#geto drabble

[flowerynendez]

MDNI

Your boyfriend loved how shy you become right after he fucks your guts.

All blushy and pouty, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

The best part? Teasing you with his softened cock still inside of your warm and sore walls, his big hands groping your red ass, attempting to soothe the burning skin, making you whine adorably against his skin.

Then, after convincing you to take a shower together, he ate your pussy out, pressing you against the wall while the water ran down your bodies, your hands desperately reaching his hair, tugging the wet strands as he laps at your swollen clit deliciously.

He'd grip your thighs, placing one over his broad shoulder, sliding his tongue down to your ass hole alllllll the way up to your throbbing clit, making you moan all flushed and embarrassed.

After care is the best too right after the "shower", fixing your hair and massaging your sore thighs with a sweet lotion, stealing soft and short kisses to your face.

Dressing you with his hoodie, just baby blue panties underneath.

How adorable.

[swearimnevergivingup]

THREE WORDS I WANT TO SAY (suguru x reader)

Unspoken love that is very much there, angst, pre-defection!suguru

Three words. You've been carrying them locked tight behind your teeth. Although in their place, you’ve spoken a hundred other things that hold the same weight. Slipped them into other sentences, buried them in the gentle caress of your face in the crook of his neck.

It’s 6:02am in the morning when Suguru knocks on your door. You‘re lying in bed, making no real effort to get up. But you shift, just slightly closer towards the narrow space between the mattress and the wall, to make room. An unspoken invitation.

He lets himself in without a word, quiet as always. You only have to count to five silently before you feel him: the soft press of his lips on your forehead, a gentle hand brushing stray hair out of the way. His touch on your skin feels like the most natural thing in the world.

“Mission,” is all he says.

Suguru hasn’t taken his shoes off; judging by the heaviness of his footsteps as they scrape dully against the wooden floor. It must be urgent. This is your ritual, the reason why you leave your dorm room unlocked and why your sleep schedule is in shambles right alongside his, because he always says he wants you to be “the last thing I see before I go”.

“You’ve been going on so many solo ones lately,” you whisper, voice thick with sleep. You reach a hand out from under the blankets until it finds his, fingers curling around his knuckles.

It's too dark to really see him, not through your bleary eyes and in the grainy blur of the early-morning, but you already know he’s wearing the same tired eyes, the same grimace trying to pass for a smile.

(Suguru’s hair has been getting a little longer recently. You make a mental note to offer to trim it when he’s back.)

“Yeah, well,” he exhales the words, quiet, almost absent. He’s always some place far off these days, his thoughts drifting to where you can’t follow.

Do you come here out of habit? is what you want to ask. Am I still the last thing you want to see? But you bite your tongue, because now’s not the right time, and it never is. You’re good at that – at holding back what you really want to say – because there’s something more important you want to keep holding onto despite how determined it seems to be in slipping out of your grasp.

Him.

He's the faint glow of moonlight on your palm. He's the passing comet in the sky. Like most beautiful things; never yours to keep.  

“Suguru, I–” 

You stop yourself quickly.

There are three words that have been rising in your throat more and more lately – though they feel so heavy you wish they’d sink instead. You thought they might have come out that night on the roof, wind in your hair and his lips on your neck. When your fingers tangled in his hair, and he held you close to his chest.

Three words. You’ve felt this way for a long time before you even knew the name for it. Then, for months, you've been carrying them locked tight behind your teeth. Although in their place, you’ve spoken a hundred other things that hold the same weight. Slipped them into other sentences, buried them in the gentle caress of your face in the crook of his neck.

It shouldn't be this hard, but the longer you go on carrying this open secret in a clenched fist, the more it binds to your flesh – a truth you can’t release without breaking some part of you open the process.  

And you think – Suguru has his own three words, too. The kind he keeps folded into the gentle press of his mouth against yours, woven into lingering touches and shared nights together where neither of you say what you mean, but you both understand all the same.

But now in the stillness of your dorm room and the howling of the wind outside your window, you find the words almost slipping out again. Urgent, clawing their way out of your throat with a certain kind of desperation.

“Hm?” Another kiss. Soft, tender, against your lips. He tastes like mint and the heaviness of running from something that runs through his very veins. “What is it?”

Tell him.

Tell him now.

Not now, you reason back. This is the last thing he needs to hear before a mission.

“Nothing.” you say lightly. “Come back soon.”

After.

I’ll tell him after.

(You never got your chance.)

a/n: firstly, i am very sorry. secondly, this scene is actually an extension of one of the flashbacks that happen in this fic i wrote (and it ends happily for them)

[riveredmoon]

cheater gojo watching your friend, geto, fuck you. based on this song.

warnings: mdni - smut: piv, doggy, voyeursism(?)

“how did you cheat on a pussy this sweet?”

suguru’s voice rolls from behind you, smooth and teasing. your hands are grabbing at the sheets, knees spread, thighs shaking.

your soaked cunt clenches around his cock, milking him with every ruthless thrust. his hips slam into you — obscene sounds fill the room; your plush ass slamming back on him, your moans, and satoru’s restraint slipping away. suguru pounds into you fast and relentless, like he’s more pissed about the cheating than you ever were.

“be sure you watch this ‘toru,” suguru mutters with a chuckle as he yanks your hair, bringing your back to his chest. “watch how well she takes my cock.”

“fuck,” you softly groan. you fuck yourself back on his cock, chasing him with every pullout. its desperate, needy, messy.

one of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other pinching your nipples until you whimper. your hands clawing on his forearm, trying to ground yourself.

you arch your back, allowing his cock to reach deeper. the mushroom tip of his cock hitting exactly where you need it too.

your eyes meet satoru’s — flushed pink, lips bitten raw, frosty hair plastered on his forehead, cerulean eyes pinched into slits. his hands are twitching on his lap, like they don’t know whether they should stroke his cock or crawl over to you.

if suguru wasn’t stuffing you full, you might have giggled at the view. instead, you send a smug smile as you moan. satoru’s eyes narrow even more and drop down to where suguru’s cock enters your wet pussy.

“he never fucked you right, did he?” suguru whispers loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. one of his fingers roughly pulling at your nipple, you bite your lip to hold back your moan.

suguru pulls your hair back just a tiny bit more, your arch deepening — angling you just right. he ruts into you deeper, you slick trailing along his cock.

you shake your head, eyes still on satoru. your orgasm coils right in your gut, sharp and fast. thighs trembling, cunt fluttering around his cock — begging him to stay.

satoru’s hands are practically shaking, balled up in fists right on his thick thighs.

“n-no.” you send a wink his way and watch him swallow the lump in his throat down.

your pussy is a mess, wet and noisy meeting every thrusts that suguru sends your way. his cock hitting that spongey spot deep inside, over and over.

you could barely breathe, can’t really think — just incoherent babbles slipping from your lips. your eyes stuck on satoru as you watch him bite his knuckles. his other hand finally grabbing at his cock through his pants.

suguru’s thrusts start to slow down and you watch as satoru’s breathing slows. relief washing over him, thinking that this is the end.

“tell him that,” he sneers. you gasp when he slams back into you with one rough thrust. thick and mean. he doesn’t give you time to adjust, pounding into you faster, angrier.

“y-you never fucked me r-right,” you practically whimper, your head lolling to the side — trusting suguru to hold it upright.

“good girl,” his hold on your hair loosens and you fall forward. your chest hitting the bed below.

suguru’s thrusts doesn’t let up. you ass bouncing with every thrust — skin slapping skin echoing in the room.

“let me touch you,” satoru whispers into the room. his voice is flat and whiney.

you send a grin his way when you look up and notice he’s fished his cock out his pants. his face distorted in anger, his knuckles flushed white as slowly strokes his cock. his thumb running over his tip, spreading his pre cum.

“nah,” suguru barks out a laugh. “fuck into your hand satoru, because you’re not getting this pussy again.”

thank you @satorus-princess & @sugurusladyknightt for reading my first little draft :)

[classyrbf]

prisoner!geto who gets sent to the infirmary after getting into a fist fight with another prisoner. His knuckles and lip are bruised and busted and he’s doing the walk of shame down the jail hall. But he doesn’t expect a pretty young woman to be running the infirmary, nearly drooling at the sight because it’s been almost 3 whole years since he last laid his eyes upon one. He’s eyeing you up and down look a piece of meat while you tend to his wounds, completely ignoring his advances because it’s unprofessional. Though, you do find him quite handsome with tattoos all over his arms, a muscular build and his long silky black hair, his smile adding the cherry on top.

“You new here? I’ve never seen you around before.” He watches you put some gloves on, grabbing a roll of small bandages. “Pretty brave of you to be working in all male prison, don’t you think?”

“You must end up in here quite a lot if you know everyone who works here,” you sigh, grabbing his hand and wiping down the dried blood from his knuckles. “I transferred from another prison. It’s nothing I’m not used to.”

He smirks, narrowing his eyes at you. “Oh, yeah? Must be used to all the flirting then.”

“Wow! How could you tell?” You say sarcastically and toss the dirty wipe into the trash beside you. You wrap his hand up with the bandage and toss your gloves into the trash. “You’re all set.”

“Did I mention my head is killing me?” He winced.

“If you’re trying to get pain killers prescribed to you, it’s a whole different process. So I suggest you stop lying and wasting both of our time.” You place your hands on your hips, staring at him.

“Fine.” He stands to his feet, tall stature shadowing over you. You step back a little the more he steps closer to you. “I’ll cut to the chase. I haven’t properly fucked someone in nearly three years, and I’m dying…dying to get a feel of your sweet, sweet pussy.” He backs you into a corner, neck craning down as he whispers in your ear. “Think you can help me with that, doctor?”

You blink at him, your throat feels dry and your heart is pounding against your ribcage. “That is very, very unprofessional.” No matter what words come out your mouth, your body is feeling the complete opposite. “I’ll call the guards right now—”

“C’mon, pretty please?” The corner of his lips tweak slightly. “I know you want to. I seen it on your pretty face since the moment I walked in.” He raises his bandaged hand and runs his thumb over your plump bottom lip.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sternly say. Oh, but he does. He’s reading you like a book right now and that smug look on his face knows it all.

“Okay,” he chuckles, stepping away from you. “Just know I’ll see you around.” He turns to walk out the infirmary and let the guard know he’s all set, but he suddenly turns back around. His eyes look at the name tag pinned to your shirt. “Such a beautiful name.” He teases. “Bye, doctor.”

[saintelic]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[tojipie]

content: suguru x fem reader, smut, filming sex

having the world’s most insatiable perv as a boyfriend meant satisfying his needs in the craziest ways

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“Oh my god that’s perfect,” Suguru whines, admiring your glistening body through his phone’s camera lense. The cold breeze of the living room fan contrasts with the glossy layer of oil he’d rubbed all over you earlier, goosebumps erupting up your thighs and back.

Your monthly photo shoots with your boyfriend seemed to be the least perverted thing Suguru had convinced you to do over the course of your relationship. Every bikini, every set of panties, and every tiny little skirt you brought home deserved got one— his sick little way of christening your wardrobe.

A simple black bikini had set him off this time, something simple you’d bought at the mall last week. You had tried so hard not to roll your eyes after he’d waltzed into your shared bedroom with the dangling from his fist, tempting you with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

“Please?” He whined, reaching for your hands to pull you up and out of bed. “For me?”

“..Fine,” you say sternly, knowing there was absolutely zero way he’d let you buy something skimpy without taking a couple pictures for his spank bank. You swear you spy him jumping up and down in your peripheral as you strip out of your pajamas.

And that’s —for better or for worse— how you’d ended up on the living room carpet with your boyfriend standing over you, covered in a thin sheen of body oil he’d tenderly massaged into your skin and staring right into the twin cameras on back of his cellphone.

“Fuck— stay like that,” Suguru marvels, adjusting his obvious hard-on through the fabric of his lounge pants.

“What? Like this?” You giggle, pulling at the middle of your bikini top to show more cleavage. The breathy noise it earns you is nothing short of adorable. Suguru shakes like a leaf as he snaps a few more photos, holding onto his sanity by a thread while all the blood in his body drains right into his dick.

You shade your eyes from the camera flash, blowing him a kiss from where you kneel on the carpet. Suguru kneels behind you, a wave of warmth radiating off of him as he reaches to move your hair across one shoulder.

A calloused palm on your back coaxes you face down onto the carpet, back arched with your thong-clad ass in the air.

“Shit…” he marvels. The tiny piece of fabric leaves so little to the imagination, settling in the rift between your lips perfectly.

You wiggle your ass back and forth in invitation, giggling as his thumb pulls the sticky thong to the side and rubs over your heat.

“Take a video, no?” you tease, feeling a thick finger slide into you as the man behind you groans in earnest. Suguru slips his thumb out of you slowly, bringing his hand to your mouth to have you suck his finger for the camera.

“I’m never deleting this— never— fuck,” Suguru groans, dragging the pad of his thumb across your tongue. You hear him save the video before whipping his phone onto the couch, using his free hand to pull his cock out and slowly push into you from behind.

[nanamisbbygirl]

suguru doesn’t want to admit it, but he thinks he’s a dacryphiliac. it sounds worse than it is— well maybe it is bad— he feels guilty about it. what sane man would like seeing his girlfriend cry let alone get off to the idea of it???

he just can’t help it. your little pout, cheeks puffy and tear stained, eyes wide and glassy as you look at him with such adoration. the thought alone gets him hard.

imagining you on your knees, peering up at him, crying for him, for his dick, mascara running down your face. he’d shove his heavy cock into your mouth, watching your pretty tears well up as you choke on it.

or, how he’d fold you into a mating press, overstimulating your little pussy as your eyes leak salty drops. his dick would slip in and out of you with ease, hearing echos of your whimpers.

maybe he liked seeing you cry- sue him! how is he supposed to resist your cute sobs?! and how you whine out his name when you let him delve into your darkest desires. he wants you all to himself, to see you fall apart with his touch alone.

[satorus-princess]

(minors please dni)

thinking about making out with suguru while he fingers you.

it starts off with deep and languid kisses, reverent and passionate, yet not necessarily desirous. he slots himself between your legs as you lie back against the mattress, torso draped over yours as he cradles your face in his hands, guiding the kisses.

lips dancing with lips, to a silent tune, his tongue twirling yours almost romantically. he hums throatily in between kisses, vibrating against your mouth before he swallows your moan that follows.

he whispers your name, sounding so achingly in love, unable to control the surge of his emotions.

with his fingers still cradling your face, he tilts it to the side, deepening the kiss further. his teeth graze over your tongue before he captures it between his lips, sucking it into his mouth. he suckles on it like the tip of an ice pop, opening his eyes halfway with a heady gaze. this time, a groan bubbles up from his chest as he watches your face.

his loose hair cascades over his features like a veil and your fingers move up to tuck the long strands behind his ear.

he releases your tongue moments after, parting with heavy breaths as he dips his head to trail his lips along the column of your neck instead. his fingers twitch against your hip, restraining himself from ravishing you.

but you feel it. and you also feel the heated arousal pooling in your panties, staining the fabric with sugary juices.

as he sucks flesh into his mouth, gently nipping at it, you take his hand and guide it down to the soaked fabric.

another groan, louder, ruined.

“just from kisses, huh? you get this wet for me?” he murmurs, scraping his teeth against your collarbone as his fingertips skim the lace hem of your panties.

“mhmm...” you buck your hips up, inviting him to touch you. “you always make me needy.”

“fuck,” he breathes, shuddering.

he complies with your desire, tugging your panties to the side and strumming his fingers through the strings of your arousal connecting your dewy lips. your hips gravitate to his touch.

a smug smirk tugs at his lips when he notices. “so eager.”

“no teasing, please,” you mumble, your pleading eyes meeting his gleaming ones in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“since you asked so nicely,” he hums, sliding his middle finger through your folds and curling it inside you, earning himself a soft moan.

he latches his lips onto yours once more, kissing you at a similar pace to his finger plunging inside you. his ring finger joins his other, and this time, a gasp is forced from between your lips. he takes the opportunity to glide his wet, pink muscle back into your mouth, rolling it over yours.

his free hand still cups your cheek, keeping you in place to kiss you silly in the way he wants.

as he gets consumed in the caress of his mouth against yours, his fingers pause in their movements, solely focused on devouring your taste. addicted, unable to withdraw.

“suguru,” you mewl, humping against his hand, asking for more as your juices run down his digits and your walls suck them in encouragingly.

“mm?” it's a gentle rumble against your lips, distracted.

when he parts from you after a few more moments, a string of your mixed saliva connects your tongue to his. it snaps and his heavy-lidded, darkened purple eyes fixate on the glisten on your chin. he leans in again. he licks it off slowly, the bumps of his tongue dragging firmly over your skin.

he's so drunk on you.

“touch me properly.”

at that, his fingers begin to move in and out of you again. he hooks them up, the pads of his fingers pushing into that spot like a button. insistent. you recite his name like a prayer and your fingers tighten in his hair, causing a groan to ghost against your lips.

“yeah? you like that?” he whispers, watching your features warp into the embodiment of bliss. a smirk makes itself known on his face. “look at you. got so needy from some kisses and now you're soaking my fingers.”

you whine in response, but it's almost drowned out by the obnoxious squelch that gushes from your pussy, only emphasising his words.

“she's so talkative today,” he teases, referring to the she who's currently swallowing his fingers up.

you tug on his hair, bringing him close again and kissing him to keep his mouth shut. he chuckles lowly into the kiss, though eagerly reciprocates.

he feels the heat of your creamy arousal trickle down his thick, skilful fingers. slowing down the pace, he focuses on curling them just right, at the perfect angle, the most precise position, the sweetest spot. the wet noises of your quivering hole only grow louder, along with your wrecked moans that he swallows up, letting them slither down his throat as he kisses you.

and when you break the kiss to whine, “hngh fuck, right t-there, sugu, please,” he chases after your lips, your taste, your touch.

“shh, i know, pretty, i know. just feel good for me, yeah? and let me kiss these gorgeous lips.”

he runs his thumb over your bottom lip before capturing it between his own lips, sucking gently until you both know that it'll be swollen with his love later.

you feel his fingers stutter against your walls, losing focus, losing control, losing himself in the kisses. becoming desperate, you grip his wrist and encourage him to move his fingers yourself, tugging and pushing.

“mhm, yeah, take what you need, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your lips, moving his fingers in time with your hips, working together to drive you over the edge.

his hues skirt down your body to where his fingers are buried to the knuckles inside you, his gaze becoming heavier and darker, you can practically feel it burning into your flesh. marked as his.

as he gets hypnotised by the erotic rhythm of your hips and the uncontrollable sway of your body as you creep closer to the peak, he glides the tip of his tongue over his kiss-swollen lip.

“so close, aren't you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss below your ear, tracing down the length of your neck and he hears your thick swallow.

he focuses the crook of his fingers against the anterior wall of your teary cunt and his thumb fiddles with your clit like an instrument he's learnt so well, obscene noises leaking from your lower lips mingling with the ragged pants and moans that leave your mouth.

“‘m close, ‘m close... f-fuck ‘m cumming... ah!” you gasp, back arching slightly off the bed, thighs clenching around his arm and your fingers tightening on his wrist. your whole body stiffens beneath him before twitching violently as your sweet sap flows down his fingers, his palm and the back of his hand.

he slows his pace to allow you to ride out your pleasure. and once your trembling comes to a stop, he presses one final. lingering kiss to your lips before shuffling down the bed, down your body until his face becomes level with your glistening pussy. his eyes flick up to your flushed features and he smiles crookedly.

“i should pay attention to these pretty lips now, huh?”

[6eyesmunch]

aftercare with geto suguru is soft. mellow. intimate. and some well deserved homage to purple eyed sugu.

"you have pretty eyes, sugu. like amethysts."

you're layed out in bed with suguru, sheets crumpled and damp. your skin is laden with sweat, and inner thighs slick with liquid desire.

whilst your...extracurricular activities with suguru had put you to bed for the better half of an hour by now, he watches you. your sleeping form. the way your chest falls and rises each time you faintly babble his name asleep. the way you tussle a bit, legs locked with his. how your body curves.

he thinks you couldn't look any prettier, all marked up and bruised with his love bites, and the barren form of your body, open for him to admire. you let yourself be so vunerable infront of him, and it's something that he appreciates in all sincerity, everyday. there's a certain softeness that you only share with suguru - and it's all his; his alone to know of. truly, it's a pleasure that he holds in his heart firmly, each day.

then, the bed ruffles as you stir awake. your first moments of conciousness are met by a flash of hair; raven black like the night, and touches of a deep purple mixed in somewhere.

he leans over with that content smile he always has on his face around you, places a hand on your head, then a kiss on your temple.

"hey, pretty. sleep well?" he speaks, low voice cushioned with softeness and affection.

"mhm, su." you say. your voice is still heavy with sleep, and your face is tucked into the nook of his neck.

he doesn't need to respond. he just leans in, breaths in your scent - because it's addictive to him, and keeps stroking your head.

you look up. into his eyes, then cup both sides of his face, skin supple and glossed over with an ever so slightly olive tone to it. that's when you say it, face all glowing and innocent.

"you have pretty eyes, sugu."

"like... amethysts."

he stiffens up a little, then lets out a light breath.

god, you don't know what you do to him.

"yeah?" he laughs lowly, pressing kisses into your neck, like a better version of a thank you.

you fall asleep like that, legs entwined with his, and body enveloped by his warmth. it's so, so sweet. loving. you don't say it, but you both think that you would trade everything in for this, anyday.

then rest assured that by next week, whilst suguru's out on a mission, there's a note and small, way-too- expensive looking box resting on the edge of your desk. inside, there's a gleaming pendant. it's shaped like a tear drop. purple.

the notes reads:

"amethysts. so I'm always with you. always looking out for you. love you, forevermore."

and if you had at all forgotten, it reminds you that he loves you, dearly so.

divider by @/anitalenia

i cant stop writing bed centric drabbles. its like a disease. but its just so cutesy and comfy to imagine😔

[vynlrecord]

# jjk men's fave places to have their hands when you're having sex

ft. Toji, Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Nanami

wc: 1.6k - it's been forever since i've gotten back into writing so i'm not sure if i can even still do it lmao

Satoru Gojo (breasts + wrists/hands)

He completely adores the way your wrists fit in his hands, loves everything it symbolises to him. He’s more powerful, you both know it, but he doesn’t need to take it, especially not when he melts at you offering it so freely. Holding your wrists up almost instinctively when you can tell he’s longing for something to ground him in the moment. He’ll happily have his hands on any inch of your body but to him there’s nothing like holding your wrists as he thrusts into you.

Sometimes he’ll pay attention to the flutter of your pulse as he switches the pace, he’ll pull out just enough for you to whine, before thrusting all the way back in one go, increasing the rhythm and focusing so intently on the increase of your pulse, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He craves the feeling of your skin against his, he doesn’t need ropes to do a job he’s perfectly capable of doing, one he loves so dearly. It keeps him grounded, it’s real, no barriers or infinity to stop him, just feeling you completely and it’s his favourite way too, often letting his fingers slip down to intertwine with yours when he’s feeling particularly touchy.

And of course it’s the same with your breasts, it’s a comforting thing to hold you so close, feeling the soft flesh, or occasionally pinching your nipple softly to earn a gasp he loves the sound of. He can claim it’s all about your pleasure, and in some ways it is, he wants to make you feel good but mostly it’s his own selfish need, his fixation with holding them when he’s feeling needy, it sends a rush straight to his cock, he swears he could hold them all day.

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Toji Fushiguro (ankles + thighs)

Ankles are a favourite of his, perhaps not the first thing you’d assume but there’s something pleasing to him about having a hand wrapped around your ankles as you lay there with him holding your legs up enough so that he can thrust at an impossibly deep angle. He appreciates the power that holding your wrists could give too but for him it’s nothing like your ankles. Whilst he’s in this position, he sets the pace, he could be slow to tease you and some nights he definitely will, claiming it’s punishment for you acting like a brat, or relentless and overwhelming.

The hold on your ankle gives him enough leverage over the movements. It allows him control whilst not drawing in too close, giving him enough distance to steer clear from vulnerability, yet still allowing intimacy in how gentle his touch is, the way he’ll kiss your ankles, peppering more and more along your skin and trailing downwards. In doing so, his hands naturally drift to your thighs, easily making second place as his favourite spot to rest his hands. He’s a thighs man through and through, practically obsessed with the feel of them.

He’s a hardened man with rough hands, yet in these moments with you, he can get lost in the softness of your skin, holding onto your thighs as if they’re the salvation he has to cling to in order to save himself. And god, he knows he’d certainly hold onto them for as long as he can. Hearing your sweet moans as he watches his hand squeeze your thigh is more than just a momentary turn on, it’s a way for him to stake claim. He’d forever deny to you that he’s possessive but having that hold on you in such a sensual area, perhaps leaving a few tender bruises that bloom into a beautiful shade makes him feel more territorial than he ever has and he’s come to learn it’s a feeling he loves, not one he wishes to run from.

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Suguru Geto (neck + ass)

Geto would like to say he is a man for subtlety, opting for the neck as his favourite place, not for aggressive claim, just deliberate touch that conveys more than words. If he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll have his hand on the nape of your neck, maybe his fingers delicately moving to the front, tenderly brushing against your throat in a quiet claim.

For him it’s about the presence, he doesn’t need to always indulge in breathplay to feel control, he knows the second you feel his hand there, you practically turn into a docile kitten and the look you give him in that moment is enough for him to want to blow his load in an instant. He would be lying though if he said he didn’t appreciate the vulnerability of the neck, the trust you have in him, knowing he won’t hurt you is one of the reasons he adores it so much. Knowing he can feel the fluttering of your pulse under his fingers as you both chase your high and have you not feeling fear but love and affection makes him feel more powerful than if you were kneeling at his feet and he relishes in it.

Though his hand will always find his way to your ass eventually, whether to squeeze or simply run his fingers along your skin, he loves how soft it is, the give as it fills his palm. Sometimes it’s for leverage when he’s pounding into you and needs to keep you tethered to him, others it’s teasing, almost taunting. He’ll let his palm linger, making you wonder if he’ll deliver a soft slap, pulling back as you expect it, only for his hand to return just as gently, simply smoothing back over.

But when he does get the urge to spank you, the way you react is enough for him to grant it as a favourite place for his hand to be, the way your body reverberates, the sharp gasp, the little whine that quickly melds into a moan. It’s a sound he could live on forever, savouring it as his hand caresses the area to soothe it, before giving your ass another squeeze he can never resist doing.

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Ryomen Sukuna (hair + stomach)

There is no question for Sukuna, he’ll answer no hesitation that it’s your stomach. With the size difference between you, it’s almost instinctual. He just can’t get enough of the way your belly bulges with every thrust of his hips, he could watch it forever, entranced by it, letting his hand run over the soft skin as he feels how deep you’re able to take him.

It’s his favourite part of you honestly, a softness he craves, it doesn’t matter how it looks, your insecurities will vanish with him, he’ll worship your belly no matter what, because it’s his, and he loves you for the way that you are. He gets to feel your soft flesh under his hand as his hips meet yours continuously, there’s something primal in it he feels, knowing that his possessiveness increases tenfold from just resting his hand there and he’s not shy about it.

Oh but he’d never forget about your hair, his ultimate source of control when the two of you are fucking. Having it grasped in his fist makes him feel powerful, he knows he’s powerful already but general power and power over you? Well those are two completely different things, the latter being the one that makes him dizzy. The way you allow him to grab it, tug it if he so wishes, using the grip to guide your head wherever he wants.

He could tilt your head back, wanting to see you arch your back just slightly more as he thrusted his cock inside you, or baring your throat for kisses or teasing nibbles. And  when the tug is just a little hard enough to mix a gasp into your moans, it’s music to his ears, he lives for the dance of pain and pleasure and adores the way you respond to it, giving into the pull, knowing you trust him so sincerely.

─ ─ ─ ─

Kento Nanami (hips + face)

Nanami is nothing if not devoted when in love, these two places being easy favourites, your hips and face are where his worship naturally leads. He longs to take care of you, appreciate you in the way you deserve to be, and is one of the reasons he’s so drawn to the missionary position. It lets him see you, properly, hold eye contact as his cock slips through your folds, wanting to pick up on every reaction, see every inch of pleasure on your face, the way your breath mingles together, the closeness is everything. His hands instinctively reach out to caress your face, cup your chin as he peppers kisses along every inch, your jaw, your cheeks, your temples, there is not a single part that won’t feel Nanami’s love.

He’ll take it slow, there’s no urgency in his devotion, he’ll let his fingers brush along your soft skin as he bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans when you clench particularly tightly around him. His eyes practically roll back when his fingers meet your lips and you part to let him slide them in, no pressure, just resting on your tongue as you look at each other with so much love and affection. And then, there are your hips, he doesn’t hold onto them with a desperate possessiveness as he pounds into you, he doesn’t need to, he just holds them with a quiet message, wanting to anchor himself to you.

He relishes in this connection, feeling so close as he’s balls deep inside you, his hands on your hips serve to ground him, keep him in the moment as his breathing grows shaky. His hold is firm enough to let him guide the movements, using your hips to meet his thrusts, but always gentle, he’ll draw soft circles against the skin there, admiring every inch of your heated skin, the touch there always a silent vow of his love.

─ ─ ─ ─

[teddybeartoji]

suguru knows that you like him. that you have a crush on him.

he can see the way you look at him, the way you start to fidget when he's close to you. the way you keep stealing glances at his hands, and his lips. his eyes. he doesn't miss how you always end up sitting next to him wherever you go, how your thighs keep bumping into his. how you remember the way he likes his coffee and his tea, how you know what kind of shampoo he uses.

and he can see how you grow smaller every single time anyone else gets close to him. how you avoid his keen eyes and how you gnaw on your lip. how you force a smile.

he sees it all.

suguru is nothing if not observant.

but he lets you suffer anyway.

he gives you warm smiles – the ones that make the corners of his eyes crinkle, the ones that make your heart race. he leans down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, the tips of his fingers lingering on your body just a little bit longer than they should. he lets you play with his hair and he lets you snuggle into his chest during your weekly movie nights. he reads to you when you can't sleep and he holds you when you cry.

but that's all.

he won't let you in any further.

you're stuck out in the rain, clawing at the door like a kicked dog, watching him turn off the lights for the day, only for him to invite you back inside with a sweet smile when the sun rises.

and you go every time.

you want his love, don't you?

[slttygeto]

tags: pure filth, fem! reader, established relationship, use of a vibrator, squirting, dirty talk.

word count: 1k

sex with suguru could only be described as unpredictable. sure, you were able to detect hints of lust thrown your way by the tall man, thick and rough pads of his fingers skimming over your smooth skin underneath your shirt as he passes behind you, hands gripping your sides and squeezing. your body reacts to his teasing and it’s easy to follow him to the bedroom. he feels in control, likes that sweet words and soft touches can make you end up on top of him, riding his dick like the sweet girl that you are.

however, when the two of you are…excessively needier than usual, sex can turn into something sort of animalistic. the carnal desire to devour one another, bring as many orgasms out of each other and the sounds—the sounds should embarrass both of you.

suguru doesn’t consider himself to be extremely vocal. he groans, moans and shows his appreciation for your ministration on his body but right now���his mouth won’t stop.

“yeah baby, yeaaah,” his words are straight up filth as he presses the vibrator to your clit. his pace is unforgiving, strong hips driving into yours with the force of a predator hunting. your hands are on the headboard, trying to protect your head from the contact but it’s all hazy.

“suguru!” you cry out, eyes staring down at where your boyfriend is pressing the pink vibrator against your clit. your legs try to close from the overstimulation, but a strong hand keeps them open and your head turns to the side with a loud cry.

“keep em open for me, fuck—don’t run away from it, I know you want it.”

your hand grips at the pillow beneath you whilst the other makes a failed attempt at gripping suguru’s forearm. choked sobs and whines are the only sounds you can manage as he starts rubbing the vibrator over your clit, your thighs shaking and twitching at the unbearable yet delicious stimulation.

“yeah? pussy wants a fat cock ruining her and a vibrator, a lil greedy, don’t ya think?”

as he says that, his free comes to your stomach and traces the skin with his thumb, very gentle at first and your brain feels like mush at the contrast between his brutal fucking, the vibrator and his gentle touch. but you should’ve known that suguru is the type to softly lead you into his territory, only to jump you the moment he notices that you let your guards down.

the hand on your stomach presses down and you hear several clicks on the pink device, and when your body jolts up—you realize that he set the level higher.

the gasp that escapes your body sounds inhuman, and your body tries to run away from suguru despite being caged between his strong thighs. he is fucking you with a purpose, needing to prove something—he towers over you and presses his forehead against yours.

“look at me, come on baby look up—theere she is,” he grins at your fucked out expression, half lidded eyes glossed over with tears that had already fallen a couple of minutes ago. “feels good, huh? should’ve done this sooner,” he leans down and kisses your pulse and then travels back up to your cheek and finally your ear.

when he starts fucking you at a different angle, your hands fly down to his hips and your nails dig into his skin. you can’t talk, you don’t trust yourself with words now—but suguru always thought you were like an open book to him. especially when naked and vulnerable beneath him.

“oh here?”

“fuck! fuck fuck fuck—“ you choke out a sob. “suguru—oh baby, I’m close, I’m so so close,” you’re blabbering, barely breathing and suguru’s self control is slowly dissipating. up until this point, he’s been able to control himself and not explode inside you. your cunt was squeezing him deliciously, your cries, the way you said his name or how you held onto him—suguru needed to cum inside you.

“yeah you are,” he breathes out, any hint of playfulness overshadowed by the sudden lust washing over him. his orgasm crept up on him fast, and he needed to make sure you fell over the edge first. “come on, I know you can cum for me,” he says while rubbing the vibrator over your clit.

when you finally cum, the added pressure of his hand on your stomach makes something snap in your stomach and you feel wet. you don’t have time to register, everything is like white noise for a while before your brain leisurely takes control again. your breathing slows down, yet your hands hold onto suguru’s shoulders as he throws the vibrator somewhere in the corner of your bedroom to grab onto your hips properly.

his eyebrows are pinched, a sheen layer of sweat coating his forehead as his bangs stick to the skin. he looks magical, even more so when you start to fuck up into him, help him reach his own orgasm.

“fuck baby—“

“mmm sugu,” you whine at how his dick keeps abusing that one spot inside you. “cum baby, please,” your arms wrap around his neck to pull him down into a hug. “fill me up, I want all of it,”

when being the one talked dirty to, suguru malfunctions. his brain short circuits and his body seizes up as he drops his head on your shoulder. he empties himself inside you with a few more stuttered thrusts, thick and hot ropes of cum serving as the reward of his hard and incessant fucking.

running your fingers through his hair, both of you take the time to catch your breath, enjoy the intimacy and the nakedness of it all. moments like these are precious, suguru’s body nuzzles against yours like a cat trying to live in your skin— and you giggle when his nose nuzzles against your pulse.

“ya liked the vibrator?” he mumbles against your skin.

“oh fuck—“ the realization hits you that were all messy from squirting on him. “I…came messy,” the shyness that washes over you, preventing you from saying “squirt” makes suguru laugh into your neck.

“you mean you squirted?”

“not the point!”

note: another self indulgent piece. will i ever stop? no.

2023: all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I could love you with my eyes closed

Tags: Suguru x fem!Reader, smau, (brother’s) best friend to lovers, modern!au, college!au, cursing, suggestive, mention of smoking (it’s up to you how you want to interpret that), reader is satoru’s little sister, mdni

An: I’m actually so excited to start making these again! If you didn’t know, I have a whole best friends to lovers smau series on my page with many other JJK men (Satoru, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, and Ino). I feel like this one might be juicy with the college setting and being Satoru’s little sister 🤭

Part one. | Part two. | Part three. | Part four. | Epilogue.

[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 :(

[classyrbf]

masseur!geto who had to replace your usual masseuse on their vacation week. You were quite surprised to walk in and find a handsome man in the room, greeting you in the most softest voice you’ve ever heard. You were getting your usual full body massage which of course included getting completely naked. You felt quite nervous when his hands started working their way into your skin, digging deep into the tense muscle, but it’s what you needed after a long work week. You noted how warm and big his hands were, groping at your skin so easily and rubbing the oil in. You also noted how close his hands would get when massaging your thighs, letting his fingers ghost near your bare cunt. He couldn’t see it, right? Wrong. The towel you had covered up with was just slightly too up high, giving him just a peek.

“You have such soft skin already,” he says, nearly whispering in your ear as his runs his hand along your back. “Do you moisturize often?” He asks.

“Y-yeah, every other day—ah!” A small moan erupted from your chest as his hands worked into your back. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, it’s fine. It happens more often than you think,” he chuckled. “Is it this spot here that felt good?” He pressed into your back again, another small moan of relief escaping. He smirked to himself, continuously massaging the spot. “You’re so tense,” he sighed. “Can I try something new for you? I swear it’ll help.” His hands moved back down to your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs.

“Go ahead.” You gulped, keeping as still as possible. His oiled hands met the crease where your ass and thighs met, moving slightly inward. You hoped he didn’t notice it, how turned on you were. Was it even noticeable? Either way it was embarrassing, but it’s probably happened a lot, right? No, he’s going to think you’re an absolute pervert. You took a deep breath in, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Take a deep breath for me, yeah?” His voice was so gentle but so deep at the same time. You tried to shake those lustful thoughts out of your head, imagining him whispering in your ear and praising you every step of the way. God, have you really been this pent up that now you’re imagining sexual interactions with complete strangers? Eventually, you took in a breath, preparing for something life changing.

Your body slightly jolted, eyes wide open when you felt his fingers brush against your bare cunt, his fingers grazing over the skin ever so slightly, enough to make your heart race. But, you didn’t stop him, no, no. Instead, you let him continue, your breath hitching when he took his thumbs and spread your pussy open like he owned it. “Mmm,” he hummed, “I see where your issue is.” You felt him press him body weight against you, his breath fanning over your skin. Goosebumps quickly littered your skin, shivers sending down your spine.

“A-ah, oooh!” His fingers slowly stretched you open, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. His free hands caressed your thigh, moving higher up to remove the towel that was barely covering you. He slowly pumped his fingers, making sure every inch of them were coated with your slick. It felt like your whole body was burning up, both from embarrassment and excitement. You bit down on your bottom in attempts to muffle your moans, afraid that other clients would hear you. It was hard, especially when such an attractive man had his fingers stuffed deep inside you.

“Turn over for me.” He smirked, slowing his movements while he helped you turn over on your back, getting a full view of your body from the front. Your skin glistening from the oil, your nipples perky, begging to be sucked on. Oh, and that face of yours, those eyes that held all your desires and pleasures. He could see just how badly you wanted his fingers. “Remember to relax.” His eyes raked over your body, his hands moving down between your legs again. Without him even having to ask, you parted your legs for him, his thumb pressing down on your throbbing clit. He slowly began rubbing in circles, your breathy whimpers filling his ears. “What a good girl.” He hummed, running his hand up your chest, taking your nipple between his fingers and pinching it slightly.

“D-do you do this with all your clients?” You jokingly ask, sucking in a breath. You prop yourself up on your elbows, wanting to watching the way his pretty hands work you so well. He is an expert after all. He puts more pressure on your clit, your hips bucking forward.

You hear him let out a soft laugh. “Does it matter? As long as I do my job, right? Making sure you’re as relaxed as possible? Just enjoy it.” His fingers move from your clit back down to your sopping entrance, two of his fingers pushing their way past your folds. You let out a gasp, your body shuddering underneath his touch. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. I got you. Just allow yourself to feel all of it.” He curls his finger up, pressing against your g-spot each time his fingers drag along your gummy walls.

Your heart beat grows louder, pounding in your ears like a drum. You don’t know how he’s doing this, making your entire body feel hot, your pussy so wet, you’re so unbelievably turned on you can’t even feel embarrassed about it anymore. “Faster, please,” you beg, brows burrowing in pleasure as you continue to watch his movements. He doesn’t say a word but listens to your request, your pussy squelching around his fingers as he picks up the pace. “Oh, fuck.” Your toes curl at the sensation.

His other hand comes down to press on your lower stomach, taking enjoyment in watching the way your eyes roll back and your pussy tightening around his fingers the closer you get. “Does that feel good, baby? Am I hitting all the right spots?” He looks down at you with lustful eyes, bringing his hand up to meet your throat, a firm grip on it but not exactly choking you. You look at him with teary eyes, nodding at him, unable to control your porn star like moans. “Yeah? Yeah?” He coos, staring directly at you while he obliterates your pussy with just his fingers. “I can feel you’re about to cum, aren’t you? You’re right on that edge, baby.”

“Please, please,” is all you manage to say, staring at him with the most desperate look of your life. You can feel that pressure building up quickly, just hint of what’s about to be the strongest orgasm you’ve had in a while. “I’m so close,” you say barely above a whisper. You pussy grows wetter and wetter with each passing second, and it takes everything in you not to completely let go right this second.

His eyes never leave yours, his arms flexing as he goes faster and harder, obsessed with how fucked out you look. “Can’t be too loud, baby, okay? You can cum for me, but keep that pretty mouth quiet.” You quickly nod in agreement, biting so hard on your bottom lip you’re afraid you might draw blood. “Go ahead, let it out for me. Let it—oh fuck, good girl. Keep fucking going.” Clear liquid gushes from your pussy and all over fingers, your squirt coating your thighs and the table below you. Your moans grow too loud, your entire body quivering in pleasure. “Shh, shh” His lips quickly land on yours, kissing you. “It’s a lot baby, but you can take it,” he says in between kisses. He’s greedy, wanting to drain you of every lost drop and drag out your orgasm as long as possible.

“Oh my god,” you pant, finally overcoming your orgasm, your body feeling like jelly. “Holy shit.” You gulp, sitting there trying to gather your thoughts. He presses one last kiss to your lips, slowly removing his fingers.

“Feel better?” He asks with a sly look on his face, grabbing a clean towel to wipe you off with.

“Y-yeah,” your voice is still shaky, “thank you.”

“Of course.” He wipes off your thighs. “Here, let me help you up.” He grabs your hand, guiding you off the table that soaked in your juices. You cover your face in embarrassment, uttering an apology. “Nothing to be sorry for. Let’s me know that you actually enjoyed it.” He knows he’ll quickly have to clean and disinfect it before the other person comes in. He smiles, grabbing another extra towel for you to wrap in. “I’ll let you get dressed and you can pay at the front. I had a nice time with you.”

“Me too, a really nice time.” He laughs at your words before walking to the door to give you privacy. You turned away as well to grab your clothes but then turned back, quickly stopping him. “Wait! Do you accept tips?”

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just a little something while I revise classmate!gojo part 4😼

[cookiieduh]

𝚰𝐍𝐅𝐎 .ᐟ suguru x f!reader, jealousy, geto has piercings, jealousy, unestablished relationship, alcohol, smoking, etc, suggestive, lmk if i missed anything 𝜗𝜚

𝐀/𝐍 .ᐟ wc,, 1.1k,, a little something for my lovelies 𝜗𝜚

THE BLUR BETWEEN FRIENDS AND something more was one of those labels you didn’t bother with when it came to suguru. you weren’t kissing, definitely weren’t fucking, but since… always, there’s been this charge between you both, crackling like a live wire ready to hork sparks at any second.

suguru didn’t want to be here, in this mystified relationship limbo you’d ensnared him in, and definitely not this club, surrounded by sweat and cheap, cloying cologne. too much tasteless alcohol, and by some cosmic cruelty, none of that liquid buzz he was betting on being his saving grace. 

yet he still showed, sitting atop a plush, padded barstool beside shoko while you and satoru stormed the dance floor. why? if you asked, he’d tell you it’s because he couldn’t leave you three without a fourth. if it was someone else, he’d simply nod towards you, dolled up and dancing, letting them see why for themselves.

shoko’s shamelessly flirting for drinks while suguru sourly nurses whatever insipid whiskey the bartender had recommended. purple hues keep drifting to you when they really shouldn’t be. ah, who cares. it doesn’t seem like you’re even close to noticing when you’re batting lashes at…what, a btec version of him?

slim eyes narrow further when they really hone in on the guy; black hair that’s a little more cropped than his own, same style - he wants to think it looks tackier on the wannabe - and probably a few inches shorter judging from the way you barely have to crane your neck. but it’s enough to make him feel weirdly territorial. 

only when your sight finally catches his, does suguru finally realise he’s been advancing you and that crummy imitation on instinctual autopilot. his stride stutters and he spins back in a terse u-turn, simultaneously cringing at himself and playing off the scorch of your stare crawling into the skin of his back. 

instead of heading back to the bar, the respite of shitty drinks and rolling his eyes at the way satoru’s practically gathered a harem, he pushes past the swarm of bodies swaying to something doja cat, making a beeline for the exit.

taking a sickly long drag from a cigarette he fumbled to ignite, he didn’t bother turning to the brief blurt of bass lurching into the night when the door swung open from, who he guessed was, another stranger seeking the same recess from the club’s clammy taste.

puffing out the smoke in a swirl of plume that frayed in the dark, he almost choked when it was you that called out to him instead of a nobody asking him for a light.

“suguru..?” your airy cadence wrapped around his name like it was another one of those spells he was sure you were casting on him. yeah, he was more consoled to think that his feelings were the fruit of black magic and not a genuine, crippling, yearn for a longtime friend.

seconds slink by and he’s stone.

“what happened?” you press, soft in the way that makes him want to tilt his head back against the brick and laugh in exasperation.

you’d think he’d frozen over if it weren’t for that small nip of his bottom lip. and he’s sighing deep through his nose, butt of the tobacco poised between his thumb and pointer when he takes another fierce pull, then flicks it to the ground to snuff out the tired glimmer of orange with the heel of his shoe.

“nothing. nothing happened.” he turns, lips twisted in a wry smile that looks more like a grimace than anything. he tucks his arms over his chest, biting his inner cheek now that he’s taking you in; the glimmer of your makeup under the ambient hum of the street lamp, the way your pretty lashes flutter when you look up at him like that. this was unfair.

“sure.” the crease between your brows betrays that feigned stoicism you try to wear like an ill-fitted hand me down. “explain what ‘nothing’ means when you literally just stormed towards me like you were leading a horde with pitchforks.” you quip with an inkling of temper, shuffling closer to him under the sudden breath of the wind.

he notices it, the way you curl into yourself in defiance of the abrupt breeze, arms prickling in the chill. so he slips off his jacket like it's second nature, handing you the leather stained with smoke and sandalwood while he looms in his half-buttoned henley. you take it.

“didn’t like him.” he shrugs like it has to be that simple, and you want to believe it is when you push your arms through the sleeves, engulfed in the scent of everything that hisses his name. “the guy you were talking to. looked like he was trying too hard.” there’s a sprinkle of bitterness that belies the indifference he wants to play.

“that’s it?” the disappointment leaves your lips before you can mask it. you stiffen, he tilts his head, expression wooden save for those violet depths that peel back everything you’re trying to hide.

“you don’t want it to be?” he pushes off the wall, voice hushed to a purr under the weight of implication. the faint thump of an atmospheric rhythm bleeds through the bar’s stone now that he’s cornered you against it.

and it feels like the air’s been punched from your lungs when your eyes drag across the bob of his throat beneath that beaded choker, to the plush cushion of those pierced lips that stay only inches from your own as he braces his forearm beside your head. caged.

“i…” the words catch in your throat as your head tips back to snare his gaze with your own. all he can focus on is the way you chew your lower lip, those big rounded eyes and the way they look up at him like he’s something holy. 

he leans in until you’re sharing breath. indulgent, ready. 

“i don’t think you know what you’re doing to me. what you always have.” he murmurs, eyes low-lidded, pupils blown so wide it’s as if any trace of light would be swallowed in their abyss. the silver edge of his labret barely grazes your skin before he pulls away.