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besidesjustmyamour · 3 days ago

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"if you want something done right, do it yourself."

in which you're pregnant and tired and ask them to do something then do it yourself.

tw: pregnancy, talk of losing the baby

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with g.satoru, n.kento, choso, f.toji, g.suguru, r.sukuna

satoru gojo was soooo glad that you were pregnant. it just came with so many bonuses. it was like after wife-ing you up, he had just unlocked the newest and greatest upgrade.

which was just as well. some new features included: staying in bed late and waking up whining for cuddles, wearing his shirts around the house with barely anything on underneath, and so much more.

but the best part was being able to flaunt it to others.

"did ya hear?" "yes, gojo." "my wife's pregnant." "we know. you told us three minutes ago." "okay... you could be a little happier for me." "honestly? i'm done being happy for you every time you tell me that your goddamn wife is pregnant. i'll be happy for her instead."

satoru gojo didn't expect the conversation to go like that. but either way, he was excited to be a father. more than that, though, he was excited for you to get into the tired phase.

dubbed the worst phase by all mothers. he had researched it online.

"'fellow hubbies, be warned.'" "satoru, put the computer down." "'once in the third trimester, your wife will be unable to do anything herself. you will have to help her into the shower, help her onto the toilet, and even help her get dressed.'" "so help me i will strangle you---" "i just want to be prepared. although you don't sound very tired." "that's because i'm always tired around you. you exhaust me." "i enchant you." "enchant yourself. preferably to sleep. it's three in the morning."

satoru gojo was still waiting for that, even a week before the baby was born. but you never asked for help. never asked anything more than what was needed.

he just wanted to baby you. to coddle you. to wrap you up in a blanket and never let you go. all you had to do was let him.

and the day you finally relented?

"saaaaaaaaaatoooooooooruuuuuuuuuu." "yes, my beautiful wifey?" "help me move the couch." "hey, sit down! the doctor said you shouldn't be moving around as much anymore." "the doctor said i should also remove all stress inducing stimuli from the nearby environments. but you're still here, aren't you?" "ouch. that hurts." "help me move the goddamn couch." "okay, okay, fine."

satoru gojo felt proud when you stepped back. less proud of the glare you shot him when he kicked it and it flew to the side by a few feet. he had grinned at you and you had slumped into the cushions, satisfied with the new angle facing the television.

but one night, he was out late running errands and was catching up with a friend. your texts buzzed at his phone, sudden and sharp.

"sorry, give me a sec. my pregnant wife's calling me."

when he heard that you were trying to move the couch again, by yourself? he dropped the conversation with his old friend and nearly crashed into a car on the drive home.

when he opened the door, panting and his jacket slipping down his shoulders, he caught you. your eyes locked with his.

"this... isn't what it looks like." "did you seriously move the couch across the entire living room?" "i wanted a new angle to watch she-ra and the princesses of power! i've watched that show the same way, like, at least three times." "how about you just watch a new show instead of straining yourself?" "are you... mad?" "you could've seriously hurt yourself, baby. or the baby, actually." "satoru---" "promise me you'll never do something like that again. without my help." "babe---" "promise." "... i promise." "good. now sit back down. i want my cuddles."

kento nanami truly was excited. not that he ever showed it. excited for the new beginnings. to live in your new house, with you in it. to shower you with all his love and adoration, now that you were getting closer and closer to your due date.

he had even taken time off of work. his colleagues couldn't believe it.

and frankly, neither could he.

"you're... staying home. like, seriously." "yes." "for real? you won't come back halfway through the week and ask for any jobs?" "no." "wow, nanami. you're a changed man. what happened?" "it was either take care of my wife or come here. the choice is apparent."

kento nanami didn't mean to make him cry. his intentions were pure. well, aside from wanting to flaunt that he had a loving wife waiting for him at home while the rest of the workforce went home to empty houses.

but that didn't matter. all that did was getting prepared for the baby.

"article one says it should happen around the sixth to eighth week. but article two is more specific on which day." "ken, you're overthinking this. i'll be tired when... when i get tired!" "but what if something's wrong? we should head back to the doctor and---" "ken. listen to me. it's going to be fine. now shut up and let me get some sleep."

kento nanami didn't want to do that. all he really wanted to do was take care of you and shower you in all the adoration he had missed out on during his time at work.

the day you asked for his help was honestly majestic.

"ken kenny kensington kennedy---" "what is it, dear?" "good! help me move these boxes to our room." "the... the boxes?" "these have been here since we moved in! i figured it was about time i started unpacking all my stuff." "okay, okay, whatever you'd like. just... please, put the box down. tell me which one you want upstairs first."

kento nanami carried half of the boxes upstairs that night. you were pouting that he wouldn't let you lift a single finger, but it was some kind of pride and warmth blooming in his chest that warred against the nature of your rebellion.

he hadn't thought you would try it yourself.

it was supposed to be a simple run for groceries. kento nanami checked off a mental list of all your favorite foods, trying to rearrange them in his mind when you called.

"ken," you grunted, voice crackling through the phone. "help."

his heart dropped. "what? my love? what's wrong? is something happening? is the baby coming?"

"nooo..." your voice was breathy and shallow. "i just... wanted a dress... to look nice for you..."

"darling, what exactly are you doing right now?" the cashier gave him a confused look as he dropped a fifty-dollar bill onto the counter and nearly ran all the way to his car.

no, not nearly. kento nanami damn near turned into the flash.

and when he got inside? to see you heaving a box across the living room, struggling to get a foot on the stairs? he grabbed the box from you immediately and steered you back onto the sofa.

"ken, please don't be mad---" "mad? i'm beyond mad. i'm... disappointed." "w-what?" "i thought you knew that you could rely on me for... anything at all." "i can! you know i do! but..." "but?" "i just.. don't feel pretty anymore. all my dresses are down here, and you do all the work and i just... i'm not enough for you." "who told you that?" "nobody... i was just reading through the comments of that article you sent me---" "and did you read the title? it said '10 things expectant mothers look absolutely ravnishing in'. and i asked you what you wanted." "it did not say that." "something along those lines. you'll always be more than enough for me, darling. i promise. but you need to promise me that you will never, ever do something like this again." "okay, ken. i promise. i love you." "I love you too."

choso promised he would be better. better than the father he never knew. the one that made him like this. and he promised that you would never go through the pain he felt his mother suffer through during her pregnancy.

"this is the third time you've bailed on us, man." "i know, i know. but she needs me." "i think it might be the other way around." "if you want, you can come over and we can play at my place?" "so i can watch you leave the game every three seconds to coddle your wife? i'd rather exorcise myself, thanks."

he didn't mean to be so overbearing. choso just wanted the pregnancy to be absolutely perfect with no bumps along the road. unflawed, just like you were for him.

but something was wrong. you were never quite... tired. always bursting with energy, pattering around the house, refusing to stay still. he was worried for the longest time.

"this is so stupid, cho." "something must be wrong. the doctor said you should be experiencing something called... pregnancy fatigue?" "that's normal fatigue, and she also said everybody has different symptoms." "but you should be tired. you should let me take care of you while you do nothing." "i hate doing nothing." "i love taking care of you." "one of those things is stronger than the other."

choso didn't say it, but when he pulled into the doctor's office, he knew his love for you would always be stronger than any complaining you ever did. especially when you knew he was right.

so, just to please him, you decide to play along.

"choooooosooooooooo!" "yes, my love?" "i can't reach the cereal on the top shelf." "you... you want me to get it for you?" "yes please."

instead of getting the cereal like you asked, choso grinned, swept you up into his arms and spun you around the kitchen, planting you on the kitchen island and smothering your face with kisses.

he was truly happy. in a way that he couldn't quite describe. it was something about feeling needed by you even when you insisted that you could do everything yourself.

so imagine his horror when choso comes home to you scaling the fucking cabinets like some kind of deranged spider-monkey, one arm half extended out to the new box of cereal at the top.

"my... my love? what... what are you doing?" "uhm... i ate all the cereal." "why... why are you up there?" "i thought i shouldn't bother you and decid--- choso, are you crying?"

choso wanted to say no. but instead he collapsed to his knees and started to sob like a child on the hardwood floors. he wanted to protest and turn away from you.

but your hand on his cheek stilled him and the look in your eyes softened at the tears running down his face.

"y-you could've hurt yourself!" "but i'm fine, see? i got down just fine. i'm fine, cho. look at me." "i... don't want you putting yourself in danger." "okay." "okay?" "yes. okay. just... please never cry like that again." "i just... i can't even think about what i'd do without you. or the baby." "we're not going anywhere, m'kay? we'll always be here. i love you." "i love you too. but seriously, don't do that again. i almost just died."

toji fushiguro wanted to do it right this time. after all, he didn't put a baby in you for no reason. he wanted to cherish you, to hold you tight, even when the nights were long and he knew the bed was cold.

"you sure? don't think i'll have the job waiting for you in three hours." "yeah. gotta take care of my girl." "damn. never seen you whipped like this." "what can i say? she's got me doing cartwheels around her."

and it was true. you really did have toji fushiguro doing the most absurd things for you. running out to the grocery store to buy pickles and peanut butter? done. listening to you complain about how the soap opera female lead was an absolute idiot? his ears were yours.

but it was more about how you depended on him. how you needed him. how megumi and you got along in a way that made him feel like he was actually meant to be a father, for once.

so of course, toji fushiguro indulged in everything you asked.

"toooooooooooo---" "yeah?" "where the fuck did you just spawn in from?" "i've been standing behind this door for the last five minutes." "uhm... what?" "i used the last of the toilet paper." "... and you didn't think to replace it?" "nah. i knew you'd come begging for me. just a chance for me to see my girl---" "okay, that's enough. just get the toilet paper down from the closet before i use your shirt to wipe my ass."

toji fushiguro had laughed and handed you a roll. a few weeks later, there was a mission he couldn't ignore. after making sure the house was stocked until he could come back, he pressed kisses to your face, ruffled megumi's hair, and was off.

but he didn't expect to be faced with this when he got home.

"are you out of your goddamn mind?" "did you hear megumi? he was screeching his head off." "then you ignore it! you don't climb up the wall like a fucking spider and get yourself stuck on top of the refrigerator! how the fuck does that even happen?" "your son has a pretty good throw." "you're dodging the question." "i just wanted to do something for him. with all this fuss about the baby... i think he feels left out."

leave it to you to be thinking about megumi when you're literally microwaving another baby in your stomach. toji fushiguro couldn't chastise you about that.

"as long as you promise never to do that again." "but what if he throws---" "then you slap him across his face and wait for me to get home so i can properly beat his ass." "toji! he's only five!" "that's five years too old to be making his mother do all that." "fine. i'll wait next time." "you better. i love you too much for you to fall and die like that." "i wouldn't die. i'm more flexible than you are, old man." "oh, yeah? how about we test that theory?"

suguru geto was ready. the hospital bag was prepped months before you were even aware of the hospital you were choosing to have your babies at. twins! he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"take another look." "geto-sama... i've looked at them already." "my pretty little girls..." "you... can't even see anything in this picture." "well, i can recognize my darling girls just fine." "girls? you already know the gender?" "consider it a feeling. i know my girls already."

he was obsessed with them already. and they weren't even born! his duties with the cult kept him away from home enough, so he wasn't about to let the time with you decline as you grew brighter and brighter when you were supposed to be tired.

"ugh, let me go!" "can't i spend some time with my lovely wife?" "you can, but this is too much. you've kept me locked in the bedroom for three hours already!" "and i'll keep you here until my girls are ready to come out." "i wanna go out and see the world! being a mother takes the spark out of so many people!" "it won't for you, pretty. trust me." "you aren't the one carrying our children." "i hope you know that if i could, i would do it in a heartbeat." "you would make a lovely seahorse husband."

you had been joking, but suguru geto wasn't. he truly and seriously would do anything you asked with his whole heart... even if your requests were a little... strange.

"is... this... high... enough..." "yes, sugu! it's perfect! thank you!" "anything... for you... pretty..." "you sound out of breath. let me get you a glass of water." "no... i've... i'm fine."

it was a painting of the two of you, commissioned to a curse that had a particularly keen eye and a swift hand. you were radiant and glowing and his hand was on your stomach, eyes fixed on you.

they had demanded his attention. suguru geto had none to spare.

especially not when he had returned from a meeting late at night, cold and aching for your warmth, only to find that you weren't where he left you in the bedroom.

instead, you were heaving a painting back across the room.

"what were you thinking?" "it was pissing me off. it wasn't at the right angle." "you said it was perfect!" "it was. but then it started pissing me off." "god, why do i do this to myself?" "i didn't like it there! it looks so much better where it is now." "yeah, after you nearly broke your back to move it! you endangered yourself! not to mention our little girls!" "well, i don't appreciate you breathing down my neck like some kind of mother hen! i can still take care of myself!"

your anger filled the silence, strung his lips together. suguru geto watched as your trembling subsided, your fists unclenched and your expression softened.

"i appreciate everything you do for me, i really do. it's just... suffocating." "what do you need me to do?" "just... space. please." "i can do that. i might claw my eyes out, though." "don't do that. and... thank you. for not getting mad." "oh, don't get me wrong, sweet. i'm definitely still mad at you." "but?" "but i love you more than that. so just promise me this. you'll never do something like that again without someone's help, okay? that's all i ask." "okay. i can do that." "i know you can. just like i know you'll be everything my girls could wish for."

ryomen sukuna demanded only the best for his wife. for his queen. for the love of his life. anything less meant that he wasn't worth it. that he didn't deserve you.

and perhaps he didn't.

"are the preparations done?" "they are... coming along, sire." "what are you trying to say?" "the child isn't due for another five months. isn't this all a bit... hasty?"

ryomen sukuna would've killed that guy if you hadn't stepped in. he watched as the decorator trembled as you led him into the newly built nursery and offered your thoughts on a particular color scheme.

he got lectured that night, told it wasn't okay to murder people just because they made a mistake. ryomen sukuna held back the urge to scoff and just nodded at you.

"i am beginning to think something is wrong." "with me? wow. you didn't realize that when you married me?" "with the child. you should be tired at this point." "you're worried because i'm not... tired?" "yes." "i feel fine." "precisely the problem. you will not allow me to carry you around the estate, nor feed you by hand." "because i'm perfectly capable of doing those things on my own."

but if the king of curses couldn't even serve his own wife, what was he meant for? ryomen sukuna pondered that question for a long time as the weeks passed. eventually, you offered an answer.

"sukuna. kuna. ryoooo." "what do you want, wife?" "well, husband, i happen to have misplaced my robe at the top of the cabinet. would you mind fetching it for me?" "... thousands of servants walk the palace grounds and yet you call me for this trivial task." "you said you wanted to be involved more." "i did not." "yeah, when you were whining about me not being tired---" "i do not whine." "i beg to differ. now, be a good boy and fetch that for me, will you?"

and even as he scowled and grumbled under his breath, ryomen sukuna reached up and grabbed it for you. because the truth was that he would do anything for that bright grin on your face.

especially when it was faltering under the same situations, just slightly shifted. and the look of horror and awe on your face was priceless. he would've taken a picture if a strange sensation wasn't spreading across his own chest.

"what do you think you're doing?" "uhm. threw the robe back up here. thought i'd get it down." "are you stupid? do you know the consequences of---" "hey, calm down. what's wrong?" "what's wrong? are you seriously asking me what's wrong? you could've just killed yourself! or just as worse, the child!" "but i'm okay! see?" "we have servants for this exact purpose. just one call to assist you at any means necessary. but of course. i should've expected this from you." "woah, wait. what's that supposed to mean?" "it means that i knew you would try and prove that you can do things yourself even if it means putting yourself and our unborn child at risk." "that wasn't what i---" "no, it might not have been, but it happens to be the very situation you are painting at the moment."

fear. the hand that squeezed his heart was fear. he recognized it and refused to acknowledge it because the king of curses was unafraid of everything. ryomen sukuna had to be.

"swear it." "swear... what?" "that until the child arrives---no, even after the child is here, that you will not lift a single finger until you are able-bodied and completely healed." "sukuna, i---" "no. you must swear it." "... fine. i swear i won't do anything by myself again." "good. and i will hold you to that." "... what is that supposed to mean?" "it means that i will indeed be trailing you around the estate. i will always be watching. do not attempt to defy my orders." "ooh, scary." "what's scary is the thought of losing you and our child."

a/n: idk where i decided that this was going to be angst but whatever it's been in my drafts thought i'd release it. likes and comments always appreciated! love ya!

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nanamisbbygirl · 2 days ago

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you're pressed on your back, feeling the way your legs are quivering. it's impossible to keep them prompted up--so thank god suguru is there to give you a hand...and a mouth.

his large calloused hands hold them up in the air as your body slowly but surely starts to fold in half. his eyes are closed, savouring every last drop of you sweet slick. he moans desperately into your core, hot pink tongue gliding over your clit like it was muscle memory. his hair was starting to come undone, but nothing was stopping him--he was a man determined, on a sacred mission to please you.

of course, he was getting his own amusement out of it too, don't forgot that. you just taste so so so good, and you're so reactive too. what a perfect little combination.

"getting loud for the camera, hm?" he says with a smirk. he pauses the motions with his tongue, letting your legs rest against his toned shoulders. the freedom of his hands now gives him the opportunity to toy with your squeaking pussy even more--fingers opens and closing, teasing and flicking over your sensitive bud.

in your hands you hold a your phone, pouring all your energy into holding it upright. but you can't, not with the way he's touching you. your literally shaking, mouth hanging open, and endless flow of whimpers and breathy gasps escaping you.

"eyes on me." he orders and for a moment you forget about the video. you stare into his amethyst eyes, pushing into his fingers, desperately grinding towards your own release.

"sugu-" you whine, caught off with how his speed seems to intensify, finding just the right rhythm to make your mind go numb.

"that's it, sweet girl" he goads, trying to coax more sounds from your pretty throat. "tell the camera whose treating you so good."

"mh- you! you are!" you barely squeeze those words out as his mouth finds it's place against your cunt once more. now, he's going at it like a man who's experiencing his real meal. he hoists yours legs back into the previous position, making you feel more exposed to the long, hungry licks against your poor pussy.

you're so close to cumming, and he lets it happen, allowing you to make a mess against his face. your juices stain his jaw, lips and nose, making him look and feel like a predator ripping into it's prey. although, he doesn't let up, even if you're starting to get overstimulated. he just keeps at it. at this point, nothing's stopping him. it's you and him and your tight, precious cunt.

he just hopes you have enough phone storage because that video's gonna be long as fuck.

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j3llyc4kes · 16 hours ago

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you find him sitting shirtless at the edge of the bed, long hair tied back, skin warm in the dim glow of the lamp. suguru always looks calm, composed—but you know better. his fingers are tangled loosely in the sheets, his gaze somewhere far away, and your eyes fall to the deep X-shaped scar across his chest.

he doesn’t look at you when you step closer.

“you’re quiet today, sugu.” you murmur, hands settling on his thighs. “everything okay?”

“just thinking.” his voice is soft, but not relaxed.

you hum and reach up, fingers grazing over the scar. he flinches almost imperceptibly. still not used to being touched there.

“about this?” you ask.

his jaw tightens. “yeah.”

you dip your head, lips brushing his stomach, just above his waistband. “you don’t have to hide from me, you know.”

“i’m not hiding.” he mumbles.

you look up at him, smiling just a little. “then let me see you.”

he hesitates, but leans back on his hands, letting you shift closer. you trail kisses along his abs, slow and warm, letting your tongue flick along the ridges. he tenses, but doesn’t stop you.

you reach the scar, you slow down, mouthing along the thick line that slashes across his chest. he lets out a breath, shaky. your lips part, and you suck gently at the skin right above the X, leaving a mark of your own.

“you are still the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen, suguru.” you whisper.

“you’re biased.” he says, almost smiling.

you chuckle, fingers tug gently at his waistband as you mouth over the rest of the scar, leaving hickeys where the skin dips, where it still looks raw even after all this time. you feel him start to grow hard beneath you, his hips twitching just slightly.

“are you gonna let me make you feel good tonight, baby?”

he looks down at you, gaze heavy, voice low. “yeah. please. i want that. i want you.”

he pulls you up to kiss him, it’s deep and slow. full of gratitude, of love, of need, of trust. you straddle him, his hands settling under your shirt, and he holds you so tightly.

almost like he’s afraid you’ll fade away if he lets go.

almost like your mouth on his scars is the only thing that’s ever made him feel whole.

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satoruined · 7 hours ago

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18+

roommate!geto who always calls you princess in a tone so dry you can’t tell if he’s mocking you or trying to make your brain leak out your ears. probably both.

roommate!geto who’s insufferably good at playing the long game. you think you’re teasing him—walking around in tiny shorts, eating popsicles like a suggestive brat—but he’s the one leaving your vibrator out of batteries and pretending he has no idea where the charger went. “you sure you don’t wanna ask me for help instead?”

roommate!geto who saunters out of the bathroom shirtless, towel slung low on his hips, fully aware that your eyes are fixed on the deep cut of his v-line. he catches the exact moment you drop your spoon into your cereal; a knowing smirk curling at the edge of his mouth while water trails down his chest in slow rivulets. “you’re welcome,” he says, hair tie held between his teeth as he gathers his hair into a bun. then, cocking his head slightly, “you want a better look, or you good with the preview?”

roommate!geto who is sooo petty. one time he got high and leaned over the couch to whisper in a seductive tone, “you wanna kiss me, huh?” then laughed it off when you threw a pillow at him. two weeks later, when you’re drunk and do try to kiss him, he pulls back slightly, lips a hair’s breadth away. “oh, so now you want to?” (he kisses you anyway)

roommate!geto who watches you strut around the apartment in those flimsy little sleep shorts, then hums, “you sure you’re not doing this on purpose?” without looking up from his phone. and when you say no, scandalised, he smirks and goes, “then fix your face, princess. you’re pouting like you miss my fingers.”

roommate!geto who is weirdly domestic the morning after he fucks you dumb. hair half up, skin adorned with pink crescents your teeth have left. humming while he busies himself with making breakfast. “you want eggs or… wait. can you even sit right now?”

roommate!geto who generously allows you to borrow his hoodie, then asks for it back while you’re wearing nothing under it. “hand it over,” he says faux-affably.

roommate!geto who keeps the place clean but passive-aggressively complains if you don’t. he’ll just wipe the counter pointedly while sighing, “amazing. i love being the wife.”

roommate!geto who hears the shower running and your voice calling faintly down the hall— “suguru? can you grab me a towel?” or “shit—my clothes fell, i think they’re in the hamper-”and he doesn’t answer. the silence stretch so long that you wonder if he even heard. then your phone buzzes on the edge of the sink. i didn’t hear you clearly. what do you need? cock? towel? new clothes? you stare at it, water still slicking down your thighs. he still barges in with whatever you asked for—tossing it onto the counter without looking at you.

roommate!geto who fingerfucks you on his bed, saying “you moan like a liar,” when you try to be quiet. makes you say what you want out loud. “hm, you don’t need to cum. not if you’re going to lie to me about how bad you want it.”

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rurumas · 21 hours ago

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one: when the flower that withered once finally blooms

sinopsis: in which sukuna is forced to see the love of his life, marry the love of her life.

contents: no proof read!, casual mention of suguru x reader (reader is marrying suguru), everything is sukuna POV, lovers to ex-lovers to strangers, angst, no comfort, arguments, alcohol, mentions and use of drugs, heavy gaslighting, also mentions of mental abuse (?), reader was in a real bad mental state after their breakup, mentions of reader stopping eating (is brief), mention of sukuna’s and jin’s dad (aka yuji’s granpa), just sukuna realising he was an asshole to the only woman he loved.

"you don't realise what you have till you lose it. that's your problem sukuna, you had everything and decided to destroy it" jin's words still echoes in his head "the only thing that wasn't ment to be destroyed, and yet you did it. now bear it."

sukuna doesn't like snow neither the heat of august, he despises people who are loud and think too much, he hates music that's too repetitive and with sad meanings. but there was a time in which he did like all of that, well more thank like it, he loved the person that was like that. he loved you. and only you.

and now is 3rd of may, he is standing outside a wedding venue, pacing back and forth, trying to convince himself that is okay to go inside and to wish you well. but the problem is that he has to see you — see you again. after four years.

you see, he is not the one with the groom suit, is someone else. you are getting married to someone else. and for the first time in his thirthy years of life sukuna wants to cry. because if he hadn't messed up — if he had just controlled himself and showed you how much he loved you, maybe you would've stayed. maybe he would be the one in the groom suit waiting for you at the altar, tears of joy streaming down his face.

but no. you're marrying suguru — and he wants to kill him. but what for? for treating you like you fucking deserved? to treat you like a princess? to be there for you when you couldn't even get up from your own bed, because that was how messed up he let you. suguru was there for you, for everything, he was there picking you up from your therapist's appointment, he was there when you had mental breakdowns and could even eat nothing because of how much you hated yourself.

suguru helped you to get on your feet back again, he helped you to start loving yourself again. he helped you build yourself from the remaining pieces you had from your past self. when everything that sukuna did was to destroy every ounce of joy and happiness you had.

sukuna deserved something worse than hell. and he was paying it now.

with a sigh he decides to leave the venue, he is not dumb, he knows he is going to change the mood — he knows he will destroy your day. he doesn’t want to destroy you again.

[ four years ago ]

His head is spinning, and there’s a constant feeling of throwing up. he knew that going to mahito’s party wasn’t a good idea. heck, you told him a thousand times and yet he decided it wouldn’t hurt to go one last time.

he pats the pockets of his jeans trying to feel the keys, he lost them again. he will have to knock on the door and pray to whatever god that’s awake that you will answer it.

the pounding in his head gets worse. terribly worse. he feels like a dog that’s going to jump on whoever is in front of him — he doesn’t care, that’s how he is, how he’s always been. trying to focus on his steps sukuna sees the apartment building, trying to focus his eyes, he sees that the lights are on. thank god you’re awake.

probably you’re waiting for him with that cute pout that you always give him every time he is a little bit late.

when he finally gets out of the elevator sukuna gives three knocks on the door, not too loud, but enough for you to hear it. small footsteps can be heard from outside as he listens you approaching the entrance. the door’s open — your face is a mess, puffy eyes void of any emotion. he’s taken aback, he tries to reach for you, but you swat his hand away.

“you’re late sukuna” your voice is firm, you don’t even sound mad, but he feels something, you’re not showing anger not frustration — it’s worse. terribly worse, you’re disappointed. and he doesn’t like that.

“don’t look at me like that” he scoffs, you just ruined his mood. you know he hates when people look at him like that. it reminds him of his father, how he would often look at him with a scowl on his face, he was always disappointed. only with him, never with jin.

“You told be last time that you would never go to those parties again” you say as the door closes behind you. his head is spinning again.

“this is the last time I promise” he says, he drags his feet towards the room, he feels your presence behind him. he feels like you want to say something, but you keep shutting up. “whatever’s on your mind speak it now, and don’t come at me with the same bullshit again. this is the last time I’m going, I just wanted to bid them farewell, who knows when I’ll see them again”

you hesitate for some time, he can see through the reflection of the mirror how your face is fighting to keep yourself from crying — he doesn’t understand, why is your face like that? you’re crying as if you just caught him kissing some chick.

“mahito sent me a photo of chisato sitting on your lap” you pause, he turns around to face you, he can see how you’re trying to keep yourself composed “it looks like you were about to kiss her sukuna” your voice breaks. his mind is still spinning, he really wants to assure you that it’s a misunderstanding. but his mouth is quicker than his mind.

“and?” he asks — he scoffs at himself, he’s not indifferent about it, because whatever you saw on that photo it’s not what it seemed. that girl just jumped on him as he looked like some kind of mattress, as soon as she landed on him he pushed her out. but of course the photo didn’t capture that.

he doesn’t realize that he’s lost on his thoughts until he hears the bathroom door shut, the slam is so strong that he felt how the walls trembled. he tries to get up, but he sits again, the feeling of throwing up getting stronger.

he looks at the door, he knows you’re listening, but he’s tired. too tired and he doesn’t want to have any arguments in this state, he knows he will say stuff he doesn’t mean.

“I’ll go to sleep. We should speak tomorrow about it” he decides that is better to clear his mind by going to sleep — it’ll be better to talk about this in the morning, once I clear the misunderstanding I should give her something to apologize.

when morning comes sukuna gets up, his heart pounding like if someone put a set of drums inside his cerebellum. the house is quiet, he sees the guest room door is closed, so he assumes you went to sleep there.

but something is off. as he makes his way to the kitchen sukuna walks past the entrance and he has this vague sensation that there’s some stuff missing from there. but it’s probably his imagination, it’s too early for you to leave, and today is sunday, so none of you have work.

after he finishes his coffee, he walks towards the guest room. he feels a creeping sensation going from his heart to his stomach — there’s definitely something off. and when he opens the door his heart sinks to his stomach. like an explosion of emotions sukuna looks around the room, he feels anxious, stressed, but worse than that, he feels scared. he calls your name, but you’re neither inside the bathroom or in the balcony.

you’re gone. in any other context he would freak out like this, but he knows that whatever happened yesterday made you snap, he thinks again, he tries to recall the conversation. but he didn’t say anything wrong.

so why are you mad? why did you leave? where the hell are you?

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it’s getting hot in here (so take off all your clothes!!)

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g. suguru x puppygirl!reader

synopsis °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*: suguru will always treat you with the utmost respect. until he cums inside and he's absolutely obsessed with your pussy. also, he has more stamina than a bitch in heat (you)

c.w: hybrid stuff, heat, nesting, owner/pet dynamics, you have the attributes of a dog, somnophilia kinda, grinding, humping, oral (f and m receiving), lots of cum, squirting, mating press kinda, doggy style (duh), breeding kinkkkkk, overstimulation, sex marathon but only some of it described? he really likes seeing his cum inside you, a tad bit of anal

w.c: 5.2k

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that familiar, burning sensation was rising up inside you again. it bloomed in your core, a pulsing ache settling deep in your cunny as you hunched over on the couch.

you whined softly, feeling your forehead heating up rapidly. after a few minutes, your nose twitched as the scent of suguru rose despite the fact that he hadn’t moved an inch from where he sat next to you.

“pup? you okay?” he asked, leaning over to you. you nodded quickly, heat rising in your face as you cuddled closer, leaning against the back of the couch. the close proximity made you clench, your consciousness getting hazy.

“‘m okay,” you muttered, thighs rubbing together slowly to keep the building ache away. he nodded suspiciously, turning back towards the tv.

that night, you laid in your bed, tossing and turning at the heat slowly overcame you. the room was too, too hot, and the temp cranked to 40 fahrenheit wasn’t doing the job. you groaned into your pillow as you failed to fall asleep.

in the morning, suguru had noticed your strange behavior.

“pup, tell me what’s going on,” he demanded calmly, leaning down to get eye-level with you. you nervously scratched behind your ears, looking away. the stronger, more intoxicating scent of him had you pulsing with desire.

“im okay, mr. sugu… maybe i just have a fever?” you gave as an excuse. he hummed, not fully convinced.

“okay… well, take it easy today. i’ll pick up some medicine if you aren’t feeling better later, kay?” he ruffled your hair, smiling. “i’ll be back after work.”

you nodded, hugging goodbye, missing him even as he was walking away.

after the door shut and locked, you rushed over to his room, knees jelly as his scent filled your nose. you whimpered, eyes tearing up as you wobbled your way to his dirty laundry hamper and sticking your face right in it. you whined, humping against the floor as the feeling of your heat was making you want to crawl out of your skin.

soon, you brought his dirty hamper into your own room, dumping it on your bed. it was quite difficult as his dense smell spread throughout the apartment. if his scent was present already, it had worsened impossibly. you groaned as you smelled his scent in your room, mouth watering as you jumped into your bed full of his sweaty tees, used boxers, and shorts.

you arranged his clothes into a nest, soon bringing over some of his own pillows to your room. you nose dived into your bed once again, sprawling out to try and cover yourself with his scent.

you knew that nesting in his room was a bad idea. last time you tried, he carried you right out and into your own room.

“nuh-uh, y/n. you know the rules,” he told you.

now, you had a way to get around it. his scent only made the ache multiply. soon, you unconsciously began to hump into your bed, face down into the ring of clothes surrounding you.

you moaned and cried and panted as you tried so hard to settle the pulse. although your heat had you feeling 10 times more sensitive, it wasn’t enough. your slick had stained your sheets in a wet sheen, sticky and making squelching noises.

after countless minutes, maybe even hours of jumping and whining, you collapsed into your bed.

the next time you woke up, it was dark outside, and suguru was picking you up in a princess carry.

”mr…sugu?” you mumbled, rubbing at your eyes, he peered down at you, obviously a bit upset.

“y/n, you haven’t eaten or had anything to drink today, i can tell,” he grumbling, walking to the kitchen and setting you down on your chair.

“mm.. ‘m not hungry..” you mumbled, ears flopping down in shame. he huffed with a smile, crouching down to meet your gaze.

“i know you’re close to your heat, honey. but you have to keep yourself healthy. understand?” he said firmly. you nodded, frowning.

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“uhm… mr. sugu?” you waddled up to the taller man sprawled upon the couch, watching the tv. you had just showered, hair still wet as you looked at him.

“mm, what’s up, sweetie,” he asked, his vision dragging from the tv to you in a low-lidded gaze.

you gulped, shifting nervously on your feet. “uhm… can i sleep in your room? just tonight, i promise!” you exclaimed, your tail wagging in wait.

“pup, you know you’re not allowed,” he stated, grinning softly as he patted the seat next to him for you to sit down. you hopped onto the couch, looking up at him.

“please, i promise just tonight. please? need you really badly,” you begged, clawing at his shirt with teary eyes as you sniffled. “your laundry lost your scent,” you complained to him.

he sighed, bringing his heavy hand up to scratch behind your ear. it drooped, allowing him to scratch further.

“puppy… we both know you’re just about to go into heat. i can’t let you.” he groaned, still grinning lazily as he watched your expression. your eyes teared up in frustration as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, where he smelled like him the most. you whined, pushing and pulling at him.

“i’ll be good, okay, mr. sugu? i’ll be so good, you don’t have to worry!” you whined, tears prickling and threatening to fall.

he huffed out a breath, contemplating. then, he hesitantly nodded. “just tonight, you hear me?”

your eyes lit up, tail wagging crazily as you jumped on him, licking at his neck. “mm- thank you, mmr. suguuu!”

he chuckled, dragging you by your collar up and off him as you still attempted to give affection to him.

“let’s head to bed, then.”

you nodded, following him up as he lead you to his bedroom. you grinned, although a bit nervous as his scent hit you like a train, even worse than earlier. you clutched onto the back of his shirt, falling into it as you panted, face heated as your gaze turned heavily. he turned back, watching your expression.

“honey, i’m not sure if this is a good idea-“

“i can do it! i can..” you whimpered, using his shirt as leverage to pick yourself up. he sighed, bringing you to the bed and helping you settle in.

“okay, ground rules- no cuddling. it’ll just make your heat worse, okay? if it makes you feel better, i’ll hold your hand,” he stated. “i want to be respectful, responsible, and mature about this.”

you pouted, but nodded, watching as he climbed in. you reached for his hand instantly as he chuckled, intertwining your smaller fingers with his longer, thicker ones. you grinned. he smiled, turning on his back.

his eyes fluttered shut, and slowly, he succumbed to sleep. but you did not. you were drunk on his scent as it somehow multiplied throughout the night, your nostrils the most sensitive they had ever been.

the bubbling heat began to grow into molten lava. it was insufferable as you turned your head to whimper into the pillow. slowly, still holding onto suguru, you turned to sit up. you brought the pillow you were laying on under you and began to roll your hips on it. you whined softly, your free hand covering your mouth as the one holding his hand squeezed harder.

as you humped the pillow, your clit caught on the fabric deliciously, a spark of intense pleasure overwhelming you. you moaned, keeping that same rhythm as your orgasm started to build quickly.

you rolled your hips once more at just the right angle. your mouth parted as you let out a sob-like moan, your cum seeping through your sleep panties and into the pillow. you whimpered as you continued to hump the pillow, already overstimulated, but the fire did not settle even a bit. in fact, your heat began to worsen, your head feeling heavy as the pillow just wasn’t doing it for you.

you looked over to suguru’s sleeping form, soft breaths escaping his pretty mouth. you were surprised at how he had not awoken yet.

you gulped, eyes tearing up as the ache and throb in your pussy became unbearable. you felt so guilty for wanting suguru even in his sleep, but you needed him. so bad.

you let go of his hand and climbed over his sleeping body, settling onto his crotch. you felt the soft outline of his cock under your crying pussy, and you moaned at the feeling. you rocked your hips back and forth, his hardening length parting your lips as you whimpered. you began to frantically hump when his dick caught your clit even better than the pillow did. you leaned down to suguru, clutching his sleep shirt as you whined into it.

“f-fuck… so good..”.

“puppy? what’re you doing?” he mumbled, waking up to whimpers and a sweet, almost candy-like scent wafting through the air. he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as his hands met your hips, holding firmly to stop your movement.

“m-mr. sugu, ‘wan it, need it! it hurts so badly,” you cried into his shirt, trying to move your hips, but his hands stopped it. the fire grew as you sobbed, frustrated. the pulse was deep and brutal and you saw stars trying to soothe it.

he cooed, brushing a hand over your head. “i know it hurts, pup. but i cant. it… it’d be taking advantage of you,” he informed you, bending down to kiss your temple. your jaw clenched tightly, whimpering.

“n-no, it’s not- im asking for it, suguu! please, please…” you cried out, eyebrows furrowing as you sat up and wiped your tears.

he shook his head, frowning. “nuh-uh.” he rubbed circles with his thumb into your hips, trying his best to soothe you. “im afraid i may go to far. hurt you. not treat you like how you deserve, sweetie,” he explained.

you shook your head, sniffling. “don’ care. please, just ruin me, fuck me, i just need it, need your cock!” you cried.

he sighed softly, his dick rock hard at this point as he held himself back. he wanted nothing more than to stuff his cock into your pretty pussy. wanted nothing more than to watch you gush around him, feel your warm cunny pulse around him. wanted nothing more than to fucking breed you.

then, he shook his head once more.

“i’ll tell you what- i’ll let you grind on me as much as you need. that’s all,” he said, warning at the last words. you nodded excitedly, tail thumping against his legs and the bed.

quickly, you started again, his hands firmly holding on as he held you harder against his length. you moaned out at the increased pressure, biting your lip. he brought one of his hands to your lips, using two fingers to slide into your mouth.

“don’t ruin those pretty lips of yours,” he mumbled into your ear. the intensity of his scent rose suddenly as your cries became muffled, your back arching when his tip caught onto your hole, then your clit in one movement.

”haaa-ah! nngh- feels so good, suguu..” you babbled. he chuckled, pressing down on your tongue. it made you gag, tears slipping down your face as you needily rocked against him.

he groaned from the friction, his precum soaking through his boxers are your slick mixed with his. his cock was throbbing, pulsing, so painfully hard for his puppy.

you came with a gurgling whimper, still sucking on his fingers for comfort. he chuckled, rubbing your back.

your mouth unlatched from his fingers as you got close to try and kiss him.

“puppy…” he warned, holding a hand over your mouth.

“please, please,” you whimpered from behind his hand. he sighed, not able to say no to his pretty girl- not able to control his desire for you, either.

he smiled, taking your face into his hands as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. you cried in satisfaction, deepening the kiss while starting to rut your cunny over his dick again.

he hummed, letting you deepen the kiss. he slipped into your mouth, both of your tongues dancing. he sucked on yours, causing you to whine as you were practically bouncing on his dick. he groaned at the feeling, his hands gripping your ass to rock you on his cock.

“haah- haa- hhnnngh… mr. suguuu, want your cock…” you moaned into his mouth, fisting his shirt in your hands. “need it s’bad..” your body was screaming, burning, aching for him. but he was too much of a gentleman to give you what you wanted.

“shhh, pup… just take this,” he mumbled, starting to move his hips to meet your own as you ground yourself on him. he kissed down your neck, suckling as you panted. “doing so good, just taking it.”

“n-need it off, need..” you trailed off, tugging off your panties and sleep shirt before trying to tug his shirt up. he groaned watching your tits move.

“heh, slow down, hon,” he said lowly, stripping his shirt off. your eyes widened, practically sparkling as your lips latched onto his neck, sucking deep purple hickeys into the skin. you peered down at his happy trail, practically salivating.

“s-sugu, ima cum, fuuck-“ you mewled brokenly, the stimulation and pleasure sparking due to his bulge tightening the feeling in your belly and threatened to snap. he brought a hand down to your pussy, pressing his thumb firmly on your clit as you whined, pleasure zapping through you.

“there we go, good girl,” he cooed as you fell apart, trembling and crying as he continued to rock you on his cock through your orgasm. you moaned softly at the name, feeling a bit giddy.

he watched as your cum soaked through his boxers. he marveled at the sticky sight, groaning.

“sugu, need your cock, need it in me,” you cried, pawing at the bulge beneath his boxers. he took your hands into his own, bringing them to his mouth and pressing them against his lips in a sweet kiss.

he hesitated, mouth opening before shutting close. “puppy… do you even know what you’re askin’ for?” he asked lowly in a growl, peering down at you.

you nodded your head, pouting. “i need it. it won’t go away unless i have your cock,” you cried into the crook of his neck, tears pouring as you rocked your hips against his. “want you to breed me… wanna have your pups..”

he blushed at the thought, cock hard and pulsing as he cooed, running his fingers through your hair. “mm… okay, baby, i’ll give it to you,” he whispered into your ear as it twitched. you lit up at his words, sliding off his crotch to pull his boxers down.

“aht aht aht- patience, pup…. gotta prep you first, don’t i?” he grinned, picking you up and placing you on your back on the bed. he slipped a pillow under your hips and stared in amazement at your beautiful body.

“mm.. so pretty for me, hm? just for me?” he teased before crawling up to suck on one of your tits. you panted, tangling your fingers into his long hair, scratching at your scalp. he massaged your other tit, biting and pinching at your nips while switching.

he kissed softly down, leaving wet marks and hickeys along the way. he met your pussy and stared wide-eyed as he practically drooled.

“oh, puppy… your pussy’s fuckin’ dripping…” he groaned as he parted your lips with a thumb. you whimpered and bucked your hips up.

“please, sir, wan’ it,” you cried. slowly, he brought his face into your pussy, licking up from your hole then sucking your pretty clit.

you squealed, tugging at his hair. your back arched as moans left your mouth. the wet squelches of his tongue against your pussy made you clench around nothing.

“mister sugu… more, please!” he slapped your thigh, grinning.

“let me take my time. let me worship you, honey.”

you gulped, your clit and hole throbbing at his words. you watched him devour every last inch of your cunt in awe.

he licked downwards and slid his long tongue into your hole, reaching as far as possible. you let out a scream before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“sugu…. so good, feels s’good!” you cried out. he sped up his pace and continued tongue-fucking you. he looked up at you, and suddenly, he stopped.

“hey. eyes on me, puppy. or i stop,” he warned, watching as your glossed-over eyes shakily met his own.

“good girl,” he said before diving right back in, slurping up your cum and slick. his hand smoothed over your thighs before meeting your cunny. two long, horribly thick fingers found your hole. he pressed in deeply, cooing as you whined from the stretch.

“that’s it, take it,” he mumbled as he sucked a hickey into your thigh, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of your hole. your thighs quivered and thrashed around his head and hand, doing your best to make eye contact as the stretch had you reeling.

“o-ohhh, fuckk!! hnngh-“ you moaned into your hand, your other still having a tight hold on his hair. your trembling thighs closed around his head as he ‘tsk’ed.

“nuh-uh, not having nun of that,” he said firmly, spreading your thigh wide before pressing it against your chest, his large arm stretching and flexing to feverishly eat you out.

he moved his head back onto your clit, sucking and making figure-8s as he hummed. the vibrations tightened and tighter the coil and his fingers thrusted harder, causing you to gush out cum all over his face.

“a-aaah!” you squealed in a moan, hands holding the backs of your knees are he greedily squeezed your flesh. he moaned into your pussy, lapping up all of your liquid before taking his fingers out and watching your pussy clench around nothing. he sat up between your thighs, placing his fingers into his mouth as he sucked your slick lewdly. his face was shiny with your liquid and your face heated at the sight.

“ready, puppy?” he asked, licking his teeth as he pulled his boxers down. his long, dangerously girthy dick slapped against his abs. he chuckled at how you could only ogle, sat up on your elbows. everything about him was just so big.

you crawled over to him. he tilted his head in confusion before grinning widely as you crouched down, taking his cock into both of your hands. you wrapped your fingers around him, not even able to fully close your fist around it. your pussy throbbed at the thought of it going inside of you.

you brought your mouth down to the base, licking and pressing soft kisses into his cock as he sighed, cradling your cheek. you licked his tip, sliding the wet muscle of your tongue into his slit as he threw his head back in pleasure.

slowly, you suckled around the tip, taking just a bit more each time you bobbed your head. you tasted his salty, musky precum- so fucking addictive as your heat made every feeling so heightened.

“so good for your owner..” he mumbled as your teary eyes met his as you gagged. he hummed, pulling you off his cock as you were only halfway down.

“don’t want you to hurt yourself, beautiful,” he mumbled, leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss. you pouted.

“mister sugu… please, i wan’ you ta fuck me now… want your cock. i’ve been patient,” you whimpered as your voice cracked, tears rolling down your face.

“been so good for me, i could never say no to my girl,” he cooed, grinning as he pushed you back against the bed. he adjusted your hips over the pillow before spreading your legs wide. he slapped his cock onto your cunny, watching in awe as your slick squelched and you squeaked in surprise and overstimulation.

he moved his tip down, slowly pressing into your hot pussy. you both moaned simultaneously as he bullied himself into your tight walls.

he could barely move as your cunny resisted him. your walls had to fight to stretch open for him, even after prep and the slick that covered the area.

“how you doin’ pup? good?” he asked, a bit out of breath as he wiped sweat from his hairline. you nodded, clutching the sheets below you as you tossed your head back in a whine. he pressed further.

“is it a-all the way, sugu?” you asked, teary eyed. he shook his head chuckling.

“only halfway, dolly.”

fuck.

you nodded as he slip further in. after a few moments, he sighed in relief as he had almost entire length in you. your face contorted in pleasure as your cunny was stretched taut around his thick length. he thinks you’re so cute, all hazy and fucked out with just 3/4 of him, eyebrows pinched together.

“thereeeee you go…. shhh…”

it felt like his cock was reaching your lungs as he stuffed you to the brim. his tip prodded at your cervix and every sensitive spot, making you burn with need for more, more, more. his cock throbbed inside of you, only increasing the feeling.

“fucking shit, puppy… so tight,” he groaned.

he began to move slowly, rocking his hips and watching his cock plunge in and out. each time, he would pull out just until only his mushroom tip remained, then sunk back in in one movement. your pussy gripped him like a vice and only sucked him back in when he attempted to draw his hips back to fuck into you.

you cried out in loud moans, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. drool escaped your lips and dribbling down your chin.

“s-sugu, need more, please, fuck me harder!” you squealed, panting as he began to fuck mercilessly into you. “want you to breed me.”

“greedy fuckin’ pussy, huh? all for me…” he snickered as he watched his cock disappear into you with each thrust.

“allll y-yours, ownerrr~!” you whined. you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he plunged into you.

as you stared, you both noticed the bulge in you tummy each time he pressed justttttttt right. he grinned, moving his down to press on the area as you howled and mewled in pleasure, hips bucking up and back arching as he hit your g-spot with ease.

with his free hand, he brought up your left leg and pressed it hard against your chest in a mating press. you babbled incoherently, fucked dumb on his cock.

“hhhhaaah-!!! so good, your cock- it feels so good!” you cried out in pleasure, gripping onto his forearm as it pressed harder against your tummy.“w-wait, sugu, uhm- wait!!! nnngh, feels like ‘m g-gonna pee!” you squealed, almost giggling as he fucked you deeply.

“shhhh, that’s okay, let it happen,” he whispered lowly into your ear as you nodded. you trusted him with your life. “gonna squirt already? so fuckin cute.”

you held onto him, hands clawing at his back before he leaned further up. he hissed from the sting, but it only spurred him on to fuck you harder, deeper, the way you really wanted.

in just one more stroke, you squirted with a cry of his name, your liquid spewing all over his cock, abs, the sheets, some even sprayed up to his neck. your breath hitched as you did so, your head thrown back against the bed and eyes rolling back. he groaned as he fucked you through it. he was entranced, even hypnotized by the way your tits jiggled as he continued his toe-curling pace.

“mmmm, such a good girl f’me. so good, puppy,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as you whimpered from the constant overstimulation. your pussy squelched with each thrust, the lewd noise echoed filthily throughout the room.

he imagined your tummy all full of his cum, stuffed to the brim maybe with a plug in you, keeping it all in. he imagined you, glowing, belly round with his pups. it only made him want to fuck you for hours.

“mm- fuck, baby, ‘m gonna cum, kay? gonna breed you,” he growled into your ear, fucking into you like an animal without regard.

“yyyyessss, please, need your cum s’bad,” you whimpered straight into his ears. “fill me up.”

your body jostled almost violently before he came, filling you up with his HOT seed that flooded your overstuffed pussy. he bit your neck as he came and you moaned at the feeling of his teeth sinking in. his cum calmed the storm slightly, the throb of your pussy lowering by just a bit. you sighed, mewling as he filled you up so good.

“fuck, i could stay like this forever… you did so good for me… for owner’s big cock, huh?” he cradled your face with a hand, wiping stray tears from your face and kissing them away.

you sniffled, pouting. “wan’ more…” you mumbled. he chuckled softly, slipping out with a groan. you whimpered at the emptiness- your cunny missed him too, judging by the way it clenched around nothing but the thickness of his cum.

he watched his semen pour out of you, dissatisfied at his work. he plugged your hole with two fingers, fucking it back into you.

“nnngh— suguuu! that’s mean..” you whined. he knew you were still sensitive, but he wanted to has his fun, too.

he flipped you over, manhandling you onto your elbows and knees. your legs and arms shook in the afterglow.

“i know, puppy. gonna breed you so good, you’ll think about nothing but my cock,” he whispered into your ear as he lined up with your hole. he pushed in, his cum seeping out as the squelch of both of your fluids mixed

“aaah…” you sighed as your front half dropped onto the bed. your face was smushed against the sheets before something soft nudged against it. you turned your head and it was your favorite toy!

“i kept it in here ‘case you needed it at night,” he said, kissing the top of your head as you hugged it under you.

he pushed all the way inside of your throbbing cunny and took a hold of your ass with both of his hands. you moaned loudly, gripping the toy with all of your strength.

he began to rock against you as he was mesmerized by the sight under him. tail wagging, pretty asshole puckered and covered in a sheen of both of your wetness, as well as his dark pubes against the plump of your ass. the best part? the way your pretty cunt squeezed and spasmed, struggling to stretch around his fat cock.

he fucked you hard, still having a hold of your ass as he pulled you against him with each thrust. the way his cock rubbed your cervix and g spot was devastating because of how easily it broke you.

”suguuuu!” you whined his name as he took his left hand to tug your tail up, revealing more of your other hole. he hooked a thumb into it, grinning at how it made you squirm at the foreign feeling.

“doing so good for me.. god, you feel fuckin’ incredible. best pussy i’ve felt,” he mumbled into your skin when he leaned down to taste your sweaty skin there. he began to suck hickeys into the arch of your back as he squeezed your hips.

you began fucking back into him with the help of his hands. each deep thrust sent you further into the daze of your heat. your mind was cloudy and filled only with thoughts of him. him and his cock were all that mattered as he fucked you into oblivion. you were really fucked stupid.

“ah- ah- i think ‘m gonna ccumm! sugu, i-“ you squealed, burying your head into your toy as you creamed so good on his cock. a white foamy ring appeared at the base of his cock as he purred at the sight.

“that’s it, how’d i get so lucky with such a good girl?” he asked, leaning down to hug your torso to his. he lifted the both of you up so only your legs were positioned on the bed. as he hugged you, his hands made his way to your tits and started squeezing them in tandem with his thrusts.

“hnngh- owner…. your cock… i love it~!” you moaned loudly as you threw your head back onto his collarbones. still in the afterglow of your orgasm, you held onto the hands that groped your tits.

he pressed kisses to your temple as he rocked into you. in just a few thrusts, he came with a loud groan.

you squealed at the way his burning cum filled you to the brim. you couldn’t even think without being reminded of his cum.

he laid you back down onto the bed, watching as you relaxed against the fabric. he crouched down, angling your hips up to see the mess you had both made. cum spilled out but he made quick pace as to not let it go to waste.

he pushed his fingers in as you whined, kicking your feet from the overstimulation.

“shhh, honey. we have to let it take, right?”

you nodded dumbly, not even coherent as you snuggled into the bed. the burning ache had yet to completely die down, fortunately for you both.

“owner…. wan’ your cock again…” you sniffled into the toy, a bit embarrassed. he only laughed darkly as he manhandled you into another position.

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you were laid on the bed, back against the sheets. all soft and pliant and sweet and sleepy for suguru. your chest rose and fell rapidly, whole body heated and sweaty. it was your nth orgasm of the night- scratch that, you could see the sunrise through the window.

“how are you, puppy? doing okay?” he asked, fingers plugging your hole as he rubbed against your g spot.

your legs trembled as they tried to close shut, hips bucking into the air. your cunny was overused and so sore, and your heat had died down for the time being.

“sugu.. can’t..”

“what’s that, baby?”

“shush…. tired,” you grumbled with sass. he chuckled, pulling his fingers out and sucking on the slick that was made by the both of you.

he walked to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp towel. he pressed it over your sore pussy, kissing you when you whined at the sensitivity.

he wiped the both of you down with another towel and threw them to the side along with the clothes that were haphazardly strewn across the floor. he picked you up in his arms then tucked you into bed with a kiss to your temple. he climbed in right beside you and spooned you, wanting to keep you close.

suguru never lost respect with you until this first time he fucked you. after this, he would never be able to get enough of your wet cunny.

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can you tell i love suguru

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siennayaps · 1 day ago

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Everyone wants him that was my Crime

🥀 Summary- You were married to him to forge peace, a non-sorcerer bride offered to a cult leader who sees you as filth in silk. He never wanted you. He never hides it. And still… you stay. Caught in his orbit. Worshipping the god who spits at your devotion.

‼️Warnings- Cult themes, infidelity, heavy emotional neglect, verbal disrespect, power imbalance, obsession, worship, non-sorcerer reader (repeatedly insulted), slow burn (emphasis on slow), no comfort, minor self-worth themes, soft obsession from reader, sharp hatred from Geto, very toxic dynamic.

Art credits: anku_9706, xx02xy / Pinterest

Teaser- I’ll Pay The Price You Won’t

You shouldn’t be here,” he muttered, not looking up.

You didn’t move from the doorway.

“This is my hall too.”

He looked up now.

Slowly.

Like it physically pained him.

“No. It isn’t.”

You stiffened, hands tightening in the soft folds of your robe, the one his followers had gifted you, stitched with his crest. His colors. His divinity.

“You wear my name,” he said, standing. “That’s all.”

You watched him as he walked past you — his shoulder brushing yours without care, like you weren’t even there.

“Is that all I am to you?” you whispered. “A name?”

He stopped.

Didn’t turn.

Didn’t speak right away.

And then—

“You’re a reminder of weakness,” he said. “Of compromise. Of the things I let into this temple that do not deserve to exist here.”

Silence.

You swallowed the bitter taste in your throat.

“But you still keep me.”

“I keep the snake in a cage, too. That doesn’t mean I want it near my altar.”

Your breath hitched.

And still — still —

You stayed.

Because gods like him weren’t meant to be loved.

But you were too stupid to look away.

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vampshxde · 1 day ago

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"Shut Up Mom!"

How jjk husbands react to the "Shut up Mom" prank

Characters: Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo

Other parts: None So Far!

@𝙼𝚞𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚞00 on X

The white haired man was sitting on your couch, blindfold lazily on one eye, slanted halfway up his head so one eye could freely watch TV. Wearing a black tanktop and tight jeans. His ivory hair was a ruffled mess.

You were bent over in the kitchen, unloading your dishwasher. A grin just a little too big, a little too mischievous played on your lips. Your husband, was too far off in his own world. But his brain snaps back into place at the sound of your yelling voice.

"S/N, did you clean your room?" You yelled from the kitchen to your son who is upstairs. A grumble was heard before—

"Shut up Mom! God you're so annoying!"

He blinked. Once. Twice. Then he got up, glanced at you. Raising a brow. "Did that child just yell at my wife?" You slowly nodded. Watching him. Waiting for the reaction. His face stayed remotely calm, until a dark grin spread on his lips.

"S/N!–"

You rushed over and covered his mouth. Giggling. He glanced down at his pretty wife, smiling and laughing like she had just played him. And it clicked. "You just pranked me didn't you?" He mumbled beneath your hand. His mouth turned down into a pout under your palm.

"Damn right I did, 'toru!" You were a laughing mess, hand to his mouth. Well.. until he licked your hand. You shrieked and pulled away, he was the one laughing then as you pouted.

"Not nice sweetheart! Gonna have to punish you." He blinked. Grabbing you, smirking too wide. Tossing you on the couch, he began poking your sides and mumbling about fairness. You couldn't register the words as you kicked and laughed too much.

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Suguru had all his hair in a large messy bun, a white sweater slightly too large, and red pajama pants with little white hearts that you picked out. He was half asleep on the couch, tired from cult meetings all day. His three favorite girls were at home and now he was finally with them. Well, two of them.

You were curled into one side of his body, Mimiko on the other. He was slightly confused. Glancing at you as Mimiko watched TV. "Pretty, where is Nanako?" He whispered under his breath so he wouldn't distract Mimiko.

"Oh, she's in her room. Said she'd come downstairs when she wants to." You hummed. Looking at the stairs. Deciding that its been too long, you got up from the couch. Walking to the bottom of the stairs.

"Nanako!"

You didn't get a response until you started to repeat her name. Back turned to the couch with a smirk. You guys had pondered this plan all day. "Na!-"

"Shut up Mom!"

Suguru coughed. Then he straightened his sitting position. Slowly. He was composed. Standing up carefully and fixing Mimiko's position so she wouldn't be uncomfortable. Clearing his throat too loudly.

"Nanako." He didn't yell, but it wasn't calm. It was loud, commanding, and stable. It caused even you to stiffen up as Nanako stumbled down the stairs a little too fast. She had 'abort mission' eyes, like it was all going to shit—to be fair, it was—and you had the same.

"Sugu, honey.. It's a prank! Haha!" You laughed awkwardly. Poking his side. He turned to you. Eyes softening, he shook his head. Then he pinched your cheek, and you smiled. "Silly girls, cmon let's what TV."

Your two daughters curled together, and your husband kissed your cheek, whispering, "So lucky I love your mischievous ass."

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pxcstrrr · 1 day ago

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I love trin coded sukuna’s. “WIFE😠”

sukuna stood with a judgmental frown, arms crossed over his chest, a pout on his lips.

he was staring down at his daughter, who was still just a baby in your eyes, and a tiny demon in his.

you'd had her about two months ago, and lets just say, sukuna still wasn't growing very fond of her.

he squint at her, looking her up and down at she chewed on four of her fingers and kicked her feet in her crib, babbling odd noises.

sukuna scowled.

"wife!" sukuna yelled, jutting his head toward the door so that you could hear him clearer from downstairs.

the baby girl, startled, jumped a little at her fathers voice.

but she started to smile, and giggle.

sukuna squint, and with his arms still folded over his chest, he leaned over the cradle.

"don't laugh at me." he grit through his teeth.

the baby let out a high pitched scream, kicking her feet and going into a laughing fit. sukunas eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

he felt... humiliated.

by his own daughter.

not even half a year old, at that.

"i'm telling on you. wife–!"

"sukuna, please! what do you want?" you peeped your head around the corner, a face mask covering your face.

sukuna gave you an odd stare, planning on saying something about the mask, but being reminded of his bully-of-a-daughter when she giggled again, kicking her feet.

he then point to her with an accusing finger and pout.

"it's looking at me funny." he snitched, keeping his eyes on the girl.

you let out a huff and shook your head, walking over to sukuna and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"she's smiling at you, 'kuna. you amuse her." you smiled, reaching over in the crib to pinch softly at your daughters cheek, making her outstretch her arms and legs with a playful laugh.

sukunas lips toot up in a judgmental manner.

"i don't like that." he grumbled, making you laugh, but he was serious, and offended when you laughed.

"sukuna, just try picking her up and playing with her. maybe talk to her? she's still a baby, so she can't do much on her own but laugh or cry. be glad she isn't crying." you pat his shoulder and forearm, standing on the tip of your toes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

he was gonna say something to you as you left the room, but stopped himself, realizing that it probably wouldn't be efficient anyways.

he groaned, looking back at his daughter.

he then tilt his head.

"i don't like your hair." he leaned over the crib, pulling softly at the pink of his daughters hair.

suddenly, she grabbed onto his finger, her tiny hands wrapping around it, and brought it to her mouth, latching on like it was a bottle!

sukunas eyes widened again and he jumped a little, finger still in place.

"wife!" he yelled, the oddly strong grip of his baby girl holding his finger in place.

"what, sukuna?!" you yelled frown downstairs.

"it's biting me!"

#𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨⁴⁴⁴ #ryomen sukuna #jjk suguru #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

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satumeka · 1 day ago

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Suguru just wanted to sleep…

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theorphicangel · 11 hours ago

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thinking about knight!suguru who usually keeps his helmet on at all times, both concealing his identity and providing security for you. you feel suffocated by being watched all the time so what better than to rebel and act like a brat? his words are only muffled by his helmet and his frustration grows because you continue to slip out of his sight.

it's only when you've managed to disappear for a whole three hours that he's had enough.

his helmet slips away and you're met by the gorgeous shade of brown eyes you've ever met. not to mention the dark raven hair that spills, locks reaching down to his shoulders. you're at a loss for words and even as he reprimands you - you're not listening to his harsh yet saccharine tone because you find yourself constantly lost within his eyes.

#all of a sudden you never want to leave his sight #i guess reader is of royalty ect ec #angel writes #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru x reader #geto suguru #jjk suguru #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru

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iiiiiiis-things · 2 days ago

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"I can be a better boyfriend" {1K SPECIAL}

pairing- Suguru Geto x reader

a/n- HEY GUYSSS TYSM FOR 1K I LOVE YOU ALL

analysis- Suguru literally shitting on your boyfriend,

cw- smut with plot :) , cunnilingus in a bathroom stall, cheating, suguru is exactly submissive but he's so down bad for the pussy he looks like it

"You okay?"

You flinch at the sound of the voice behind you. It’s low, familiar, steady — the kind of voice that always made you feel safe even when your world felt like it was falling apart. You don't need to turn around. You already know it’s Suguru. Of course it’s Suguru.

Hurriedly, you wipe your face, your fingers catching on your damp cheeks, trying to erase the evidence.

"Yeah, I’m fine. You can go back, I—"

"Lie again."

His words cut through you, sharp and calm all at once.

Your chest tightens. "What?"

You finally lift your head from where you're curled up on the cold concrete curb, and there he is.

Suguru.

Moonlight spills across his features — all sharp jawlines and smooth cheekbones, his dark hair catching the glow like silk. He looks calm, composed… beautiful. Unfairly so. And just seeing him standing there, looking at you like you matter — it makes everything inside you ache harder.

"I said, lie again."

He crouches down slowly, getting low enough to meet your gaze. His eyes search yours with a kind of quiet intensity that makes your breath falter. You turn away quickly, as if the shame might be less if you don’t meet his eyes.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. Don’t worry about it.”

But your voice breaks. It trembles out of your throat, cracked and breathless, and before you can catch yourself, another tear slips free.

You hate this. Hate being seen like this. But it’s Suguru. And somehow, that makes it harder to hide.

He exhales slowly, then shifts closer. The soft scrape of his sneakers on the pavement makes your heart hitch. He settles beside you, not touching, not crowding — just close enough to let you feel his warmth.

"Do not tell me not to 'don't worry' about my best friend, who’s sitting outside the club… crying... on her birthday."

The words aren’t accusing. They’re soft, strict, and stern. Heavy with care. His elbows rest loosely on his knees, hands clasped together, his body leaning in just slightly toward you — like he’s trying to anchor you.

And you almost break again.

"I’m sorry," you whisper, eyes dropping to the curb, to the chipped red paint and the dust and gravel at your feet. You focus on anything but his face. “I didn’t want to ruin anyone's night.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

Your fingers twitch. Not because he's wrong — but because he’s too right.

His tone changes. Not loud, but colder. Sharper. Controlled, barely.

"He told me he was going to the bathroom."

"Yeah. I saw him go in after—"

“Getting that girl’s number,” you both finish, voices low and bitter and exhausted.

The silence after stings. It stretches out like elastic, pulling at your chest, until you can barely breathe under the weight of it.

You inhale, shaky and slow, but all you taste is the air — sweat and alcohol and city dust. The ache in your throat swells again, threatening to spill over.

"I saw it too," Suguru says. His voice is quieter now. “Didn’t mean to. I just—”

He hesitates. You glance at him, and in the moonlight, you see something flicker in his expression. Something he’s not saying.

“I-I didn’t mean to,” he repeats. “Just… just couldn’t bring myself to look at you.”

You blink, confused. “Why?”

He gives a small, bitter smile. “Because you look really pretty tonight... and it kinda hurt.” now geto's eyes were focused on the red paint. faint blush coming across his cheeks at his minor confession.

You freeze. Your heart skips — not in panic, but in something else. Something dangerous. Something that settles low in your stomach.

Suguru hadn’t been watching him on purpose. Not at first. He just didn’t want to look at you — not when you were dancing on your ex-boyfriend like that, the beat pulsing through your body as he gripped your hips moving into a slow grind, your tight birthday dress hugging every curve. Not when the sight of you like that made his jaw clench and his blood rush to places other than the tips of his ears.

that should’ve been him.

He didn’t want to watch Shoko fail miserably at flirting. Didn’t want to babysit a drunken Satoru who was busy buying drinks for half the club. So when his eyes wandered, they landed on your ex-boyfriend — laughing, leaning in, scribbling his number into another girl’s phone like you didn’t exist.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shame rising like bile. "And you know what makes it worse?" a soft whisper

He turns his head to look at you again, fully, like nothing else matters in this moment.

"This isn’t the first time,"

"I knew something was off before. I just… kept telling myself he’d change. I kept hoping."

Suguru hums quietly. Encouraging. Listening. Being.

"And I kept giving everything I had to him,” your voice cracks, tears spilling down again, no use stopping them now, “and he just… takes it. Every single time.”

Your breath shudders. You try to blink the blur away. “And I’m so mad because… I still go back. Like it’s normal. Like it’s okay to be treated like that.”

You pause.

Then, softly — barely audible

“It makes me wish he was more like you.”

Suguru tenses beside you. You don’t look, but you feel it.

His chest rises slowly. Controlled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

His voice is lighter, a soft tease undercutting the tension, but there’s a raw edge underneath. Like he’s afraid to believe you mean it. there was still a glimmer of hope that would make all of shoko's teasing actually mean something.

You laugh, hollow. A little embarrassed, but it comes out anyway.

“I mean, you’re… a good man. You respect women. You're a good listen. You have a pretty nice and steady income, and you’re like.. really pretty.”

You freeze as soon as the word leaves your mouth.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Pretty?”

Your face burns. “No — I mean, yes — I mean handsome! You’re handsome, obviously. Like in a cool, mature, effortlessly sexy way, not like—you know what, never mind—”

He laughs, deep and rich, the kind of sound that sends warmth curling into your chest.

You laugh too, even through the tears. But when you look at him, really look — the laughter fades.

He’s staring again. His smile gentles, eyes softer now.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I guess...

I could be a better boyfriend.”

He doesn’t mean it casually.

Not even a little.

Because what he wants to say is I would be. I already am. I’ve just been waiting for you to see it. he would love to be your good man, respect you, spoil you with his 'pretty nice and steady income', and he would want nothing more for you to wake up in his bed every morning, next to his 'pretty' face. or should he say his ' cool, mature, effortlessly sexy' face

And then — maybe it’s the moonlight, maybe it’s the way your lips are parted and your cheeks are flushed and your dress hugs you just so — maybe it’s the months of holding back — he hears himself say:

"You know… I could totally eat you out in the stall next to his. Just to give him a taste of his own medicine."

Your jaw drops.

“What?” you breathe, eyes wide, frozen.

Suguru stiffens. Immediate regret in every line of his body.

“Shit—okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. That was—stupid. I don’t know where that came from, I—”

"Would it change our friendship?"

The question slips out so quietly, you almost don’t hear it yourself.

But he hears it. Loud and clear.

He stops talking. Stares at you. His breath slows.

"...Do you want it to?"

You look at him then. Really look. The way he’s always there. The way he looks at you like you’re the only one who matters. And god, he’s so close. His knees brushing yours. His hands flexing slightly like they want to touch. His lips slightly parted.

“I don’t know,” you whisper

His hand lifts. Soft. Intentional. His fingers trail your jaw, tilting your chin so gently it makes your skin shiver. your internally panicking, hoping he can't hear the way your breath speeds up. he does

You don’t remember who moved first.

All you know is that suddenly, his mouth is on yours — warm, slow, careful, like he’s giving you every chance to pull away.

But you don’t.

You kiss him back.

And it tastes like a promise — one you’ve both been waiting far too long to make.

smut! under the cut (18+)

"f-fuckkk suguuuuu" you wish you could say your moaning out extra loud for your ex-boyfriend to hear but even if he wasn't in the bathroom, you couldn't help but mewl as suguru looks up at you through his pretty lashes, his mouth sucking the absolute life out of your clit. you lean your head back on the stall door as suguru is on his knees, hands on both of your ass cheeks trying to pull you in impossibly closer.

"Oh- ngh" his nose rests on top of your mound as you drag your pussy up and down in an attempt to grind on his tongue. suguru hands moves up to your hips, steadying you as he removes his mouth which causes you to slightly pout, letting out a whine which told him you wanted more than he was currently giving.

He holds up three fingers with a smug look on his face, three soon turned into two, two soon turned to one, and as if on cue you hear a slam of 2 doors being shut, one of them being the stall next to yours and the other being the entrance to the bathroom the loud noises being accompanied by harsh foot steps and a string of curses.

"I think he's jealous enough, what about you?" suguru asks his eyes staring directly into yours as he slowly moves closer, his breath just hovering over where you needed him most

"oh- yeah definitely"

"yeah for sure"

"so like we should totally stop right?"

"right- I mean y'know, mission is accomplished"

"yeah totally" he sits on the back of his calves running his hands up and down the back of your thighs, his eyes slowly migrating towards your pussy, not like it wronged him, never like it wronged him, but like it was the absolute center of his universe. he leans in close his nose nudging your recently neglected clit as he closes his eyes, suguru begins to slowly stick his tongue out, you take is upon yourself to grip his black locks by the roots and the back of his head making him crane his neck upwards to look at you, his purples eyes just barley open and his mouth still parted like he's about to let out a moan from the tight grip you have on his hair. His usual cocky and focused demeanor long gone. It was odd really, seeing suguru look so...

submissive.

"I thought you wanted to stop?" you ask confusion clearly lacing your voice. "yeah, yeah uh- sorry we can stop" he nods his head in agreement. the two of you stare at each other for a moment until you ignore your second mind with doubts with a simple "fuck it" shoving suguru's head back in between your thighs. what you didn't expect was for him to groan in response. he brings a hand to back your hip holding it so tight your sure there's gonna be bruises tomorrow.

With a hunger that matches the rage coursing through your veins, suguru presses his mouth against your pussy, his tongue delving into the warm, slick folds without hesitation. You gasp, the hold on his hair becoming even tighter to which geto responds in a muffled moan as he devours you with an intensity that's reassuring.

His teeth graze your clit, sending shockwaves through your body. The receiving pleasure is almost unbearable, the tongue thrusting inside your sopping cunt. "'feel like I'm in heaven baby, 'could sooo do this for hours"

"f-fuck don't stop, please baby- i need it" You can only tighten your grip on his messy black hair, moaning at the loud smacking of his tongue dipping in and out of your puffy folds.

suguru can't even bring himself to lift his head anymore, not even for a split second to just talk you through it, you just tasted so damn good, he makes up the lack of voice by lifting your leg up and over his shoulder; this new angle had his tongue touching that special spot inside you easily.

His tongue circles, flicks, and plunges, each movement a silent declaration of his loyalty and desire to make you feel good. you felt just how wet you were getting, and judging by the easy glide of his face, you cold tell his face was just covered in slick.

His hand comes to rest your remaining leg on his shoulder, his best shot to get even deeper inside you, he closes your thighs around his head, his own need for you palpable through the fabric of your soaked panties thats messily pulled to the side. It was as if he wanted to drown in the scent and taste of you.

The sounds of the club outside the stall fade away, replaced by the wet smacking of his lips against your skin and the loud moans that escape from your throat. He's relentless, his tongue moving with a purpose that borders on obsession.

You're powerless to stop the wave of pleasure that crashes over you, your hips bucking against his face. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as he continues to feast. You're acutely aware of your surroundings—the faint scent of disinfectant, the sticky floor, the graffitied stall walls—but none of it matters. All that exists in this moment is the feeling of suguru's mouth on you.

As you reach the peak of your climax, you tighten your grip on his hair making him groan once more, your body shuddering as his long lashes kisses his cheek. You let out the loudest and pornographic moan you've ever conjured up in your life as you ride his nose, suguru's tongue trickling down to slurp up every single drop, not letting any of it go to waste. it leaves your throat raw and your eyes stinging with tears.

Suguru pushes your panties back into place as you catch your breath, he stands and runs his big hands up and down your sides. his breathing ragged, his cheeks flushed. You can see the bulge in his pants, the unmistakable outline of his erection pressing against the fabric. His eyes dart down to it, then back to yours, and for a moment, you wonder if he expects you to reciprocate, to ease his own ache. But you're too caught up in the aftermath of your own release, your body still humming with sensation. he speaks interrupting your thought train on what to do next.

"y/n.. im sorry but- i just- I cant be just your best friend after this" he gives you a serious look as his hand finally settles on your hips and pushes himself flush against you, trapping you in between him and the stall wall.

You bring your hands to cup his face that was recently buried into your neck as he tried his hardest to not grind into you, he needed to have this conversation before the two of you did anything else. "sugu.." you hesitate on what to say next, know you should choose your words carefully.

"I know," you whispered, your voice a hoarse confession. "I don't want you to just be my best friend either."

Suguru's grip tightened on your hips, his eyes searching yours for the truth of your words. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin. "What are we then?" The question hung heavy in the air, charged with a need for an answer that neither of you had prepared for.

You swallowed hard, tasting the salt of your own sweat and the lingering flavor of his kiss. "We're…more." You didn't know how to define it, but the word slipped out like a promise that had been waiting to be made.

He closed the distance between you, his mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was as desperate as it was hungry. His tongue invaded, tasting you, exploring every corner of your mouth as if trying to find the words he couldn't say. Your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax as he devoured you.

When he pulled away, you were both panting. He rested his forehead against yours, his eyes searching yours with a vulnerability you hadn't seen in him before. "Are you sure?"

You nodded, the truth in your eyes as clear as the desire in his. "I want this, sugu. I want you."

His smile grew "Good," he murmured, "Because I've wanted this for so long." He stepped back, giving you room to breathe. "But not here," he said, his voice a gentle rumble as he shakes his head. "Not like this."

You nodded again, understanding that he was right. This was a moment that needed more than a dirty bathroom stall. It needed a bed, candles, maybe some music that didn't make your eardrums bleed. It needed to be special.

Suguru took your hand, leading you out of the stall and into the cacophony of the club. The lights were a blur around you, the people a sea of moving bodies that didn't matter. All you could focus on was the heat of his hand and the promise of what was to come.

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