KNOW he would be a selfish cuddler. Laying on top of you lazily, would probably tickle you just so you don't doze off during the movie. Also the man only sleeps for 3 hours?! You best believe for those whole three hours he is practically smothering you, drooling on you in his sleep, lightly snoring because hes exhausted. Yet, positively, he would just want to be loved on the whole time and he deserves it 🩷

Sorry no Sukuna because he would just eat you :)

Thanks for coming to my tedtalk

Cooking Headcannons with JJK men!

Small little fluffy blurb that I thought about while cooking dinner today. Just some thoughts I have about how the different JJK men cook.

Nanami:

A LOT of people think he would be a good cook, honestly I think he would be a better baker. Like his baked goods would come out amazing and fantastic. Nanami is a very meticulous and structured man so it makes sense that he's good at baking. You have to have more precise measurements compared to cooking. Personally, I think Nanami would be a decent cook. Follows the recipe perfectly, with exact measurements and cook times. But he wouldn't be an amazing cook, he's not going to be the one to randomly throw in a spice, he won't be able to eyeball measurements or do a "dash of this" and a "dash of that". So I would assume that his partner would do most of the cooking or 50/50 cooking. I believe he would be the type of partner to stress bake your favorite desserts and breads!

Gojo:

Firm believer this man has no cooking skills, HOWEVER will do his best. Probably has a partner that either is an amazing cook or doesn't have any cooking skills either. Which would lead him to bringing home a 'How to Not Catch Your Kitchen on Fire' cookbook! You both would probably pick a recipe out together and have a little grocery shopping moment as well. I think over time you both become pretty decent at cooking!

I think one of the main reasons that he'd want to learn how to cook is because the outside world is so loud for him. I think if he had a partner, he would definitely be more of a homebody on his rare time off. Sure, he will definitely try new foods with you, but I think he would really enjoy cooking with his partner. After all, cooking is a form of love, and that's something he craves. Out of all the JJK men, I think Gojo would be the type to try more foods. Would be open to a lot of different cultures foods.

Geto:

Before he defected, I would say he didn't know how to cook besides basic things. After defecting and adopting his two little girls, I would say he probably picked up on a lot of traditional Japanese cooking. Would definitely be the least likely out of all the men to go out to eat. Would make his girls a lot of sashimi, soba, sashimi.

BIG PICNIC KINDA GUY

I can imagine him taking his partner and the girls on a picnic with either homemade katsu sandos (he even made the bread) or onigiri with cute cut up fruit. Health matters to him a lot, he's got that nurturing vibe so he wants his family to be healthy!

Would be the type to eat Natto for breakfast and red bean mochi for dessert.

Would be the type to cook the majority of the time. I can see him cooking as a form of stress relief and something he can do to show his love for his family, especially after defecting he would struggle with showing his true emotions. Again, food is a love language.

I know nobody asked for this, but it was literally sitting in my noggin the whole time I was cooking.

Thinking about mornings with Suguru, the feline grin on his face as he pulls you closer into his chest after you just silenced your alarm. The lingering kisses he's pressing to your cheeks. The way he cups your face to look at him. How his warmth just covers you like a warm blanket.

"I'll take care of you, so call out, okay?" Before pressing a soft kiss on your lips that leaves you dizzy. You don't need a job, right? :3 You have him now!

I really don't want to go to work today ( ・_ゝ・)

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?”