#GETO PUSSY!!!!

[mommycity]

Phone sex with ftm geto ughhfdbbnj imagine he’d put the phone on face time and show you his still naked body, hoodie between his teeth and his pajama pants brought down around his thighs. He looks so fucking sexy as he pulls his pussy lips apart showing you how wet he is. It’s almost hypnotizing till he finally groans out “m so horny baby look”. His clit is so swollen and red, his lips so fat with little trimmings of hair. His pussy clenches around nothing and you can visibly see him getting wetter from being watched.

“Play with it sugu” and thats all he needs. His fingers will rummage through his soppy wet folds and anchor themselves to his clit. Fuck he’s so beautiful. Just wanna see sugu moan about good it feels. He’s arching his back panting,”m a good boy? Please fuck me pleaseee” over and over.

[holeforzenin]

"Come on, fuck me emo boy!" we beg in unison🙏🏼

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Geto Suguru who shuts you up with dick.

The slightest bit of attitude in your voice: dick.

Talking any kind of way to him: dick.

You even look at him the wrong way: dick.

He simply does it for the love of the game. I don’t make the rules.

So when you have been mean and rude as fuck all day, talking back, snapping at him over the smallest things and eyeing him like he was the biggest inconvenience on the planet. Of course he would put you in your place.

As soon as you two would get home he’d have you on your back in 3.5 seconds, folding you into the meanest mating press the world has ever known. He whispers obscenities in your ear, telling you all the nasty things he was going to do to his bratty little girl all while his fingers made wicked work of your sloppy cunt.

He slides himself into you with on thrust. Your clamp down on him as he fuck you wildly. He abuses your clit, makes you fall apart on his dick. Just for him to pull away, slowing his hips right when your on the precipice of release. He pinches your clit, he tuts, “No, no, no.” He’d say. “You think you deserve to cum after all you put me through today? I don’t think soooo..”

Gosh he’s just so fucking mean about it buuuuut it’s what you deserve after being so mean to him :(

[hiddencloudboi]

🔞 18+ only MDNI 🔞

☆ pairing: trans!suguru geto x black!male!reader

☆ taglist: @dqrkhold @ghostking4m @b00tyliciousbabe @starboye @gayaristocrat @multireese

Cult Leader!Suguru who thinks that you're attractive for a filthy non sorcerer when you are presented to him, hoping that he can help you with your curse affliction as he has done for so many others.

Cult Leader!Suguru who has been sexually pent up for weeks now, and though he usually would never think about bedding a non sorcerer, you are the epitome of a pretty boy. All during his consultation with you, he's barely listening to your words as he admires your looks.

Cult Leader!Suguru who puts on his best winning smile as he assures you that he can easily remedy your problem but that the treatment will be a little... unorthodox. That makes you a little wary but you are desperate and the way Geto holds your hand puts you at ease.

Cult Leader!Suguru who tells you that you must live in the cult compound for the foreseeable future with no contact with the outside world. You're surprised when he tells you that the room you'll be staying in is his personal quarters.

Cult Leader!Suguru who tells you – as he begins disrobing right in front of you – that the only way to exorcise the curses afflicting you is through having as much sex with him as possible. He puts on an act as if he's reluctant to resort to this when really, he's already thinking about how he can satisfy all his carnal needs by using you.

Cult Leader!Suguru who starts your treatment by gently commanding you to kneel after having you strip and eat his cunt, which is already wet in anticipation. This all feels surreal. But you want his help, and he is a truly beautiful man.

Cult Leader!Suguru who has to admire how gullible non sorcerers are. You lean right in and begin with timid kitten licks, but he makes a tsk tsk sound while pushing the back of your head at the same time he pushes his hips forward. "For this to work, you have to give it your all."

Cult Leader!Suguru who makes a mess of your face with his juices as he cums no fewer than 3 or 4 times by having you make out with his pussy. This was the best decision he'd ever made. Your mouth and tongue feel like heaven and he hasn't even had your cock yet.

Cult Leader!Suguru who hauls you over to his huge, luxurious bed and has you lay on your back. He teases your cock for several minutes by using his big, soft breasts. It has you panting and squirming but Suguru stops before you can cum.

Cult Leader!Suguru who gives you the most amazing, toe curling, sheet clutching head. But he still won't let you finish, always backing off right as he senses you're teetering towards the edge. He repeats this several times, using his free hand to play with his clit. You can tell he cums once or twice more from that, which feels a little unfair.

Cult Leader!Suguru who looks at you with smoldering eyes as he slowly crawls up your body and positions himself to straddle your waist. You gasp feeling the velvety heat of his pussy wrap around your aching cock.

Cult Leader!Suguru who has never been filled or stretched so much before, let alone by a lowly non sorcerer. I'm definitely going to keep you, he thinks as he starts to lift up and down, finding a rhythm while one hand rubs at his puffy little nub.

Cult Leader!Suguru who milks you for every drop of your cum before lifting off your cock and turning around so his back is to you. You're still coming down from your orgasmic high and catching your breath when Suguru backs up and sits on your face.

Cult Leader!Suguru who makes you eat your own cum out of his pussy. There, just like that. Know your place you non sorcerer, he thinks while your tongue is lapping at his core. He has a little too much fun smothering you under his luscious ass, though you seem to enjoy it if the way you knead his soft cheeks is anything to go by.

Cult Leader!Suguru who keeps you as his personal boy toy, isolated from the outside world. He treats you well, objectively. You are fed the best food by his personal chefs and he buys you the finest clothes and accessories. His favorite thing is buying you collars so that everyone in the cult knows you're his pet.

Cult Leader!Suguru who secretly has some of his cursed spirits assigned to protect and monitor you so that you can't escape. But the way you seem addicted to fucking him might make the last part unnecessary.

Cult Leader!Suguru who considers you in a special third category of useful monkeys aside from money and curse collectors, one who exists to satisfy him sexually.

Cult Leader!Suguru who keeps you dosed most of the time with the sex pollen of one of his curses so that your cock is hard and aching to fuck his pussy at a moment's notice.

Cult Leader!Suguru who will return to your shared suite after a long day of appointments to find you fast asleep. Having been craving you all day, he thinks nothing of undressing and sucking on your already hard cock before he puts it inside his pussy.

Cult Leader!Suguru who will do paperwork and answer calls while you're camped under his desk so you can eat him out.

[nubsdolls]

you were his angel.

the prettiest little thing, he swore when he looked down at you he was seeing stars. the way your skirt bounced with every step you took or whenever you jumped up to greet him, exposing the sliver of lace between your thighs, the thin fabric barely leaving anything to imagination.

how the sunlight almost always shone down through the clouds and right onto your face during class, carefully capitalizing on your features hes almost sure, were sculpted by god himself. the flutter of your lashes, the sheen gloss on your pouty lips, god, it drove him mad.

that same gloss that coated the base of his dick, creating a pretty little rim around his length, fuck you take him so well. the glossed-up rim barely visible by the slick trail of cum spluttering out the top as you placed little kisses along the rim of his tip, hands treating him so gentle as if he were glass.

and an angel you were as you came down from heaven above and onto him. sweet, sweet babbles escaping your lips as you swallowed him whole, engulfing him and all of his inches. he grips down feverishly onto your thighs like its his lifeline. hips stuttering back up to meet yours as he starts to keep a pace.

how you would arch your back when he flips you over and starts fucking into you from behind, watching as his cock disappears and reappears from inside your gummy walls, murmuring stupid plea’s, begging him to go deeper into you, to feel him in your guts as if you weren’t already breaking under his touch. your shoulder blades reaching so far up and so prominent he worries they’ll break from out of your skin, the image reminiscent of an angel gaining their wings.

as he holds you closer, picking up his pace and growing all breathy, stumbling over his words, all while dragging himself in and out of your slick warmth, his fat cock starting to twitch inside of you and he starts going blank, mumbling your name and sweet nothings into your ear a prayer.

“ngh—hah.. yeah.. you g’na take me baby? yeah. fuckin’—take it.” he stutters, hiccuping between tears of pure bliss.

cumming in you feels like heaven on earth. the sticky substance filling you up all the way—with him still inside as he slowly pulls out, his thick cum spilling out of your cunt and dripping onto your thighs as he drags his still sensitive tip along your swollen clit, before pushing it back in with a lewd squelch! that makes you cry out in pleasure. feeling as he slowly starts to fuck his warm fill right back into you.

yeah, his angel alright, and he was sure to taint you with his sins.

DABI , TOUYA , (im aware theyre the same person.) gojo , geto , choso + whoever elsee !

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | lower case intended, short smut, +18 mdni, creampie, reverse cowgirl, p in v, black!fem intended, pet names: baby, daddy, doll,

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | suguru getou, onyankopon, ryomen sukuna, renji abarai

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | just a little sum sum ;) enjoy!! ignore any errors, thank you <3

𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 | masterlist

"mmm, baby..."

"s-shit, just like that..."

"like that, daddy?"

"yeahhhh...like.. that... Just, like, that...there you fucking go." he coos, releasing a throaty grunt.

"oooh f-fuck daddy!' you wailed, bouncing up and down.

you ride him, you ride him good.

reverse cowgirl.

the perfect angle to see his glossy cum coated cock slide in and out of your tight soaking pussy.

you ride him relentlessly to the point he loses all sense of control. you had him wrapped around your finger. constantly worship you while he bit at his bottom lip, head thrown back as shameless whimpering moans emits from your lips.

he was just eager to fuck you.

eager to get his dick wet.

eager to feel your pussy wrapped around his cock.

pussy lips clenching around him, you milk him to a T, sucking every last drop till you were filled to the brim.

his creamy goodness eventually creates a sticky, warm feeling where your hips meet. as you wind your hips, you feel his tip kissing at your cervix repeatedly.

"f-fucking hell, doll." His hands roughly slap your ass once more, watching it jiggle within his veiny hold as he goes to spread your cheeks apart. he observes your shared cum rolling down the base of his shaft from your drooling cunt as you continue to go down on him.

your pace slows down, your hand placed at his defined abdomen, you lustfully gaze over your shoulder at him, bashing your lashes to give him a pleading look for more.

he notices you starting to grind steadily against him.

"feels good now don't it?" he becomes smug, taking a hold of your hips, "you love riding daddy's cock don't you baby?"

and like the obedient babygirl you were, you nodded with a gentle. "mhmm."

"mhmm, I know you do, c'mere."

his arms wrap around you securely for you to lean back in his embrace. moaning loudly, he starts to fuck you hard, deeply pounding into your cervix while kissing you sloppy.

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

p.s: thank you for all the love and support <3<3

[yutamayo]

Happy Birthday Satoru Gojo! 🩵

[cakesandtreats]

Suguru's pussy is so good, it would convince you to join his cult.

Not a day goes by without you latching onto his clit and making sure he cums all over your pretty face.

Honestly it should be fucking illegal for him to have a pussy that good. Getting pussy-drunk and slobbering all over that pretty cunt of his till he begs for mercy.

Pussy addiction so bad, he gets wet whenever you walk into a room

[prosciuttulipa]

Period Pain, Go Away

how the JJK men help you through your period

content: afab reader x jjk men, just fluff this time! brief dirty joke in Toji's one (because he's Toji), but every one of them is a good boi in their own way <33

a/n: on my period and am in much pain v_v i can't decide who i want to comfort me, so i'm writing for all of the men i want

Gojo Satoru who isn't just your boyfriend during your period, but a "girl's girl". He wants to spoil you with desserts and eat the leftovers that you can't finish, do face masks with those cute cucumber slices over the eyes. You want a bath? He's already drawing one, dunking in bath bombs till the water looks like a small galaxy, putting on your comfort show so you can watch it while you soak.

Dealing with pain through fun and smiles has always been his way of coping. So, yes—maybe he does look a bit silly, gossiping with you while you paint sparkles onto his nails, his hair tied up with a pink scrunchie. But what's a boyfriend for, if not to be your Ken doll during your time of need?

It hurts him more than he likes to admit, to see you wince at a bad cramp, or come out of the bathroom with the colour drained from your cheeks. When you can't manage anything more than lying in your bed, he'll rest his head against your stomach, peppering kisses wherever it hurts. "Be good to my girl," he'll jokingly threaten your uterus, poking your tummy gently, "she deserves the world."

Geto Suguru who knows your period is coming before you do. Your irritable mood and food cravings clue him in, and he takes action without saying a single word.

The day your period starts, you realise that the feminine products you usually use have been fully restocked without your notice. The fridge is filled with your period cravings, enough to last a week. Before you can even say anything, a large hand wraps around your waist and presses a hot water bottle against your abdomen. "Good morning, princess," he greets you like he hasn't just pulled off what can only be described as a small miracle, "is everything to your liking?"

You don't know whether to laugh or cry at how perfectly he's predicted you. He's a step ahead of you throughout your entire period, knowing which snack or act of affection you want just by your expression. Some might call his behaviour unreasonable; frankly, he thinks it's bullshit. "Attention, taken to its highest degree, is the same thing as prayer," is what he quotes, when you ask him why he's so observant. "What makes you think I do not absolutely and utterly worship you?"

Nanami Kento who is obviously written by a woman, and so does not flinch when he sees the blood on the bedsheets when he wakes up earlier than you. Instead, he kisses you good morning till you're giggling, distracting you so you don't get a chance to see the stains. He changes the sheets while you're in the bathroom, throwing them in with the rest of the laundry. When you come back out, worrying you dirtied the bed, he merely shrugs. "I didn't see anything, darling."

He treats you like a queen on the daily, but during your period, you're his empress. Each word is law, each action his cue to immediately come to your aid. He'll cook every meal, and won't let you hold the spoon to feed yourself if he can help it. As far as he can see, your only responsibility this week is to lounge around, and let him spoil you rotten.

He thinks it's a crime that you still have to go to work, when you have to pop painkillers with your breakfast just to make it through the day. "I can take care of you, you know," he'll inevitably murmur, kissing the shell of your ear, "I make enough money to support us both. Take the day off, dearest. They don't need you more than I do."

Toji Fushiguro who manages to piss you off on the first day of your period. "What size pussy you wear?" he calls to ask, when he's picking up your feminine products at the corner store, "gotta make sure I take care of that kitty for all the squeezin' she does on me."

When he gets back home and finishes getting an earful on how you're more than just his pocket pussy, he apologises by scooping you up in his arms. "You know you're more than just a good fuck, doll," his words carry a rare sort of honesty, coming from him. "You're a good woman. My woman. Gun's in the second drawer, sweetheart—shoot me if I ever do wrong by you."

His touches turn softer, the smack to your ass replaced with a squeeze on the hip, kisses on your shoulders. He's got a hand on you at all times, just rubbing idle circles against your stomach or lower back to soothe your cramps. When bedtime comes, he makes you lay on your tummy, massaging away the tension in your muscles until you're all nice and pliant. He may not always know what to say, but he'll be damned if his actions make you feel like he doesn't love you.

[cuntyji]

now hear me out

[holeforzenin]

A/n repost from my account that got terminated

Pussydrunk choso lapping your cunt while your on your gaming chair playing gta and he's on the floor in front of you with your legs placed over his broad shoulders and his head buried between your thighs.

He's just so obsessed with pleasing you and making you feel good. He's been at it for the past hour, slurring and tougue fucking your cunt like a dehydrated man thats so desperate for your cum, the front of his hair is all messy and wet from you squirting, even his shirt is all wet but that man doesn't even care, all he cares about is making you cum and squirt so he can taste you

He's in heaven right there, there's no place he'd rather be than between your thighs. He fucking loves the taste of you, it's like he can never get enough of that sweet little cunt.

Since the first time he tasted you he just couldn't stop, he kept begging and begging you over and over even when you told him your cunt is too sore from how often he does.

He runs his tongue up and down your folds before sucking on your clit like his life depends on it, at this point you can't even concentrate on your game anymore you'd have to tug on his hair real hard to get his attention but even that gets him more riled up, he loves it when you tug on his hair or when you play his hair while he's eating you out, its like a reward, he just groans and moans against your clit.

Whenever you do cum, he doesn't waste a single bit, he licks it all clean, making sure he doesn't miss a spot whether it was dripping down your asshole or onto the chair, that man doesn't give a fuck he'd get ever last drop and he'd whimper against you telling you how good you taste and asking for more.

Then after that you'd bounce on his cock while his eyes is glued to your bouncing tits, the way it moves up and down each snap of your hips. It’s like he's hypnotized by you or something.

[iloveboysinred]

It is CANON geto has NO chest hair NO nip hair NO stomach hair NO back hair NO arm hair and NO happy trail. It’s SHOWN in the manga and anime.

It is a FACT some men NEVER grow chest hair, nip hair, stomach hair, back hair, arm hair or happy trails. It’s just a genetic some men have.

It is a FACT some men NEVER grow chest hair, nip hair, stomach hair, back hair, arm hair or happy trails.

It is CANON geto is one of these men.

It is CANON geto has NO chest hair, NO nip hair, NO stomach hair, NO back hair, NO happy trail and NO arm hair and he NEVER will.

Why are you so mad at me for writing about a 27 year old grown man having body hair?

Geto also canonically died and therefore cannot get his freak on with anybody. He also canonically hates non sorcerers (aka all of us because sorcerers don’t exist) and would never get his freak on with one but since its ✨fiction✨ we can all sit here and read and write about however we want to portray him.

So you can read a fictional story about him having sex with you but you cant fathom a fictional story where he has body hair because it’s not cannon?

Anyway, i’ll continue to write for and post suguru happy trail propaganda and youuuu cant stop me

Read me if you like happy trail Suguru

Read me if you dont like my content

[gojos-thot-patrol]

It's the horniest time of the year Dear reader.

Now Loading, Kinktober Week one...

Synopsis: Suguru has loved you since he met you. Or maybe lust is a better word. Either way, it never really mattered. You were a good girl who would never give a dirty fuck boy like him a chance. You were smarter than that. Even now, as you sit on his lap learning how to smoke for the first time, you'd never give him a chance. Right? Kinks: Pussy drunk, corruption, non/dub con, stoned sex, and slight yandere behavior. Viewer Discretion is advised.

It was the laugh that got him. Light and sweet, delicate even. A wind chime giggle that drew Suguru’s attention away from whatever the fuck his roommate was talking about, and right to you. You were adorable. Bright vibrant eyes and a shy smile, trying to hide behind a red solo cup as Shoko continued to tease you. It made his dick twitch.

“Yeah, so true Satoru- hey who’s that?” He asked Gojo, cutting off whatever rant he was on to point at you.

“Oh, you haven't met Y/n yet?” Gojo asked.

“You have?” Suguru didn’t like the jealous pang he got from that. He didn’t like the idea that Gojo got to you first. Satoru knew this, and smirked back at him.

“Sure have,” He winked, “She’s Shoko’s new roommate. This is apparently her first party ever.”

“You don’t say?” Suguru hummed, looking over at you in time to see you decline a joint being passed your way. You screamed sheltered kid, and you probably didn’t even know it. “You should introduce me.”

“And why should I?” Satoru scoffed, “So you can fuck her once and then never answer her texts again?”

“Are you planning on treating her any better?” Suguru snorted back.

“Hey man, that’s!-...Fair enough, actually, come on.” He sighed, nodding his head towards you as he escorted his friend over. “Hey, Y/n!” He yelled with a laugh, and you waved to him.

“Hi Gojo!” You smiled, drowsily swaying back and forth as you enjoyed your buzz.

“You look like you’re having a good time,” He chuckled, “Hey, I got someone I want you to meet. This is-”

“Hi Suguru!” You waved at him, your smile growing. To Satoru’s, but more so Suguru’s surprise, you seemed to know him.

“Oh, uh, Hey.” He smiled with a soft wave.

“I thought you said you hadn’t met?” Satoru asked, looking puzzled. Your confusion etched your features as well as you looked up at him.

“Why would you say that? We have Music History together.” You gently reminded him. Geto ran though his mind palace, ripping books off the shelves as he desperately tried to remember who you were, and how the fuck he could have possibly forgotten you. 

Wait…wait…No fucking way, you couldn’t be the same girl. The one who passed out almost the moment class started? The girl who wore exclusively sweatpants and band hoodies? He had noticed you before, mostly for your good taste in music, but seeing you when you weren’t just a walking corpse was like seeing an entirely different human being. 

“I never said that, Gojo doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Suguru swiftly threw Satoru under the bus, sitting next to you and draping his arm around your shoulders, “How have you been Y/n? Enjoying the party?” his smile was so charming, it was the only thing you could really focus on. 

“Backstabbing asshole-” Satoru muttered as he went to find better friends. 

“I’ve been good!” You smiled with a nod, leaning into his side, “Little nervous about last week's test though. I kinda struggle in that class.” You confessed.

“Really?” He asked with a precious tilt of his head. “You know, I have an A in Music History, I could tutor you if you wanted.”

“Really?!” You gasped, eyes dazzling like all of the glitter in the world was contained in them, “That would be so nice!” He laughed softly and nodded. This was almost too easy.

“Of course Sweetheart. Here, let me get your number.” 

🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

You hated how much you liked Suguru. How special his attention made you feel, how sincere his care seemed to be, and how sweet his actions were. Mostly because you knew it was all an act. You thought it was funny how he tried to talk you up as if Shoko wasn’t your roommate. Did he really think she wouldn’t warn you about her friends and their natural fuck boy tendencies?

After the party that night, Shoko had told you exactly who Suguru Geto was when it came to women, and made it clear in no uncertain terms that the only thing he wanted was a one night stand. It hurt at first, considering you did have a crush on him at one point. But, you were thankful for the warning nonetheless. You knew your judgment when it came to guys was less than phenomenal, and this whole ordeal confirmed it. 

Still, you happily accepted the free tutoring. If there was one thing Suguru knew a lot about, it was anything having to do with music. His passion for it leaked into how he taught, and soaked up into you. You found yourself actually engaged in topics you previously found boring, and your grade did genuinely improve. You hated that it only added fuel to your ridiculous crush. There was some truth in the saying that the quickest way to fall in love with someone is to see them talk about their passions, and you were falling into that trap. 

Of course, the hours spent together outside of tutoring didn’t help. The parties his frat held, movie nights hosted by Shoko, randomly bumping into him at the library. You almost always found yourself somehow alone with Suguru. Often it was friendly: talking about whatever new band he discovered, or about whatever movie was playing. 

But, sometimes it got more intimate than that. Him pulling you onto his lap to “make room for more people” on the couch. Hiding in a corner at some basement show together, close enough that you could smell the tequila on his breath while he openly wished to kiss you. It took willpower you didn’t even know you had to deny him. You quickly came to the realization you needed a distraction. 

That’s what led you here. “Who are you texting?” Suguru asked, completely giving up on trying to teach you about the effect the LA riots had on the rap music genre. 

“Why do you want to know?” You questioned back, lifting an eyebrow. You were a little more than two months into your friendship with Suguru, and at some point during that time he decided he was privy to whoever it was you were talking to at any moment. He said it was because he cared about you and wanted to keep you safe. You knew it was because he was jealous.

“I’m just curious who you think is more important than getting a passing grade?” He smiled so syrupy sweet as the sarcastic comment dripped from his lips. Asshole. You sighed and shook your head. You wanted to argue with him more, but, you couldn’t keep this secret from him forever.

“So, you know Keigo from class, right?”

“Why the fuck are you talking to Keigo?” Suguru snapped as his eyes narrowed, a stark contrast from just seconds before. You flinched a bit at the venom in his question. Suguru never really cursed, and it always made you feel small when he did. Still, you couldn’t back out now.

“Simple, he’s my boyfriend.” You shrugged, trying to feign a confidence you truly did not have.

“Your what?” 

“Oh my God, you’re acting like I just told you I fucked a republican, it’s not that big of a deal!” You scoffed at his utter disgust, your shame from earlier being replaced with indignation at his reaction. You weren’t sure when he got the idea that he owned you, but you were determined to kill it.

“How long have you been “dating” Takami?” He more accused than asked.

“Only like a week. It’s not that big a deal, almost no one even knows. We're going to make it official at ABO’s Halloween party next week.” Oh, of course. You would choose his frat party to try and make things “official.” Like you were trying to make him look like a fool. He rolled his eyes, dramatically leaning back in his chair, as if he was trying to get away from you.

“Oh, well isn’t that just cute.” He sneered, the word “cute” cutting deeper than any insult he could have thrown out at that moment. You bristled at the comment, fighting back the urge to punch his stupidly cute throat.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” You scoffed, “Like you have any say in my relationships.”

“I just think it’s really funny that you say you want nothing to do with fuck boys, and you want a real relationship with someone who cares about you” he mocked, “Just to start dating the second biggest fuck boy on campus, right after Ryomen of all people.” He shrugged calmly despite the rage setting a fire up his spine.

“Well, aren't you just a nice guy.” You all but hissed. It was his turn to flinch now, your words clearly hitting a nerve dead on. He clenched his jaw and his fist, before visibly letting it go.

“Whatever. You’re a grown woman, make whatever mistakes you want.” He sighed, not willing to escalate the fight any further. Right now, that is. It wasn’t your fault you wanted to give Keigo a chance, you saw the good in everybody. Even him once, before Shoko got to you. His fight wasn’t with you, it was with Keigo. 

“You’re right, I am!” You announced, proud of your perceived win. 

“Yeah, you go girl, you’re so empowered. Now can we please get back to studying?’ He scoffed with a shake of his head. 

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“You sure Takami isn’t going to show up tonight?” Gojo asked as he adjusted the fangs in his mouth.

“Not if he knows what’s good for him.” Suguru chuckled a bit as he finished putting the wolf paint on his face. His knuckles were still a little sore from where he cut them on the other man's teeth, reminding him of the night he reminded Keigo to stay away from you. He wondered if his eye looked any better. “How do I look?”

“Like a dollar store werewolf.” Satoru smirked, taking in his friend's torn up flannel and cheap wolf ears (definitely not cat ears) combo.

“Perfect.” Suguru grinned.

“So do you think he told Y/n what happened?” Gojo asked as he put on his vampire cape, finishing his own look. 

“Nope,” Suguru smiled, “That’s the best part. She told me the next day in class that apparently he got mugged by a stranger. She was pissed too.”

“So he kept the secret.” Gojo laughed, “Maybe he isn’t a bird brain after all.” He hummed as the doorbell rang, alerting them to the first wave of guests coming. They made it down the stairs in just enough time to see Nanami and Sukuna open the door for you, Shoko, Mei Mei, and-

Motherfucker.

“Keigo!” Suguru smiled, warm and friendly, as he wrapped an aggressive arm around your date. “I didn't expect to see you here after what happened the other night! Welcome!”

“Hey man, you can’t let one asshole run your life, ya know?” Keigo grinned, playing along despite glaring daggers into the wolfman next to him. 

“You’re so brave.” Gojo sighed with mock irreverence, “Your eye looks terrible.”

“Gee thanks.” Kegio grinned through gritted teeth. “I made it a part of the look.”

“Is the look meant to be a mugging victim?” Gojo asked with a mocking tilt of his head.

“No, he’s a zombie.” You scoffed with a playful eye roll.

“Apparently Mad Hatter was “too cheesy” for him.” Mei Mei tsked. Oooh, an Alice in Wonderland theme. It made sense, Shoko was clearly Alice- meaning Mei Mei was probably the Cheshire Cat and you were The White Rabbit. Suguru was wondering how the other girls convinced you to go out in such a short dress, the satin bunny ears and bowtie reading more Playboy Bunny than The White Rabbit. 

“You all look fantastic ladies, come on in.” He smiled, going to wrap his arm around you to lead you inside. Only for Keigo to intercept him, snatching you away from Suguru’s side and into his own with a swift arm around your waist, making you giggle up at him. Apparently, he wanted another black eye to match his current one. 

Two hours later, and Suguru was considering the ethics of murder. Clearly, knocking a molar out of Keigo Takami’s head wasn’t enough, he needed to be put in the dirt. A fact he was making all too clear by the way he blatantly felt you up, on Suguru’s couch no less. It made his teeth itch to watch, the way you drunkenly swayed into that dirty asshole. How you shyly batted his hand away from the hem of your dress, probably knowing it would be there later anyway. 

“Want me to take care of that fucker for you?” Ryomen asked, having long ditched the Micheal Myers mask and now just looking like a regular blood splattered mechanic. He knew how long Suguru had coveted you, and had no problem looking for a bullshit reason to kick your boyfriend out if it meant his boy got a chance. 

“No, If we kick him out now she’ll just go with him.” Suguru scoffed, taking a drink of his cheap beer. “Honestly, that’s probably what he wants. To get her home and alone.”

“I don’t think they’re gonna wait to get home.” Ryomen grimaced as the two of them watched Keigo slowly try to lead you away to an empty room. Suguru scowled, suddenly understanding Keigo’s game. He could hear that blonde asshole in his head now, laughing in his victory. You want me to stay away from her? What if I fucked her under your roof instead? He felt his damaged fingers twitch, craving violence.

“I’ll be in my room.” Suguru grumbled, making sure to bump into a party goer as he stormed off, begging someone to start a fight with him. Sadly, no one had the balls to try and square up, so he made it to his door with no problem. He sighed as he entered his room, vacuum sealed away from the rest of the party. He felt pathetic as he flopped on his bed. A loser as he pulled his stash out, rolling a joint and turning on the album Pablo Honey by Radiohead. If he was going to be in his sad boy feelings, he was going to commit to the bit.

Creep had just came on when you came sniveling into his room. He wasn’t sure who was more shocked about the situation, him or you. You looked up at him with wide wet eyes that probably should have made him feel some sort of sad, but just made him want to rip that strip of fabric you called a “dress” off you instead.

“Oh, uh, I didn’t expect to find you in here.” You sniffed as you leaned against the door.

“It’s my room?” He asked more than stated. 

“Yeah, and it’s your party too.” You reminded him as you joined him on the bed. He blatantly watched the way your thighs doubled in size as you sat, and desperately wished to be in between them. Drying your tears while he showed you why that asshole you were with now would never compare to him. “I thought you’d be mingling.” You mumbled.  He shrugged and took a drag off of his joint.

“I got bored,” He lied, “Too many jagoffs.” Okay, that was honest. 

“Yeah, tell me about it.” You chuckled humorlessly with a sniffle. He reached out and wiped a tear away with his thumb. 

“Where’s your boyfriend Doll?” He questioned, ignoring the frustration building up inside of him. Where the fuck was that loser? What, was he too much of a “man” to know how to deal with a few tears? Too bad- he was the one that wanted the boyfriend label. Your emotional comfort was his job now, not Suguru’s. 

“He’s not my boyfriend anymore. He got upset when I wouldn’t sleep with him and ended up taking Tinkerbell home.” OH. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry Sweetheart,” He cooed, voice dripping in sincerity as he pulled you into his lap for a warm hug. You accepted gratefully, wrapping your arms around him and shoving your face in the crook of his neck, letting the familiar smell of his soap fill your senses. 

“It’s okay…” You sniffled softly, “You tried to warn me…we weren’t that serious anyway.” You sighed. He massaged gentle circles into the small of your back, holding you close.

“Still, I know it must hurt.” He muttered to you.

“It doesn’t feel good.” You confirmed with a sigh. You watched him take a drag off the joint in his hand. You watched the way his lips wrapped around the paper, felt his chest expand under you, smelled the smoke despite the effort he made to blow it away from you. Something about the performance was mesmerizing. You never really considered drugs before, but now? Knowing they were supposed to make you feel good even when you felt like shit? Your interest was piqued. 

“Does weed taste good?” You asked, catching Suguru off guard mid puff. A laugh turned into a mild coughing fit. You pat his back to help him through it.

“Where did that come from?” He asked with an amused smirk as he caught his breath again.

“I’m just curious about it.” You shrugged, avoiding his gaze in embarrassment as you felt your face heat up. 

“Eh, it depends on the weed really. Different strands taste different.” he explained, ashing the joint into one of the soda cans Gojo left around the room. “Dirt weed tastes like dirt.” 

“What does that one taste like?” You asked, pointing at the spliff in his hand. He shrugged.

“Hard to explain. Why, you wanna try it?” He asked with a soft grin. Your face felt like it was on fire, hiding half of it in his chest and shrugging with one shoulder. 

“I mean…kinda.” You confessed. Suguru tried to figure out when Halloween passed and Christmas came, because normally a gift like this required a Christmas miracle to make happen. He handed you the joint, placing it between your thumb and pointer finger. He watched with intense eyes as you brought it up to your face.

“Um, so…Is there anything like, special I’m supposed to do here, or?” You sheepishly asked, and Suguru had to slightly adjust your position on his lap so you didn’t feel his hard on. God you were perfect. A soft innocence clung to you, one even that dirty asshole Keigo couldn’t taint, but Suguru knew he could decimate. 

“Just take a deep breath,” He said, taking your hand and guiding the joint to your lips, “Hold it for a few seconds in your lungs, then let it out.” He instructed. You tried to do what he said, sucking in hard and deep, like you were trying to impress him. Turns out, weed tastes like fire. The smoke barely hit your lungs before the burn burst out from you, lighting an inferno in your throat as you attempted to cough your lungs out. 

“Whoa, slow down there Puff!” He laughed, leaning over and pulling a water bottle from the mini fridge he used as a nightstand. “You’re gonna green out if you keep that up.” He took the joint and opened the bottle for you, watching as you tried to waterboard yourself to sooth your ragged throat. 

“Why do people enjoy that?!” You gasped as you finally came up for air. 

“Normally they don’t try to smoke half a joint in one drag,” He teased you gently, rubbing your back as you shook your head. “Here, let’s try a softer approach, okay?”

“Okay…” You muttered hesitantly. You hated that burn, but you were curious what he had in mind to make it gentler. You watched him bring the joint to his own lips, taking a deep breath before balancing the joint on one of the soda cans. He turned your head to face him. 

You didn’t even realize what was happening until his mouth was on yours, soft and sweet, coaxing your lips to part. Despite your better judgment, you leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth for him, letting the smoke pour from his lungs and into yours. He was right, it was softer this time. The burn was mellowed from him taking it in first, giving you room to taste the earthy- almost piney flavor of the weed. You were able to hold it in your lungs longer this time, if for no other reason than because the kiss forced you too. 

As he pulled back, you blew out the gray fumes, coughing a little, but not nearly as much as you did last time. Oh, okay, you got it now. “See?” He purred as he watched you watch the smoke, “You’re token’ like a pro now.”

“I feel light headed,” You confessed as you leaned into him, “And heavy.” He was a little shocked it was already starting to hit you, but then again, you probably didn’t have a lot of experience with…well anything.

“Makes sense. It’s an Indica strain.” He informed you as he repositioned you in his lap, pressing your back to his chest. 

“What does that mean?” You asked as you watched him pick up the almost dead joint again.

“It just means it mellows you out,” He gave the short version, not really having the time or the patience to give you a thorough run down of cannabis strains. At least not right now. “Want to try the joint again?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Absolutely not.” You said, not wanting to feel your lungs explode again. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He said as he took another puff off the joint, killing it this time and shoving it into the ashtray formerly known as soda can. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to you. You focused more on him than the smoke this time. On the way his lips moved hungrily against yours, on the way you could taste vodka and redbull on his tongue-subtle under the taste of weed. On the way his hand found the hem of your dress, teasing it in between his fingers before massaging your inner thigh. 

“Sug,” You giggled as you let the burning smoke out, squirming under his touch and pushing yourself further into his lap to try and make some distance between your skin and his hand, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to make you feel good Sweetheart,” He purred, “What, did Keigo not touch you like this?” That had more edge to it than he intended, not that you noticed.

“No, he didn’t.” You admitted with a chuckle. Apparently you got the giggles when high. Your little confession went straight to Suguru’s cock though. He knew you were a good girl, saving yourself for him even before you knew you were his. 

“Probably for the best.” He laughed, moving his hand further up your inner thigh, making you gasp slightly. “He probably wouldn’t even know what to do once he got your panties down.” He huffed, “Or worse, bust in ten seconds and leave you unsatisfied.”

“Sug,” You sighed, having so much to say but not enough brain function to say it. He felt your thighs tremble under his hand and his heartbeat speed up with it. He had to have you or he was going to lose his mind. “Be nice…” You mumbled.

“And why should I be?” He asked, hand now slipping under your incredibly short dress, touching you in places you had never been touched before. “He wasn’t nice to you. I’d take such good care of you baby…” His lips were on your neck now, sending rolling waves of electricity down the column of your spine. You pressed your thighs together, unwittingly trapping his hand there and doing yourself no favors. You could feel yourself getting uncomfortably wet.

“Promise?..” You muttered. He had been sweet to you these last few months, and he had been actively pursuing you for this long- maybe Shoko was wrong this time. 

“Swear.” He whispered into your neck before kissing it with a force, surly leaving a purple bruise in his wake. “Let me show you…” He said as his other hand came up to massage your right breast. You took a deep breath, trying to think through what was happening and the consequences of your actions. You didn’t get very far. All you could think about was the way your buzzing skin reacted to his warm touch, and the anticipation building in between your legs. Your body had no idea how to handle all of this brand new stimulation. 

You took a deep breath, then nodded. “Okay.” You whimpered as you let your legs fall open for him. Suguru didn’t hesitate to drag a thick finger along your clothed slit, making you hiss and bite your lip.

“You like that Doll?” He asked, pushing your panties to the side and sliding two fingers in between your folds, brushing past the nub of nerves he found there. Pleasure jolted from the light touch, electrifying you and making you buck your hips into him for more. You nodded earnestly, desperate to explore this new sensation.  “Talk to me beautiful.” he warned. 

“Yes…” You gasped, melting into his broad chest as he ran two fingers over your sex, gracing your clit yet again.

“Want to feel even better?”  He purred and you nodded.

“Uh huh…” Your body tensed, your walls clenching as he bullied two fingers into you, trying to push out the sudden intrusion. He groaned as he felt you tremble around his digits, mouth watering at the thought of feeling it around his cock. He bucked his hips up into you, not bothering to hide the hard on you gave him anymore.

You moaned, breathing deep as you tried to adjust to the new feeling. Pleasure exploded in you as he curled his fingers up, touching your g-spot with a precision you could never manage. “You’re soaked baby girl,” He hummed as he worked his fingers inside of you, pressing his palm to your clit, moving in time and intensifying everything you felt. “Is all of this for me Doll?”

“Geto…” You moaned, your pretty sighs being music to his ears as you lazily rolled your hips in time with his fingers. Pleasure flooded your system, combining with your buzzing, heavy skin and light head to create a sensation that left you floating in the ninth dimension. You felt your stomach tighten in anticipation, and your legs start to tremble. You lugged your hand up to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his long hair for support. 

“You sound so pretty when you say my name…” He moaned, leaving a trail of his marks down your neck, obvious evidence that you were his and his alone. 

“Geto, I’m-” You whined softly as you felt a wave of euphoria roll through your body as the pressure came to a tipping point. You looked up at him with wide desperate eyes and whined, feeling the electricity bubble and pop inside of you threatening to explode.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” He groaned, coaxing your climax out of you with every stroke of his fingers, “Cum all over me.” It was like your body was under some sort of spell, forced to act upon his will. The pressure finally exploding inside of you, sending a surge of ecstasy and fire through your body, hitting you with intense wave after wave of bliss. Your legs trembled from the intensity of it as you tried to catch your breath. Your hands fell from his hair and to his sides, digging your nails into Suguru as you desperately tried to ground yourself.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cum, do you know that?” He hummed, removing his fingers from your cunt and placing them in your mouth. You got the hint, sucking them clean with earnest. His breath caught in his throat as you did, your eagerness catching him kinda off guard. He took his digits out of your mouth. You felt Suguru push you forward, using one hand to keep you from folding in half and the other to pull the zipper of your costume down. You’re pretty sure he unhooked your bra while he was back there, too. 

From there it wasn’t hard for him to lay you on the bed and pull the strapless dress off of you. You whined softly as he pulled your bra off your chest. You tried to lift a hand up to undress him, but your body felt so heavy it was hard to move. He caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“Let me take care of you Sweetheart,” He winked, “You just relax.” He rested your hand on your chest before ripping off his cheap flannel and tattered thrift store jeans. He was back in between your legs before you could fully process what was happening. You felt your mouth dry at the sight. Or maybe it was another side effect of the weed. Either way, he looked like a Greek god. 

His long, normally perfect hair was messy, frizzy and sweat stuck to his face. His honey brown eyes were dark with carnal desire. His thick cock was standing at full alert, angry and already dripping against his abs. The sight of it made your stomach explode with nerves, and your chest tightened as you realized he planned to shove all of that into you.

“S’ big..” You slurred, shaking your head. He chuckled softly, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Awe, thanks sweetheart.”

“It’s not gonna fit Geto...” You whimpered to him, “Not for the first time..” Awe, you were so cute, it almost made Suguru’s heart skip a beat. Almost. More than anything else, the innocence in your watery red eyes coupled with your kiss swollen lips made him all the more eager to prove you wrong. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fit,” He assured you, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. Of course he was going to fit, you were made for him. He pulled your hips to his, massaging your hips with his thumbs as he lined you up. He sunk his hips in and-

Oh Fuck.

Your cunt was more intoxicating than a shot of heroin straight into the bloodstream. You were warm and soft, velvety walls contracting around him and pulling him impossibly deep. Your soft whines as your thighs wrapped around him, trying to ground yourself and pull him closer all at the same time was better than opium. Fuck drugs, nothing was ever going to top this. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re perfect.” He groaned into your ear, pulling back and brushing against your sweet spot so perfectly. You whined under him, your nails found his back and clawed into him, leaving scarlet crescent moons in his back as evidence of your presence in his bed. You had never felt so full and perfectly stretched at the same time. A fire split you down the middle, burning away the pain and leaving only an intense pleasure in its wake, one you knew no toy would ever be able to replicate. 

His blunt nails bruised your hips as he fought to stay still, trying to respect that this was your first time. You fucked that up though with a soft buck of your hips, silently giving him the green light to move. And move he did, desperately chasing his high as he dragged his cock in and out of your weeping cunt. You watched as his eyes glazed over and his face flushed, aiming every thrust of his hips to perfectly hit your g-spot and pull another sangria sweet moan from your mouth.

Geto had imagined what your pussy would feel like before. Countless times late at night, with his shirt between his teeth as he wished his hand was you. A few times with girls who looked kinda like you at a party, where half way through he’d have to shove her face in the pillow, and close his eyes to see your face. Hell, he had even imagined it a few times when he was drunkenly fucking Satoru’s throat. None of it could even come close to the euphoria he got from the actual thing. 

He was convinced your pussy was actually made for him. The way your walls perfectly fit him, warm and weeping, begging him to fuck you. His pace was brutally set, every thrust in making you flutter around him and his spine shiver. He wasn’t going to last nearly as long as he wanted and that thought was driving him mad.

“Fuck, pretty girl, you were made for me,” He slurred softly into your ear, “You feel so fucking amazing, so good. I knew you had a slut in you,” He huffed a soft chuckle, “And it’s all for me, isn’t it Doll? Who else could make you feel this good?”

“No one, all yours..” You moaned, trying to keep up with him, but faltering as you fought against wave after wave after wave of euphoria crashing into your senses. Your nervous system was fried beyond belief at this point, asking you to speak was just inhumane.

“Atta girl,” He praised as his hand reached down to massage your clit, setting even more fireworks off inside of your veins and behind your eyes. He wanted you- No, he needed you, carnally. Something inside him wasn’t going to be able to function anymore if he didn’t have you by his side. He could feel the chemicals in his brain reworking themselves in real time, his body flushed and buzzed with desire. The world could be crumbling around the two of your right now and he doubted he’d even notice. 

The coil that was forming inside of you was tightening at an alarming rate, your pussy already sensitive from coming once before. Your body reacted to Suguru in ways it hadn’t reacted to anything or anyone before, and it left you feeling like you were on fire as you got lost in the feelings between your legs. You felt your muscles tighten and contract, and you tried to warn him, you truly did. 

Before you could even open your mouth to form the words though, the coil snapped, opening the floodgates to a sea of pleasure that overrode any of your higher cognitive power. It was like lightning had struck, your buzzing body being electrocuted to life as dopamine and ecstasy exploded out of your brain and into your nervous system, leaving you shaking and trembling as (you think) you yelled out his name.

Suguru didn’t let up for even a second, watching the way your face contorted and scrunched in pleasure. It was an image he wanted in his mind for the rest of time. “‘M gonna cum,” He huffed, trying to find his own ability to speak, “‘gonna cum so hard, let me cum inside, baby. Please, please, let me have you...” You whined almost pathetically under him, the pleasure from your ongoing orgasm becoming almost painful with Geto’s refusal to let up. His hand finally left your clit, trying to find stability on the pillow to try and brace himself for his own oncoming high.

Only for you to intertwine your fingers with his. Letting him press your hand into the cushion under your head, your angelic doe eyes filled with pleasure induced tears and lust and what he wanted to believe was love, met his own. His eyes, filled with need and desire, and unadulterated adoration. Your lips quivered when they parted.

“S-Suguru…” You whimpered softly.

He came the hardest that he had ever cum in his life. Right then and there, deep inside you. He had to throw his head down and bite your shoulder to keep the rest of this party from hearing the expletives that spewed from his mouth, mixed with your name and words of praise. He was thankful even now he could hear the music from the festivities, hopefully none of them heard the two of you together. Those sounds were only for him.

He was breathing hard, but not nearly as hard as you. He barely kept himself from collapsing on top of you. “You still with me Sweetheart?” 

“Yeah…I’m with you…” You nodded out with a soft nod. He forced himself to pull out, and you wanted to bite him for doing it. You went from feeling full and complete to more empty than you ever had in your life, and you hated it. He hummed softly as he collapsed next to you, and pulled you tight against his chest. “I’m so tired..” You muttered.

He kissed your forehead. “Then get some sleep, Doll. I got you.” He assured you as he cuddled up next to you, feeling particularly tired himself.

“You’re gonna leave…” You whimpered, regret started to seep in as you remembered what kept you from ever doing this in the first place. Suguru adamantly shook his head, gently pulling your head up to look him in the eyes.

“No baby, I promise. I’m not going anywhere.” And for as many times as he had used that line in the past, for the first time in his entire life, he truly thought meant it. 

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geto suguru is a very supportive and encouraging boyfriend!

he has you on his thigh, black pants still on his thick legs as you move back and forth, back and forth.

“come on baby, it’s all you.” he’s so encouraging to you as you pathetically rub yourself on him.

“i’m all yours, use me however you need.” it takes all of your efforts to not moan into his shoulder, your eyes screwing shut as you rut against his thigh over an over again.

he’s definitely hard in his pants, but he doesn’t even reach for himself as he palms your back, all the way down to your cheeks. “you’re so greedy, baby,” you can hear his smile.

he’s admiring you, listening to your pretty little pants while he tugs and slaps your ass.

“you like getting off on me? this what you want?”

“yes, i like it,” you nod profusely next to his head, “please let me keep going, i’m so close,” geto presses kisses against your temple, encouraging you; hoping you do.

“no one’s stopping you, princess,” he’s so smooth and slick in his speech, his movements, everything.

it’s so easy to feel good with suguru, especially with his deceptive praise and well learned hands.

“come on baby, i can feel it. let go,” his hand holds your hair, the other pushing against your back as you cum on his thigh.

you pant against his shoulder, catching your breath.

“good job princess,” he turns your cheek to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “my turn, now,” he smiles eloquently. how can you say no?