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I'm wonderinggggg....could you write something where Suguru breaks up with his s/o and realises it was a mistake? Like how do you think he would try to win her over again?
“I wish you roses while you can still smell them”
ex boyfriend! suguru x reader
✩ listened to ‘I wish you roses’ by miss kali uchis while writing this :) pt 2?? hehehe , oh and if it wasn’t obvious. ANGST ALERT!✩
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You always swore ever since you were a teenager that you would never let a man make you cry. You would never sit and cry in front of a man. You practically cursed the idea of that ever happening to you. Images of your mother crying because of your father made their way into your head. How she loved him so much, and yet he still left. You remembered wondering how could a love like this turn so sour? Why are you bared the responsibility of witnessing a dying love?
Nothing could have prepared you for happiness to be given to you, and have it snatched from your fingers before you had a say.
Because truth be told, the way Suguru broke up with you, was the day clouds stormed the sky. Your shared room that he no longer slept in felt colder and darker. You had closed your eyes that night extra tight, gripping the pillow that he slept on. Wondering if you wanted to burn it to a crisp
Or maybe hold it close to your nose so the scent of him never goes away.
“Im sorry Y/N…I just…I don’t know if I feel the same way anymore”
Heartache wasn’t even the word for it. 4 years down the drain. With a stupid explanation that made no sense. The man that claimed to love you so much for the last four fucking years couldn’t even give you a decent reason? You were left to wonder if it was you.
4 years ago you would’ve punched yourself for even thinking that. Why is it that in the movies or book you’ve read the woman always thinks it’s their fault?
But the feeling isn’t realized until it happens to you. Insecurities, questions without answers. You swore you hated Suguru Getou. You hated him for leaving little things around your previously shared apartment that reminded you of him. His Marlboro red pack cigarettes, his dumb cologne lingered in the air, and you didn’t know if it scared you or relieved you when you no longer could smell it from how long it had been.
Suguru Getou was the first man to ever make you feel like you were less than. Maybe it wasn’t on purpose. Maybe it was the way he softly spoke to you even when he was breaking your heart. Holding his favorite snacks in a connivence store plastic bag. The contents of it dropping (dramatic yes, but true).
So what exactly do you do when said ex boyfriend shows up at your front door at 2 am on a Friday night? Your silk nightgown slipping past your shoulders. The slight breeze making you blink even more tiredly. Wanting to crawl back to bed and sleep. It’s been a lot of sleepless nights due to work. It wasn’t easy being a nail tech, you are usually booked months in advanced. So that means your days are always planned around around that. At least on the weekdays.
“Suguru?” You rub the sleep out of your eyes. Your door had been merely cracked open. You lived alone now, who knows what creep could be lurking around.
“Hey, I’m sorry…fuck I’m sorry baby I-“ Suguru’s voice sighed. Your eyes finally landed on him as you fully awoken.
He looked as good as ever. Not that you weren’t really shocked. It had only been 6 months since he broke up with you, 3 since you had last seen him. Since he came to pick up the last of his things. Which ended up in you coldly acknowledging him and retreating back to your room with a loud slam. You had made it quite clear that you wanted nothing to do with it.
He looked…tired? Which wasn’t that unusual for him after working or a long day. But 2 am on a Friday was a whole new level. His hair was held back in a hair tie. The black gauges in his ears didn’t look like the ones you had seen last. Making note to yourself that even now you could remember even the smallest details of the tall man standing in front of you.
“What are you doing here Suguru?” You snap at him. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Suguru offers you a weak smile. He knows he has no right to be knocking on your door.
“Im just…I don’t know” He said truthfully. Which led you to even more confusion. You didn’t want to play these games. You had been over it for 3 months now. You couldn’t wouldn’t let him ruin your progress.
You sighed, you were just tired.
“That doesn’t really help me with figuring out why you’re here…”
“I know, I know okay. I know I shouldn’t be here YN. I know I have no right to come here asking for any sort of time but I just need you to hear me out”
He doesn’t miss the sour and angry look on your face. Suguru is used to it by now, all your friends throw him the same look when they see him. It was the last look he remembers on your face. The one before that was angst and solemn. All because of him, and he has to keep reminding himself so.
“To hell with you. I’ve spent the last fucking 6 months feeling sorry for myself for a man that didn’t give a fuck about me in the end.” Even cussing him out you looked so beautiful. Your hair tied up holding your arms as the chill made its way in through t your opened door. Suguru swears- no, he knows he remembers every beauty mark, every blemish, and every birth mark on your body. Something he will probably never see again thanks to himself. Even angry you looked ethereal. Suguru would worship you given the chance again.
He wasn’t counting his luck though….
“Are you even listening to me?” You ask in disbelief. “Unbelievable, go home. You’re drunk probably” Your hand grabbed your doorknob tightly and quickly made it shut it. However a boot came to stop it. You felt anger course through your body now more than ever. Is this how it was going to be?
“Just..please”
“Is that all you can say to me? Please? Sorry? I shouldn’t be here? I told you the last time we talked that I wanted nothing to do with you, isn’t that what you wanted?” hurt crossed his features. For a moment you felt bad. But you quickly were to shrug the feeling off.
Why should you feel bad? You didn’t break his heart, you weren’t prancing around a new girlfriend four months after the breakup. You have to keep strong is what you keep reminding yourself. Over and over again. Crying for you nowhere.
Crying never made Suguru Getou come back. It never made him feel pity to you and be a man to apologize for his wrongdoings. He did you so dirty so why did it hurt seeing him so fragile?
Where was the empathy for you?
“That’s not true!” His voice boomed your quiet apartment.
“It might as well be!”
“Today’s was supposed to be our 5 year anniversary…”
You scoff. “Yeahhh I think it’s time for you to go”
“I had something I bought um, before everything” Suguru moves his left hand to move some stray pieces of hair that hung over his face. “I wanted to give it to you, it’s the least I can do. Plus, it’s something that you really wanted and I can’t…” Suguru pauses. Looking at you as if he’s studying you. Like he needs to, he knows you like the back of his hand and you were aware of that.
You look back at him. Feeling your emotions rush your body.
please don’t cry YN…don’t cry , don’t cry, don’t cry
“Listen…” You look up. Already feeling your eyes burn. God damnit.
I want to hate you Suguru Getou , damn you.
“I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is, maybe you get off to watching me cry or something. But I need you to leave me alone please.” A whimper escapes your throat. You look around, anywhere but at him. To try and at least keep some of your dignity.
“You’ve done so much to me”
Suguru shifts, his hands in his pockets. You couldn’t see but he himself was holding on to tears. He had no right to cry in front of you. Not after the way he hurt you. “Im sorry..”
“I don’t need your sorry!” You yell at him. Yanking the door open and hearing it slam against the wall. “I don’t need anything from you Suguru Getou! Not after what you did, not after the way you stand there looking at me as if you love me so damn much. Like you used to, when I know and you know that it’s all a fabricated lie! You’ve been here for five minutes and I still don’t know what motivated you to come back here after 6 fucking months, but you know what? Truth is maybe I never really knew you. So maybe I cried for no damn reason. I cried over a stranger!”
“I never lied to you, when I told you I loved you I meant that shit so don’t say I didn’t”
You laugh bitterly. “What about when you said you didn’t?”
He didn’t have an answer for that one.
“Goodnight Suguru. I hope you find whatever the fuck it is you’re looking for.” You said more gently. You don’t know why. You just hated the way he still made you feel.
Because you didn’t hate Suguru Getou.
You loved him with every fiber of your being, and yet that still wasn’t enough for him.
The door closes softly, a click and a lock follow. This time he doesn’t stop you.
This time Suguru hang his head low and lets out a shaky breath.
His hand digging into his pocket to clutch what was meant for you.
A ring.
you breaking down in tears, saying that you're going to pee, but suguru tells you to push it out. this happened almost every time the both of you had sex, suguru would push too deep causing you to think you're having an accident but in reality you're just squirting.
squirting was a foreign concept to you, you never did it when masturbating, and it didn't happen with your exes, but when you were with suguru, he would fuck you with so much force, that your body had no choice but to react and spill out everything you had inside of you.
it wasn't hard to do, but it felt weird whenever it happened, the pure force of it made your body jerk, and what made it even worse was the fact that's suguru was right in your face encouraging it, trying to get you to push everything out until you were physically straining.
suguru loved to see you squirt, his eyes would light up whenever he saw it push out and his ears would twitch when he heard the watery sound, it was so erotic seeing how your body reacted to his. not only that but he loved the fact it was him getting you to do it and him only, your exes could not compare to what he did to you and your body.
“wait suguru stop! i have to see.” pushing his stomach as he slams into you, your eyes watering from the over stimulation and bits of his sweat dripping onto your stomach as your toes curled from the overwhelming pleasure.
it was a hit or miss on whether you were actually going to squirt or if this was the time you were going to embarrass yourself and pee. the fiery pit in your stomach as your eyes squint shut and suguru presses on your lower stomach, the both of you fighting each other.
“come on baby, just let it out.” his voice cooing as he gets closer to your ear and give it a tiny kiss while his hand presses deeper on your stomach, a yelp slipping past your lips and your back arching off the bed. it felt good, a little too good, that's how you knew that this was going to be the day you embarrassed yourself, but suguru thought otherwise.
suguru knew that wasn't piss about to slip out of your pretty pussy, but instead something else. you were beautiful under him squirming, and your eyes squint shut trying to focus in on holding it in, but suguru wasn't giving up.
he continued to press on your lower stomach along with pushing himself deeper inside of you and not moving, the pressure on your sweet spot was enough to send you in a frenzy. crying and begging him to let go and stop, but as cute as your pleading was, he just couldn't.
suguru presses himself into you deeper, and that's when you let go. broken sobs and your fluid rushing out of you, suguru slowly sliding himself out as he rubs your clit slowly and gently.
“there we go… that's my good girl. what'd i tell you?”
───〃★ C’MERE, BRING THAT D⍣CK HERE .ᐟ
〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ You’ve been a good wife—you really have! But when your husband’s boss confronts you about him cheating with his secretary, you just can’t help but take up his offer to get back at him.
〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ nanami x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader, geto x fem!reader, cheating (not reader), smut (mdni), exhibitionism (sukuna, gojo), slight n⍣pple play, slight cl⍣t play, slight creamp⍣e (geto), full Nelson (gojo), office s⍣x.
〃★ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ I was gonna add toji but realized his broke assss not the boss of anyone🤧
────〃ଘ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - NICE ‘N SLOW
The wooden legs of his desk scrapped against the floor with every deep thrust, important paperwork scattered all over from how much he had you squirming from his slow, calculated movements. Your nails dug into the wood, scratching and latching onto the edge as your back arched, a cry of pleasure bubbling from your throat.
Was this wrong somehow? No. Your cheating scum of a husband should receive the treatment he’s given you. And you almost wished he’d walk in on the sight of his boss balls deep in his wife. Well, ex-wife, anyway.
Nanami leaned in to your ear and you shivered, feeling his breath fan past your neck, smelling his cologne and—fuck, you could feel his muscles through this suit against your back. “Hope you’ve finally found your worth. He never deserved you.”
His words entered one ear and came out the other with how hazy he had you feeling, cock penetrating you over and over in a cycle that had you feeling delirious. Your head spun, and the world seemed to blur from existence—except for Nanami; his hands, his words, his voice.
“I’ll make you feel better—cum better than he ever has.”
────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - I’LL DO IT INSTEAD
Now, Satoru had always had his eyes on you. From the very first moment you came into the office, bringing your husband his forgotten lunch, he knew he had to have you. The whole interaction left him feeling bitter anyway—he only waved you off after he grabbed his lunch and refused to kiss you in front of his colleagues.
What kind of man was he?
Satoru had no problem fucking you in front of him, though.
You watched your husband’s wide eyes, embarrassed but basking in your sweet revenge. A smirk graced Satoru’s lips, his own focused on your husband’s flickering gaze from how he split your cunt open so lewdly to your bouncing tits as if in a trance.
“‘S how’s it feel? Watching your pretty little wife get ruined?” He breathed, strong arms folding you further into the full Nelson position he had you locked in. “You turned on, hm? Seein’ her lil’ cunt get fucked?”
Your eyes closed and your tongue lolled out, head thrown back onto Satoru’s shoulder as your hand came down to pinch your pulsing clit in circles.
Satoru peppered kisses upon your jawline and stopped by your ear. “Why don’t you tell him how good ‘m making you feel?”
────〃ଘ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 - DO IT BETTER!
You’d always had your eye out for your husband’s particularly hot and intimidating boss, though you’d always stray your gaze away from him out of respect and loyalty. Respect and loyalty that your husband never seemed to reciprocate.
And when his boss finally confirmed that he was cheating on you—you’d finally given into your fantasy of fucking him.
But this isn’t how you imagined your fantasy would go.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to you, either out of fear of what Sukuna would do or out of pure infatuation from how wet your cunt was. You sat on Sukuna’s lap, legs spread open for anyone and everyone to see—even your spouse whose face was a mix of anger and confusion.
He didn’t have the right to be mad right now.
You were almost about to curse him out when Sukuna slid in with one swift thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, tears already welling in your eyes as he began to move without giving you even a second to adjust to his abnormal size.
He bounced you on his lap, heavy balls smacking against your ass so loudly it resonated throughout the meeting room. His big hands groped your chest though your blouse, practically ripping it off you.
“I’ll show you fuckers how to properly fuck a pretty lil’ thing like her.”
────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - LIKE YOU DESERVE
Heat creeped up into your face. You hadn’t expected your day to amount to anything—considering your husband’s boss had told you about his affair just a day before—but there you were, sat on the same man’s lap as he fucked up into your cunt.
I’ll fuck you like you deserve. Those were his words—the words that got you here in the first place.
Suguru’s fingers toyed with the hood of your clit, pinching the nub of nerves in such a gentle yet pleasurable way that had shocks of electricity rocking through you. Your legs shook and quivered with how wide he had you spread them, muscles beginning to feel sore after some amount of time.
But Suguru hadn’t had his fill yet, he had to show you—make you feel what your husband couldn’t do to your body. So, with his cock still pumping in and out of you recklessly, two fingers entered your mouth while his unoccupied hand pinched and twisted your hardened nipples.
“Suck,” he ordered, and you did. It was almost embarrassing how fast you complied, wrapping your tongue around his thick digits as you suckled on them, excess saliva dribbling down your chin.
And it was all so lewd. The ring of cum coating his cock from both your multiple orgasms, your red and pulsing clit, your moans—and shit. If Suguru knew one thing it was one thing only; he would keep his promise and fuck you like you deserve.
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Sugu’s so mean, his hips fucking into you relentlessly all while you cry n pull at the bedsheets. You cry n cry for release, but all he replies with is “hold it, baby,”
Usually, he prefers you finishing first, but after you’ve been actin like a brat all day, he jus can’t let that slide!
“Daddy first, sweetheart,” Suguru grunts after the tenth time you’ve begged to cum. You’re clenching around him so tight, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drills his cock into your poor cunny <3
“But I said ‘m sorry!” You huff, acting dramatic and bratty again, acting just like how you were earlier which doesn’t please Suguru.
“Uh-uh, no more crying,” Suguru groans and pinches your puffy clit between two fingers. “Keep actin like that and you won’t get to cum at all.” And of course, you don’t want that! So you roll your eyes and keep your mouth shut, taking everything your generous boyfriend gives you. “Attagirl,” He praises proudly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Suguru’s hips are so mean, pushing you to release but he just won’t let you!
“Daddy first, got it?” Suguru throws his head back, his hip thrusts getting sloppy. “Gna cum, princess, take it all, okay? If you wanna misbehave, we’ll just do it all again.” And you nod in response, not wanting to upset your dear Sugu any more than you already have.
suguru, being the great actor that he was, didn't like to improvise or fake scenes; they weren't authentic, and he couldn't get his creative juices flowing whenever he did.
it just didn't work that way for him, especially when it came to sex scenes. he didn't wear the cover-ups he was given or the fake "sweat" they tried to spray on him from time to time. he took pride in his work and made sure to take advantage of that when it came to you.
he had a crush on you, and just like everyone else, he was ecstatic the first time he found out he was going to be working with you, and you were too, with how good of an actor he was, along with his good looks.
a friendship blossomed, and you all got familiar with the way the other person worked, including suguru and sex scenes. you were nervous the first time you heard about the way he did things. he didn't fake things; he actually fucked on set. with other people watching, you weren't sure if you were going to be able to do that, but with enough convincing, it happened… multiple times.
it didn't just stop on set; it went right into the bedroom, and you can say for certain that the sex itself was off the fucking rails. he knew how to fuck and how to make you feel good. by the three month mark of being in between your legs and inside your pussy every night, he knew every spot on your body that had you gripping at the sheets and moaning his name.
suguru didn't know how this happened or why yall were fucking off set; all he knew was that it felt too good for him to stop, and yall were in too deep for it to stop any time soon. it was magical and everything he ever wanted.
he didn't do this with any of his other co-stars, but you were the exception because of how badly he craved you. all his thoughts from when he was young up until now were consumed by you, so of course he was going to find a way to be in your panties every chance he got.
the way your bodies synced up and blocked the sound of everything else while y'all were on set, that's when he knew that you were the one for him. you matched his nasty too well, and he wasn't going to let it go, and he didn't; he snatched and bagged you up successfully.
it wasn't a surprise to your fans or the crew members when you announced you were together; the chemistry was too much for it to pass through. just the way the two of you looked at each other and felt each other up on the tv screen was enough to tell everyone what needed to be said without any words.
at first, people thought it was just amazing acting and PR from the show, but from the way he felt you up and the slick comments while answering comments to the sex scenes that were obviously real, everyone saw through the bullshit and couldn't just cover it up.
anytime suguru would tell someone the method, they would tell him no and that it wasn't for them, which was obviously valid. who wanted to fuck in front of a bunch of people, but for you, you gave it a chance, because why the fuck not? it turned into the best sex you've had in years, not caring if everyone was there or not, and all you had to do was match his freak.
Ok so I'm thinking about this type of book I should write whereby the reader becomes a bodyguard for the CEO but the thing is they are multiple female bodyguards apart from the reader and they all live in a specific place but the reader is assigned specifically for the CEO and you know the rest
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖❤️
Pair: Suguru x reader
Content: fluff, angst (if you squint)
Warnings: it's a surprise
Word count:
✧Summary: Suguru decided to go on vacation with his best friends but what happens when you catch his eyes
"Guys! Let's take our luggage, I wanna see the house," Shoko yelled out, desperate to see the Beach House that they all booked for they're vacation.
It was really a hot but that just reminded Shoko that she should drag the boys to go for a swim later on.
"Relax, besides what are you being impatient for? There's no need to rush to see hot guys when you have one right here," Gojo told Shoko with his signature smirk which just made Suguru slap the back of his head.
"Ouch! that hurt you idiot!" Gojo glared, easing the spot that Suguru hit while carrying his suitcase in his other hand.
"Would you just stop and take your luggage with you to the house for fuck's sake instead of trying to act charming" Suguru frustratedly asked while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh I'm sorry you haven't gotten laid in a whi-" "Can the both of you just shut the fuck up and get your asses to the Beach House cause it's so damn hot!" Shoko who was quite annoyed exclaimed walking away while silently cursing about why she brought the two men with her.
When they reached the house they stared at it in awe. To be honest Shoko even forgot she was upset and immediately went to choose a room "I'm getting the second room!" She yelled from upstairs and the two males went up to choose theirs too.
It was 2pm when Shoko came to drag Suguru and Gojo to the beach and telling them that the heat was bad and it was better to go for a swim. "You two can go, I'll stay here," Suguru lazy told Shoko but she glared at him and if looks could kill, he would have been dead. "I'll go get the stuff and look sexy as always," Gojo said while standing up from the bed and walking to the room he chose. Shoko rolled her eyes at Gojo's words.
"Come on, give me one reason why you don't wanna come with us," Shoko was waiting for an answer, folding her arms while Suguru looked away trying to think of a way to change the topic. "Uh...... because..." "Because of what 'guru let's just go or else I'm burning all your weird ass books," Shoko threatened Suguru while she was walking away to her room.
Suguru sighed while he got up from the bed and went to prepare.
"Woah, this place beach is amazing," Shoko stared wide eyed looking at it. "Yeah yeah let's just go get some drinks, it's hot," Suguru said while looking grumpy. She was walking in front of the two when he bumped into someone."Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry I-I didn't mean to spill my drink on you," You said looking a bit worried. Suguru was about to answer or insult the person who spelt a drink on him but his eyes immediately soften when he saw you.
Wow she's pretty
Suguru was still quiet and was still looking at you, his mouth a bit open still in shock about how pretty you looked. "No worries, it's alright besides it's just a drink I'm going to go swimming soon so there's no point in apologizing and it was my fault for not watching where I was going," he said while chuckling a bit and scratching the back of his neck.
Shoko and Gojo's mouths were agape. Since when did their best friend apologize to someone.
"No no no it's my fault, how can I repay you?" You asked while still taking small glances at his abs because he was built. "No don't worry it's alright," he said once more and both his two best friends left while rolling there eyes due to the both of you were trying to convince one another. "Okay fine.....since I know you won't let it slide, I'll think about it okay?"Suguru said while being defeated by you.
"Agreed, by the way may I know your name?" "I'm Suguru and you?" He asked while reaching his hand out for you " I'm Y/n," you answered his question while shaking his hand.
'Fuck, his hands are big and his fingers and long,' You thought to yourself as you stared at them. "Nice to meet you" you said smiling at him and he thought it was cute "Nice to meet you too" he said while licking his lips.
Part 2
A/N: So initially this was supposed to be a full fic but I guess I'll write this in parts. Anyways as always, hope you enjoyed and please support me ❤️💞
Hiiiiiiiiiiii! So remember when I posted the female bodyguard thought? Well I'm thinking about writing it but I want you all to pick who the guy should be.💞🥰
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And they were roommates...
Pairing: Pornstar!Geto Suguru x reader
Did it matter that pornstar!Geto had openly admitted that he was a pornstar to you the second you met? No. And did it matter he used you for his porn videos? Absolutely....not.
Pornstar!Suguru was never one for attachments, considering his job, but with you? Ugh, how could he resist? The way your walls clenched down on him after a particularly hard thrust had him want to rip that condom off of his dick and just make you have his children ♡. Just the thought had him shooting ropes of cum in the condom with some of it slipping into your pussy. And then he'll just eat you out, fingers pumping lazily in and out of you, his tongue lickling at your clit until your thighs are practically shaking.
You're busy? Too bad. Doing the dishes? His camera is set on the counter, your back arched and legs trembling from the harsh pounding you were taking from behind. Slick and cum mixed together with the dish soap on the ground, dirtying both of you.
One of his hands played with your perky nipples, the other rubbing tight circles on your clit. And with all that stimulation, who could blame you when you squirted on his dick like a dirty whore? Afterwards being forced to take his dick orgasm after orgasm until you pass out. Even then he spends some time thrusting his cock in between your thighs, the friction barely enough to give you satisfaction but enough to wake you.
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And when he calls pornstar!Satoru over? Don't get me started....
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When the JJK men are jealous
Note - omg it feels like I haven’t posted in forever. School has really been kicking my butt 😓I’m working on a posting schedule rn 🙏
WARNINGS - Angst, Cheating allegations, A bit Suggestive if you squint
Ft - Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Ryomen Sukuna
"I wanna feel you from the inside."
Summary: Poor Geto has been in rough shape recently. So, when he finally hobbles out of his dorm to hand you a neatly sealed letter, you get a little worried. What could he have possibly written?
Genre: Yandere!Geto x AFAB!Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Pre-cult Geto, Dark Fic
CW: Smut, Pussy eating, Suguru uses the word "Cunt" to describe the reader's genitals, Descriptions of gore, cannibalism, mutilation, he's honestly going crazy in this, do not trust him.
A/N: It's crazy how I'm genuinely obsessed with this man, but have hardly posted anything about him. We're changing that today.
Dear Sweetness,
I’d usually greet you, but I’m impatient. I must speak with you.
Sweetness…..
Sugar.
Hun.
Those type of nicknames suits you.
You stick to the back of my throat like honey. You coat my tongue with sweet nothings as your taste invades my soft palate and drenches my uvula. You drip slowly to cover my throat so that you can infiltrate my stomach. Your overwhelming scent remains after I’ve digested you, coating my day with you.
Speaking of my appetite, I had the most delicious dream about you. I’ll say clearly, it wasn’t sexual. I can feel your disappointment and confusion through the page. Would you have preferred me fantasizing about your cunt? Exposing my perverse desire to be enclosed between your legs as I suck and lick your most personal space? To talk about how I woke up begging, praying for it to be a reality. Imagine my unending suffering, debating on leaving my dorm so I could sneak into your room to make an actuality?
Maybe another time, when I’m feeling up to it.
Now, let’s get back to the point, shall we?
I dreamt we were excorsing a curse, As we always do. However, when I encased it and braced myself for that nauseating taste… The taste that deteriorates my body from the inside out. The taste of blood, guts, shit, and swallowed regrets. That taste is so vile that even my description doesn’t do it justice. Sorry, I got off track. Unexpectedly, I got a pleasant taste instead. Actually, pleasant wouldn’t begin to describe the taste. It was transcendent. The type of flavor that purifies even the most heinous tastes and desires. The taste of eating the body of a saint after you’ve been forced to fast on your journey with them. I closed my eyes to savor it and clamped my jaw to force it to stay, I heard a crunch. Then, a squish. I felt that oozing liquid pours onto my tastebuds and smelt that copper, almost fruity smell that couldn’t have been mistaken for anything else. I opened my eyes and saw that instead of eating the curse, I was eating you. I had bitten into your forearm, tearing the right arm of your custom uniform to shreds as sunk my canines into you. You didn’t even react. You just gave me a warm smile and ruffled my hair, as you always do. Dreams are said to be unconscious desires right? Your ID attempting to give you a message about the animalistic behaviors you’ve repressed. It’s a silly thing to bring up, but even nonsense can give one courage, no? I can wax as poetic as I want, and be as flowery as possible for a Jujutsu Soceror, however, I think a clear message will ring better.
I want you.
I want to gorge myself on you.
More than the fleeting touches we share. More than the sound of your voice when you greet Satoru and me. More than the arguments and reconciliations that we’ve had and will continue to engage in. More than devouring your cunt or having sex. I need to eat you. I want to kiss your soft lips and then take them between my teeth until plump flesh divorces from your face. Leaving blood leaking down your chin as your gums and bottom teeth get exposed to the elements. I want to rip off your tongue with my teeth and chew on it as I swallow and suck on your teeth like suckers. I’ll kiss your eyelids, feeling your lashes curve onto my chin. Once you open your eyes, I’ll scope them out with my fingers and slurp them down my throat. I’ll swirl my tongue around your empty sockets to get the scraps of your flavor. I’ll move down to masticate your lovely throat and reach your larynx. Your voice is always so soft and sweet. I wonder if your voicebox will melt once it hits the warmth of my tongue or if I’ll have to grind it against my teeth like tough taffy. My teeth will devour your respiratory system, stomach, and intestines. I wonder if I’ll be able to taste your stomach acids along with the partially digested food you’ve had during the day. I promise to save your heart for last. That rich dessert will envelop my mouth and free me of all other tastes and senses.
I’m not sure if I intend to send this letter to you. In the case that I do, I’ll await your response. Only to a certain point though. A famine can only last for so long.
Forever your glutton,
Suguru Geto.
SOMEONE PLS HELP ME ( I’m so desperate on my knees type shi )
I was reading a geto x black reader fic AND I LOST IT and forgot to like it and I never got to finish it. All I remember is that the reader is black and a phlebotomist and is recently broken up with her boyfriend who cheated on her with her co worker and he keeps annoying her and geto is an architect from Kyoto and they meet outside the club for a smoke and he gives her a ride home because her car got booted and she invites him into her house for breakfast OH AND ITS HER BIRTHDAY AND HER NAME IS STAR AND THE NAME WAS REVENGE BUT I CANT FIND THE AUTHOR PLS I’m gonna cry
pls he’s so hot 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️
Geto, Gojo, and Choso with an s/o going out for a girls night with her friends but her dress is VERRRRY short. :))
A/N : STOP BECAUSE I WAS KICKING MY FEET AND TWIRLING MY HAIR THE ENTIRE TIME THAT I WAS WRITING THIS.
Includes - Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo, Choso Kamo
Warning(s) - suggestive content, foul language, Gojo is a WHORE (what else is new honestly)
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“Fuck me!”
Suguru’s ears perk at the sound of your frustrated voice, head tilting curiously as he glances up from his phone. He stands from his position on the couch, slowly entering your shared bedroom and watching as you pull down the back of your dress.
Judging by your irritated tone and stiffened body language, it wasn’t the first or the second time that you had tugged your dress down.
“Everything okay in here baby?” Suguru inquires from the door, forcing his eyes to meet your own as opposed to wandering down. The last thing that he wanted was to be on the receiving end of your wrath — the last time that had happened, he had been placed on a week long sex ban.
To say he barely survived that would be the understatement of the century.
“Just this stupid dress,” you bite out angrily, slapping your hands against your thighs in defeat. You had accidentally ordered the dress a size too small, but it hadn’t looked that short when you laid it out over your bed.
But now that you were wearing it, it continued to ride up with every single one of your movements, nearly exposing your entire backside.
The fact that you hadn’t ripped the dress to shreds with your bare hands was a miracle in it of itself.
Suguru finally allows his eyes to rake up and down your figure, admiring the way that the dress hugs your curves while still remaining elegant. The straps are loose over your shoulders, intentionally of course and the dress’ corset only makes you look that much better.
But you don’t see it that way, instead, you see the dress as an inconvenience that is only making you more and more late for your girls’ night with Shoko and Utahime.
In the reflection of the mirror, you can see Suguru watching you hungrily, a look that goes directly to your core. You can feel your face warming underneath his gaze, and you know that silently, he’s trying to make you even more late than you already were.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you whine, turning to look at Suguru. He crosses his arms, still leaning against the doorframe and smirking at you. He doesn’t fail to notice the way your thighs rub against one another, no doubt trying to provide yourself with the tiniest bit of friction.
“Oh? And why’s that?” he teases you, raising an eyebrow. You fight back the urge to roll your eyes, knowing the action would only dig you into a deeper hole.
“You’re going to make me late,” you point out, turning back to the full-body mirror. You grab the bottoms of your dress again, tugging downward sharply and hoping that it would stay. But of course, the moment that you straighten your back, the dress rides up.
This time however, Suguru doesn’t bite his tongue.
“I’m not going to make you late, but that dress sure will,” Suguru steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His arms wrap loosely around your waist, tugging your back against his chest whilst his chin hooks over your shoulder.
You let out a sigh, body relaxing against Suguru’s while one of his hands begins to slowly drift lower, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. “Suguru-“
“Hmm?” he hums, raising an eyebrow at you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, biting back the desperate whimper that claws at the base of your throat. He smiles at the look on your face, keeping his fingers right against the inside of your thigh.
“I’m definitely going to be late now,” you sigh, leaning your head back so that it hits against Suguru’s shoulder. He grins in victory, then hooking his arms beneath you and swiftly lifting you from the ground.
“That you are,” he agrees, all the while you giggle at your boyfriend’s antics.
“Babe, Shoko texted you again. Do you want me to answer for you—?” Satoru cuts himself off as he enters your bedroom, standing slack-jawed in the doorframe as you continue to get ready, having not heard your boyfriend enter.
You smooth your hands over your dress, turning your body in a circle to admire yourself in your room’s full-body mirror. An approving smile curls the corner of your lips upward. You had put so much time and effort into your hair, makeup, and outfit — to have it pay off was one of the most rewarding feelings.
“Satoru? Everything okay?” you ask suddenly, having finally noticed your snowy-haired boyfriend standing in the doorframe of your bedroom. His jaw is still practically on the floor, arms hanging limply at his sides as he simply stares at you — it’s almost unsettling, really.
He swallows the lump in his throat, suddenly aware of how tight his pants feel. And as badly as he wants to pounce on you, he knew that you would protest under the reason that Shoko would have your head if you were late to another girl’s night.
“Yeah! Yeah, everything’s good,” he nods quickly, clearing his throat and doing his best to play off the way that he had been ogling at you.
Curiously, you raise an eyebrow at him, but you say nothing in response. You turn back to the mirror, lifting your hands to your hair and smoothing it out, making sure that no strand was out of place.
Satoru swallows again, glancing down at your phone in his hand before tossing it on the bed, then following it and laying on his stomach on the bed. Though laying on his stomach was uncomfortable, he wouldn’t dare admit that simply looking at you had gotten him hard.
“Are you sure that everything is okay Satoru?” you inquire from your place in the front of the mirror, not failing to notice how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you — not that that was an uncommon occurrence anyway.
Shaking his head and forcing his gaze up to meet your own, Satoru nods quickly — almost too quickly to even be considered human.
You hum, already feeling a smirk curl the corner of your lips upward as you turn to face him, being sure to sway your hips as you walk over to your bed.
You reach your hands down, cupping the sides of Satoru’s face and guiding his gaze to meet yours, an action that he follows without an ounce of hesitation.
“You really are a terrible liar,” you murmur, taking note of your boyfriend’s half-lidded eyes and the small purse of his lips. You lean down, slotting your lips against his own and smiling against him at the moan that he releases into your mouth.
He leans further into you, pushing himself up onto his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you against him.
You pull back from him to catch your breath, not failing to notice the small whine that your action pulls from the back of Satoru’s throat.
“I can’t be late again,” you point out, finding yourself smiling as Satoru’s lust-blown eyes flicker about your expression, deflating when he realizes that you’re being serious.
“Please? It won’t be that late,” Satoru whispers, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and placing sloppy kisses against the skin there. He smirks against you at the shiver that runs up your spine.
You sigh, disconnecting Satoru from your neck and placing your hands against his cheeks again. He tilts his head at you, feigning innocence as you playfully glare down your nose at him.
“Fine,” you relent, craning your neck and pressing your lips to Satoru, allowing him to tug you onto your bed.
You ended up being two hours late to girl’s night — much to the displeasure of Shoko.
“Choso, honey, could you come in here for a second?” you call sweetly from your bedroom, smoothing your hands over the front of your dress. You find yourself smiling at the sound of hurried footsteps growing louder, and in a matter of seconds, Choso is standing in the doorframe of your bedroom.
He pauses at the sight in front of him. You’re standing in front of the mirror propped up against one of the bedroom walls, hair done up with a face of makeup on. You’re wearing a dress that Choso hadn’t seen before; a skintight black dress that rides up just a touch too high for his liking — but he would never tell you not to wear it.
You turn to Choso, smiling and placing your hands on your hips — completely oblivious to the effect that you were currently having on him.
“What do you think?” you ask him, leaning your weight to the side. Your dress follows your movement, the right side riding up to expose the skin of your thigh. Choso’s eyes flicker to the newly exposed skin, but they just as quickly return to your eyes, not wanting you to think he was ogling you.
He swallows past the lump in his throat, while also doing his best to ignore the growing strain in his pants. He would just have to restrain himself, you had to leave in twenty minutes after all. The last thing that he wanted was to be the cause of your lateness — though he didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out once you were gone.
“You look gorgeous,” Choso responds quickly, realizing that he had accidentally found himself caught in his own thoughts. You smile at his praise, crossing the room and lifting your arms to wrap them over his neck, nails lightly tracing the nape of his neck.
He shivers against your fingers, biting back a moan that climbs up his throat. You smile mischievously, flashing him one of those looks — the one where he knows that you wouldn’t exactly mind being late for girl’s night.
Choso quickly leans down, roughly pressing his lips to yours as he tugs your chest flush against his own, hands gripping at your waist while your hands tangle in his hair, tugging lightly on the strands. You receive a cracked moan into your mouth following your action — one that has you smirking against Choso’s lips.
He steps towards your bed, lightly dragging you with him until the backs of your legs hit against the bed’s edge. Only then does he help you, hooking his hands underneath the plump of your ass and lifting you up, never once breaking the kiss.
You pull back to inhale greedily, biting your lips together as Choso’s hands wander over the fabric of your dress, fingertips just barely grazing your skin in a way that has you shivering.
“Mine,” he growls against you, bending his head down to press featherlight kisses against your neck, sucking at your pulse point and feeling himself smirk at your back arching in response. Your body pushes itself further into Choso’s arms — a feeling that he would never get used to but wholeheartedly appreciated.
He pulls his lips back from your neck — that earns him a disappointed moan. Choso’s eyes flicker to meet yours, pants straining at the half-lidded look that you give him, pupils lust-blown and chest rising and falling in panted breaths.
With you sitting on the bed and Choso standing in front of you, it grants him easy access to what he wants most. He leans forward to peck your lips again, once again feeling his pants strain at the way your mouth chases his when he pulls back from you.
He lowers himself to his knees in front of you, sending you one last glance before his fingers push up your dress. You let out a small sigh, glancing down at Choso.
At this point, you didn’t even mind the fact that you were forty-five minutes late.
do you do nsfw fics? if u do, can you do suguru x male reader where the reader is dom, plus aftercare stuff !! i haven't seen very many :((
Sypnosis - Read above request.
Warning(s) - foul language, straight smut, Geto being a whiny bitch (canon btw)
A/N - I've never written a male reader before so if I fucked anything up I beg you to please let me know.
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“Too much — fuck!” Geto’s back arches, his chest rising and falling in heaving breaths. He had cum — what — three or four times? And yet you were relentless, bending to whisper into his ear to give you ‘just one more’. His whimpers were sweet, whiny little sounds that only made you rut harder into him.
His head falls back against the pillow, teary eyes flickering downwards to watch as your hand curls around his cock — which is already covered in a mixture of his cum and your own. You flick your thumb over his tip, collecting any of the leftovers and smearing it down his length, chuckling breathily as he cries out.
“C’mon baby,” you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, swallowing your own groans as you slow your movements, smirking at the whine that falls from Geto’s lips. For a moment, you admire the fucked out expression that your boyfriend wears; his eyes that are glossy with tears, his lips that are parted with little lines of drool dribbling down his chin, his rosy cheeks.
Geto whimpers, pressing his lips together in an attempt to conceal the sound. Your eyes narrow, and meanly, you thrust back into him without warning. He moans, legs wrapping around your waist and pulling you further into him, wanting to feel you deeper.
“I’m — fuck — cumming!” Geto groans, his back arching completely off of the bed as thin ropes of cum shoot from his tip, falling over his abdomen. He whines, leaning back into the sheets and twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm — the fifth of the night.
His chest rises and falls in heaving breaths, a whine falling from his lips as you gently pull out of him, rocking back on your heels and tilting your head to admire your work.
Geto’s hair is an absolute mess, long thickened strands messily strewn about — long gone was the bun that he had worn when he first got to your shared apartment. His arm lays over his eyes, lips still parted as he works to catch his breath. His neck is covered in hickeys and love bites, all courtesy of you. His hips are only slightly bruised — but he wouldn’t mind the ache come morning.
“You alright?” you ask him gently, smoothing your thumbs over his hips and gazing at him. He only whines in response. You smile again, lovingly squeezing his hips before making your way into the bathroom, taking one of the hand towels that you had left by the sink.
You turn on the faucet, running it beneath slightly warmed water before bending to the bathtub and beginning to fill it.
Once back in the bedroom, you run the towel over Geto’s body, being careful around his cock and abused hole. He jolts at the warmth, glancing at you — but quickly lays back down as he realizes that you’re only cleaning him up.
You chuck the towel into the nearby hamper, crawling to lay at Geto’s side while the bathtub is being filled. You open your arms to him, smiling sweetly as he nestles into them, his head easily tucking into the crook of your neck and his legs entangling with your own.
“Didn’t go too rough with you, did I?” you murmur into his hair, pressing featherlight kisses against his hairline. Geto hums against you, shaking his head and pressing himself further into you, his nose inhaling your scent as if trying to memorize it.
"Nah," he responds breathily, shimmying out of your hold just enough to gaze lovingly up at you. You smile, laying your palm against his cheek and wiping the stray tears that cling to his bottom lash line. HE nuzzles into your hand, running his thumb over the backs of your knuckles. "Felt good."
You chuckle at him, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. Your head turns, remembering that you had left the tub running. "Here, let's get you cleaned, yeah?"
Geto whines in disappointment, but allows you to help him into the bathroom, shoulder against your chest as he sinks down into the warm water, sighing in content. You climb in behind him, circling your arms around his waist and tugging his back against your chest, smiling to yourself as he snuggles into you.
Your fingers lightly intwine with his own, and you bring the back of his hand to your lips, pecking it gently. He smiles, tilting his head so that his smile is directed up at you.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" Your smile widens as Geto chuckles, craning his neck to place a chaste kiss against your cheek. Your arms affectionately squeeze him, his body returning to its original position and snuggling against you.
"No. Was just thinkin', that's all," Geto shrugs his shoulders indifferently, grinning to himself as you place featherlight kisses against the back of his neck.
"I love you too y'know," you whisper against his skin. Geto smiles to himself, his hands squeezing the arms that are wrapped around his waist.
"I know."
boyfriend!satoru and boyfriend!suguru when their gf is sick 🤒
“come on baby you’ve been asleep for ages,” suguru calls down the corridor towards your shared room. he makes his way over to your sleeping form smiling at the little lump you had become under the pile of blankets.
“hi princess-“ he stopped his petting of your head when he made contact with your forehead, the heat permeating from your skin immediately drawing his attention.
“oh no baby you’ve got a temperature.”
you weren’t understanding anything he was saying, he almost looked like a ball of colour to your disassociating yourself.
“mmmf”
“i know baby, i know. satoru! satoru come here. gimme a second princess.”
“mmf”
“hello what am i missing out on?”
“go and get me pain killers and a cold towel, oh and an orange and a bottle of water.”
“why what’s happening oh my god what is happening?”
“satoru stop it she’s fine it’s just a temper-“
“A TEMPERATURE? i’m sure hospitals have stuff for that?”
“satoru. get the stuff i asked for please.”
you barely registered the blankets being stripped off of your body until you felt a slight breeze on your torso.
“noo no cold please.”
“baby i’m sorry, you have to regulate your body temperature okay?
then he was lifting your head and adding extra pillows under your neck.
“sugu i don’t feel good :( “ you said in your tiny little voice. just barely a whisper but he heard you all the same.
“i know baby, it hurts doesn’t it?” he was practically petting you between your brows like one would do to a kitten.
“you’ll be better in no time hmm? we can sit and watch movies and then when you’re feeling a bit better i’ll make you some nice warm food yeah?”
and before you could reply there was a loud bang at the door signaling your other boyfriend’s arrival.
“where’s the casualty!”
“satoru not so loud, what’s all that?”
you turned your head towards your white haired partner and took in his arms, full to the brim with nearly everything from your kitchen cabinets.
he had every fruit from the fruit bowl, three flavors of juice, 5 types of painkiller, 2 couch cushions, what looked like four bath towels? and even some chocolate bars. he dropped it all dramatically as he climbed next to you on the bed.
“oh my god baby we’re gonna overcome this don’t worry. aw look at you.”
and his hands were pawing at your sweaty hair and back.
“satoru she’s okay don’t worry, a temperature isn’t anything to be worried about.”
“we should take all the necessary precautions.”
“do you know what the necessary precautions are?”
he stared blankly before kissing you all over your cheeks and eyelids. suguru couldn’t help but chuckle at his boyfriends actions, he knew satoru was only trying to lighten your mood with his silly antics. suguru took a dampened towel and started to gently wipe your back with it as satoru stroked your hair and whispered words of love to you.
“baby you want us to run you a bath?”
“yes please.”
with the amount of love in this very room you were bound to recover in no time.
a/n : hope u guys like them as much as I do 🧸
New fanart of this pretty boy (Always pretty, ALWAYS).
Suguru shortly after visits that village(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
(I never wanted to be a mirror so much)
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