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Academic Rivals (Pt. 2)

SUMMARY: Geto realizes he messed up- and wants to apologize so bad. So he takes you to an empty classroom and shows you how bad he really feels.

WARNING: Smut, PIV, dirty talk, pet names (baby. slut, whore)

NOTES: This is really short, but a part 2 of academic rivals because I wanted more >:)

PART 1

It’s been over a week and Geto hasn’t changed whatsoever. He’s still his same cocky self, his scores still perfect, happily holding them up for you to see. Of course, you played along for the first three classes- but after that you wondered if he just saw you as some hookup.

Everytime he tried talking to you, all you could remember is that fucked out face, the feeling of his long hair between your fingers, and that sultry tone he gave you throughout the entire time.

But he seemed fine.

Other than that, everything else was pretty normal. You and Kei, which you called Yakazaki now, were getting really cute and you couldn’t deny it- he was pretty cute. He’s pretty shy, but all over he’s very sweet and has become a bit.. Flirty with you.

“I got a 90 this time,” he said, smiling at you, “your tutoring really helped- thank you.”

You cheered. “That’s so good!” A sense of pride and excitement raced in your heart as you looked at his pretty face and smiled- completely missing the dirty look that Geto gives the two of you, the familiar pang of jealousy in his heart.

How can you move on like nothing happened? He wondered to himself, his hand gripping on his pen as he tried to focus on his notes. He did all of that to fix everything that happened, and you’re back to how you were before, ignoring him and talking to that fucking loser.

Class finished and the two of you left class, chatting about something random. You watched him smile and laugh, your heart fluttering momentarily.

“Hey, I have a question for you,” Kei suddenly said, turning to fully face you.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” You couldn’t help but feel nervous- what happened? Did you mess up with him?

“You didn’t do anything,” he said, shaking his head, “I just want to ask.. Do you like me..?”

You froze. How did he know? Did he not like you back? Why was he asking this question?!

“W-well, uhm..” you swallow nervously. Fuck it- you only live once. “I do, yeah..”

Kei stood there, stunned. “Oh wow..” he muttered, ears going pink, “well, I like you back..”

Your jaw went slack, and before you could speak, his warm, soft lips captured yours in a soft, tender kiss. You instantly melted, kissing him back almost nervously.

Geto had seen it all. He stood at the end of the short hallway, eyes wide, heart broken, and pure rage and jealousy as he watched. Yakazaki ran off somewhere, leaving you awe-struck and pink in the cheeks. Something that he should be doing- not some kid you met three months ago.

What the fuck was wrong with you?! He just fucked you a few weeks ago- now you were going around and kissing some boy?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

You looked over at him, seeing him silently fume only a few strides away from you. You froze, eyes going wide.

“Geto..?” You muttered, covering your mouth.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He asked, storming up to you and grabbing your arm, yanking you into an empty hallway. “You’re a fucking slut- y’know that? You go around and fuck whoever you want to- I shoulda never took you up to my room. What is wrong with you?!”

“What are you going on about!” You snapped, “you didn’t even bat an eye at me- you treated me like a fling, Geto!”

He scoffed.

“I didn’t think you cared-”

“Well I did! You acted like you moved on- so I did the same!” You said, your eyes going glossy, “It meant so much when you did that- fuck! For the first few days, I thought you actually wanted to be my boyfriend!”

Geto fell silent. Had you really thought that..? Now he felt bad.

“Baby..” he muttered, cupping your cheek in his hand, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek, “I didn’t know you thought that way..”

“Well I did!” You snapped bitterly, your voice wobbly, “Fuck you- I look like a crybaby now!”

He hummed, pulling you close and kissing you- making sure to wipe off the filth that that other kid put on your lips. You instantly kissed back, missing the perfect fit your lips had on eachother.

He pulled back, humming at your lidded expression. “Baby, let me make it up to you? Let me apologize-”

Geto huffed, pressing your front onto the whiteboard, rutting into you with that scarily fast pace, making your mind go numb.

“Baby- I’m so sorry,” he panted, his fingers rubbing small circles on your clit, his breath fanning on the back of your shoulder, “I’m so sorry baby.. Didn’t know you thought of me that way..”

You could barely register his apologies anymore, the only thing you can think of being how good he feels, shoving his dick into your cunt repeatedly, making your back arch against him more, ripping another moan out of your kissed out lips.

“Sugu..” you muttered out, weakly pressing your hand onto his stomach, trying to stop him. You could feel his sinister smile from behind you.

“Jus’ cum one more baby, then I’ll let you go, m’kay? I wanna show you how bad I really feel..” He huffed, somehow picking up the pace just a little bit more.

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[sopfiista]

Academic Rivals

SUMMARY: You hated him. He was a dick- constantly showing off his perfect grades. All you knew him ass was the cocky son of a bitch in your psychology class- until it all changes and he shows you what he really wants.

WARNINGS: Smut, explicit smut, sexual themes (piv, fingering), vulgar language, dirty talk, pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart, whore)

NOTES: Finally proofread- so there shouldn't be any mistakes. If there are- oopsies!!

PART 2

Your blood boiled- your skin crawled. Everything in your mind and body reacted badly to Geto Suguru- that smug asshole in your psychology class- the one class you genuinely enjoyed. Sure, the teacher was really fucking strict, but the class was enjoyable and it was pretty simple.

Yet, Geto seemed to make it the shittiest place on earth.

Currently, you sat in the back of class as usual, Geto a few rows ahead, and the teacher went on about the current essay about to be passed out.

One thing you liked about your psychology teacher was that they printed out the essays then tallied what was wrong and right in red ink, then would hand them out. The suspense was what you lived for after submitting those over the top essays he would force you to write.

This time though- you were confident. You had made this essay perfect- no side tracking, no spelling errors, no grammar mistakes. All citations were put, the sites she used put at the bottom (most ending with ‘.org’), and it was neat, tidy, and overall the perfect essay. You had put your heart, soul, and stressed tears into that essay and if you didn’t get a perfect score, you were going to scream.

The thick pile of papers in the professor's hands had gone down slowly, each student being called up to collect their graded assignment- a few with disappointed looks, but a few with satisfied grins- one of them being Geto Suguru. The teacher had even patted his shoulder and told him he did good.

That shit eating grin was going to fall the second you got your perfect marks for this essay.

As the pile slowly went down, your mind seemed to race. Did you not submit it? You swear you did. You distinctly remember standing up and hugging your roommate- sobbing into their shoulder.

You silently thanked Shoko- then silently prayed to God that your paper was at least the last on the pile.

Name by name, essay by essay, the stack lessened and lessened. Your heart sunk closer and closer to your ass.

Every now and then, you’d see Geto look back at you with a sharp, excited grin. You glare at him and he’d turn, grinning like a kid at a candy store.

The last essay was held in his hands. Finally.

You sat up in your seat, ready to hear your name.

“Yakazaki Kei- come get your paper please,” the teacher said. A kid stood up and walked to the front, taking his paper with a deflated sigh before sitting back down in his spot in the front.

No.

No.

This can't be right.. Where was your essay?!

“Mr. Matsuzaki..” You said, raising your hand. The old teacher turned and nodded. “Where’s my essay?”

The class went silent for what felt like forever before he spoke.

“It’s at the front. I wish to talk to you after class,” he said, turning and sitting down before projecting the slide show onto the smartboard.

He stood up and started his lecture, but his voice was drowned out by your thoughts.

After class… he wanted to speak after class…

Was the world getting longer? Why did you feel so dizzy..

You blinked and looked back at the board. You could feel Geto’s smugness suffocate the room. It was so hot in here- when did the heat get turned up?

The class rolled by slowly, your mind questioning everything.

Soon, it finally ended and you quickly stood, bag over your shoulder, and walked to his desk. You had seen Geto’s smug look as he held up his perfect essay- you wanted to punch him so bad, but you didn’t.

You kept your head high and walked to the front, standing in front of his desk as students filed out, some looking at you in pity.

Soon the room was empty and it was just you, Mr. Matsuzaki, and the clicking sound of his keyboard.

The silence was long and scary.

He finally stopped typing and pulled something out from his filing cabinet, setting it onto the table, the words facing you.

You took it in your shaky hands, reading over the work. This was your essay…

And it had extra credit points.

You nearly cried seeing that- it was too good to be true.

“Your work was stunning,” he started, seeing your relieved face, “you’ve improved this year, and I’m genuinely impressed with you. No sidetracking, no spelling mistakes, no grammar errors.. And it’s all perfectly written. It’s some of the best work I’ve seen from you- and anybody.”

You nodded. “Thank you-” you choked out, “You have no idea how much this means to me. I’ve never worked so hard on a paper-”

He hummed. “Good. Let’s keep it that way, and you’ll expect great things coming from this class. I’ll see you next class- you’re dismissed.”

You bowed and left the classroom, the door shutting with a soft click.

You leaned against the door and sighed, biting your lip as you smiled down at the paper. A 102% on your paper, a more than perfect score.

You walk down the hallway and soon see Geto- obviously waiting for you. You grin. A chance to show off to him is like a once in a lifetime.

He took notice of you and raised an eyebrow.

“You seem happy,” he said blandly, tucking his phone into his pocket. “Let’s see the score,”

You held it out for him and he scoffed.

“A 102 percent? That old piece of shit never gives off marks like that,” he scoffed, “you give him head or something?”

You gave him a disgusted look.

“What the fuck?” you say in utter shock, “Unlike you, I’m not a whore. I don’t give head to teachers who are four times my age.”

He rolled his eyes. “No need to defend yourself- I understand. You’ll do anything to be the perfect student, won't you hun?”

You scoff. “Like I said, I dont give brain to random dudes. I’m not a whore like you.”

He smirked. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.”

You groaned and stormed off, tired of his stupid bullshit.

You sat in your spot like normal, phone in your hand as you blasted music into your airpods. You hum contently, entirely ignoring Geto as he walks into the class.

Soon, the class starts and you look over- someone not too far from you taking a spot only a few chairs down.

You shoot them a friendly smile, but get nothing in return. Rude.

You try to get a better look, but that stupid hoodie is in the way of their face…

You sigh and turn back to the lecture, resting your chin onto your palm, stealing glances at them every now and then.

Every class now, you try to gain his attention. You smile at him, ask questions about the lecture, and sometimes engage in conversation. The boy, who you learned was named Yakazaki, was a pretty chill guy. He wanted to work in marketing, so he started doing psychology for marketing, which was interesting.

The two of you chatted on your way out of class, your tests in your hand.

“I got a fucking 80 percent!” Yakazaki groaned angrily. You laughed, shaking your head.

“It’s a good score, what are you talking about?” You said, grinning at him.

“Shut up. You got 98 percent.” He scoffed teasingly. You smiled and shrugged.

“Guess I did,” you teased back. Yakazaki huffed, then changed the subject.

Someone called your name, making you turn. Your face fell into an annoyed expression to see Geto looking at you with a smug grin.

“Whatcha get?” He asked, looking at your test.

“98 percent,” you said blandly. He scoffed out a laugh.

“Awee, that’s a shame,” he said, dangling his perfect 100 percent paper in front of your face. You looked at it, then back at him, then at Yakazaki, who was waiting for you.

“Okay… cool,” you said, turning and walking back to Yakazaki.

“What was that about?” He asked. You shrugged.

“We used to compare tests- I feel like it’s kind of stupid now,” you said, tucking your paper into your bag. He hummed and nodded.

Geto stood there, dumbfounded and hurt, looking at you two walk off. Jealousy and anger ranged in his veins. He wanted to grab you by the ponytail and yell at you- who the fuck was the dude anyways?!

At some point, the two of you broke apart on your separate ways- letting Geto finally talk to you. He called your name loud enough for you to hear- but you ignored him. He could feel you roll your eyes.

She caught up to you, calling your name again and grabbing your arm.

You turned your head and glared at him.

“Can you leave alone today?!” You snapped angrily, pulling your arm from his grasp. Geto scoffed.

“Who the fuck is that?!” He snapped back. You rolled your eyes at him.

“That’s none of your business-”

“So you just go around and sell your body to men now, huh? First the old shit that teaches us- now him? And you’re calling me the whore.” He scoffed. He didn’t know why he said that, maybe because he was jealous and angry, but he couldn't care less.

“I’m fucking tired of you-” you huff, “I don’t know what the hell is up with you- what we did was just a little inside joke- I can move on if I want-”

“To become a slut?” he scoffed. You glowered at him.

“He’s my friend-”

“Oh, don’t start that bullshit with me.”

“Shut the fuck up Geto! I don’t want to fucking talk to you anymore- leave me alone!” You yell, storming off. Geto watched you leave, clenching his jaw. You really knew how to get under his skin, didn’t you?

For this next week, you entirely ignored Geto. Every teasing call of your name, every look shot at you, every time he tried to talk to you- you just ignored him and denied him any attention he so desperately wanted.

You focused most of your time and attention to Yakazaki, chatting and growing your friendship with him over these past few weeks. He was a really sweet person and treated you better then Geto could and would ever.

Speaking of Geto, he had finally given up after the second week of this sudden change of attitude you had been giving him. Actually, you hadn’t really thought of him recently. Was he still passing this class like before? Probably.

You now sat in your dorm, on call with Yakazaki as you two chatted about something random.

Shoko walked in, texting someone. She shut the door with her foot and looked up at you. You smiled and ended the call.

“Hey baby,” you grinned at her and slid off the bed, “you get any response ‘bout the party?”

She nodded. “Yup. You sure you wanna go? That’s Suguru’s frat. It’s kinda risky.”

You laughed. “I don’t care. I don’t have any work for once, and I’m bored.” Shoko nodded, a smug grin on her lips.

“Good. ‘Kay then, get ready,” she said. You hummed and did as she said, pulling out some skirt you had laying around and pulled on a rhinestone studded top. You looked at the mirror and hummed, fixing your hair and sighing.

You turned to Shoko, who was wearing a pair of low rise jeans and a baby tee- how Shoko.

“Awe! You look too cute!” You coo, smiling at her. She grins and gives you a once over.

“Mhm. You look good too. You ready to leave? Utahime is waiting,” Shoko said, looking at her phone. You gasp.

“Duhh! If ‘Hime is coming, I’m good,” You grin and practically skip out, Shoko hot on your heels, chuckling.

The three of you meet and walk to the Frat, which isn’t too far. Shoko had lit a cigarette the second they had all left the campus.

“I’m so excited!” Utahime cheered, fixing her skirt, “and we’re matching- kinda. But like, we’re both wearing skirts! But your is pleated,”

You hum, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk. “Honestly, I just found something and put it on.” you snort. Utahime laughed.

“M’kay,” she rolled her eyes, “Ooh! I see the frat house!” She cheered, pointing to the house.

You look and see it yourself- people on the lawn, some entering the house. Wow, it was full.

You enter and instantly, Utahime runs off after seeing some of her friends. You scoff, now holding Shoko’s hand.

“Wow,” Shoko said, “I knew she was gonna run off sometime- but that was quick.”

You both laugh and walk through the crowd to find the drinks. You soon find a cooler outside and you both pop a can of beer, chatting away as you drink, the buzz of alcohol merely as a background feeling.

Soon, Shoko runs off, seeing one of her smoking buddies calling her over about weed. You sigh and walk back inside, finding a corner to just scroll through your phone.

But, in the large crowd of people, Geto finds you. He knew you were there but wasn’t really looking for you exclusively. But, the second he saw you- he needed to say something about your recent attitude.

He called for you in the crowd- and of course you did hear him, your attention not even straying from your phone.

He now stood in front of you, poking your forehead.

“Hey, we needa talk.” He said, feeling his anger already boiling in his blood. How could your face alone piss him off?

“Leave me alone,” you said, grumbling at him and focusing on your phone again. He scoffed.

“Stop being a fucking bitch. We need to talk.” He said again. “.. upstairs.”

You looked up at him and gave him a look. “I’m not fucking you, Geto. I’m not a fucking slut.”

He scoffed, grabbing your arm and yanking you forward. You stumble into his arm and glare up at him.

“What are you-” And you’re tugged up the stairs, his teeth gritting together as you tried to fight him, yelling and even throwing your drink at him, trying to stop him.

“Stop fucking fighting.” He said, opening the door to his room and shoving you inside. You glowered at him.

“You can't just do that, Geto-” You’re breath leaves your lungs the second his lips press against yours, his hand on your jaw.

At first, it’s more to shut you up, then it becomes more passionate, his lips molding against yours so perfectly- so perfectly you can deny him access when his tongue grazes over your bottom lip.

You groan into the kiss, tilting your head, arms wrapping around his neck, his arms finding your ass and squeezing it. You sigh against his lips, your tongues dancing before you separate, a string of saliva connecting onto both your mouths.

Next thing you know, you’re on his bed, his arms on your waist as he kisses and bites your neck and shoulders.

“Look at you..” he cooed, sitting up and looking over the bruises he left, “who knew you were like this, huh? So needy.. And I’ve barely even touched you.”

You grunted at his teasing. “You’re a fucking dick.”

He chuckled, his hands teasing the hem of your shirt. He ignored the rude comment and discarded the piece of clothing. You sat up a bit and unclipped your bra, tossing it off the bed somewhere. Geto laughed, his rough hands cupping your breasts, his calloused thumbs feeling your nipples, giving them both a teasing pinch.

You bit your lip and tightened your eyebrows. 'This was all so pathetic- if I had a clearer mind, this wouldn’t be happening.'

You keep telling yourself, even though you had only half a can of beer.

Geto merely watched with that cat-like gaze, his lips slotted between his teeth, a prominent grin on his lips.

“So pretty, baby,” he said, his voice an octave lower, “all for me, hmm?”

You sighed, laying your head back, looking fully up at him. His head lowered, his tongue giving your hardened nipple a teasing lick, making you jolt and gasp. He chuckled, wrapping his lips around the soft bud and pulling away with a pop.

He pinched your skirt and held it up, smirking at the stupid fabric.

“You’re wearing this the entire time, m’kay?” He said, even if his question was really a question. It was more a statement, or a warning. You couldn't tell which.

His slow, deliberate hands soon became a bit needier, pulling down your panties, a prize-winning grin on his face as he looked over your cunt, wet and excited all from him.

He chuckled, swiping a finger over the slit, inspecting the arousal that had built up so quickly.

“I’ve never seen someone so wet for me, not like you,” he said, putting the finger in his mouth, tasting you before pulling it out teasingly, “have you been wanting this for that long?”

You groaned impatiently, hips bucking and a pleading look in your eye. One you knew not many men can disagree on.

“Mm.. what a look. What do you want, baby? I can’t help you without words,” he said cheekily, his warm hand covering over your cunt, a silent promise in his actions.

“Geto..” you grumbled, sitting up a bit. A sudden wave of shyness washed over you, making him grin almost sadistically.

“My name doesn’t give me any hints baby,” he cooed, his over hand cupping your cheek. “I need words. Tell me what you want, and I promise I’ll give it to you, m’kay?”

You gave him a pleading look, a grin spreading even more. “I..” you paused, falling silent. He tilted his head, almost telling you to continue. “I.. I can’t..”

He hummed sadly, his hand pulling away from your cunt. “What a shame.” He said.

Your eyes widened. “Geto- I -” you choke out, almost needily, “please-”

“Baby, ‘please’ doesn’t get us anywhere,” he pouted, “use your words, then I’ll do anything you  want, ‘kay? You just gotta tell me,”

You wanted to cry from his teasing. This was all too embarrassing, but the way you almost knew this hands would work wonders in your cunt- fuck your dignity, you needed this and you needed it now.

“Geto please, I need you to- to finger me..” The last part you basically whispered, darting your eyes away.

He chuckled, stepping closer. “See? That wasn’t so hard, sweetheart, you got it out, and now I’ll give it to you.”

He grinned, taking your face into his hand and forcing you to look up. “I want you to watch, m’kay? I don't wanna miss any expressions, just so I know I’m doing good, m’kay?”

This was a sick, twisted game of his and he knew what he was doing. He knew too well.

Soon, the feeling of one of his thick fingers slowly prod into your entrance made you groan, your head lolling back as your lips parted. You could hear his sinister chuckle.

“Head up baby, or I’ll have to stop,” he demanded, stopping halfway. You whined like a bitch and looked up, pouting at him. Geto’s smirk was almost too much- you were halfway between pure bliss and purely crying out, and screaming at him to stop ogling at her like a prize.

His finger moved at a slow, burning pace, watching you with easygoing eyes. He knew what you wanted, but he wasn’t going to speed up until you said something.

“You okay, hun? You look.. Unsatisfied..” he said, looking at you with a soft, loving gaze. You wanted to choke him and kill him. “If you want something, just tell me, m’kay?”

You glowered at him, making him chuckle. He knew you couldn’t speak- but this was too much. He was literally grazing that sweet spot with the pad of his thumb- he just needed to speed up a bit and curl his finger- and she’d cum.

“Please- oh my God-” even at this small pace, it felt good, but not enough, “faster.. Please..”

Geto chuckled. “Is that what you want?” he asked, “you’re so needy,” but he did as he was asked, his finger speeding up at the perfect pace, “anything else, baby?”

You groaned. It was perfect- holy shit. “Curl-” you moaned, gripping the sheets. He was going a bit too fast- but he just needs to- “your finger- curl it-”

He hummed, his middle finger curling forward, his sly eyes watching you fall apart so easily.. “Like this? Is it good?”

You moaned, arching your back into his hand, your head rolling back.

“Look at me, hun, I need to see how it feels for you,” he reminded you, tapping your knee. You looked up, panting as you flew on cloud nine. His finger pumped into you at a fast pace, the same, sly grin on his face.

“Is this perfect baby? Anything more?” He asked.

“I-” you jolted, gripping the sheets, “another one-”

He tilted his head in that stupid innocent way, a fake confused expression on his face. “Another one what? I don’t understand.”

“Finger.” you finished. How could he pretend to be so stupid and pump his finger in your cunt at the same time-

“AH-!” You yelled out, feeling the stretch of another finger entering your needy cunt, sucking right in. He chuckled.

“My my,” he said lowly, “I can feel that grip you got- sucking my fingers in so good,” he hummed, watching the way you squeezed his fingers. He chuckled at that, his teasing gaze burning into your pretty little pussy.

“Geto-” His head looked up, like a lost puppy before pouting.

“You’re all spread out in my bed, my fingers shoved into your pussy, and you’re still calling me ‘Geto’?” He scoffed, “stop being so formal. Call me Suguru darling. Let me hear it,”

The coil in your stomach began to tighten, your lips falling apart as your eyebrows knitted together, your moans becoming more drawn out frequently.

“S-ss.. Suguru-!” You moaned out shamelessly, your body twitching.

“Look at me darling,” he cooed, cupping your jaw in his free hand, “I wanna watch you cum, mm?”

That tone- fuck that stupid tone- but you’ve never finished so hard, your eyes fuzzing up, your cunt spasming, and your heartrate pickup up as the the most gutrenching, earth shattering orgasm ripped out of your body. Your mind went blank as you still felt those fingers slowly pull you through your orgasm, his soft voice cooing as he watched your fucked out face twitch and contrort.

“Look at you, all pretty from just my fingers,” he cooed, pulling his hand away from your spent cunt, holding them up to his gaze. His fingers were all glossed over from your cum. He licked up the mess happily before standing right infront of your cunt, leaning forward to ‘inspect’ it. “Mm.. she still droolin’ baby.. Gotta clean her up well,”

You, still too dazed to understand what he’s saying, just hum in agreement.

He grins, falling to his knees and scooping up your thighs, and licking a thick stripe of your cum onto his tongue. You shriek, jolting from overstimulation.

“Sugu-RU!” You scream, his mouth now fully over your cunt, sucking the cum right out of your hole. You cry as he licks and slurps your core dry, moaning like mad from just your taste.

You watched as his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping the fat of your thighs as he continued his meal.

“Ah-! I- Suguru! I- ‘s to much!” You whined, gripping the sheets tight. He hummed and pulled away, licking his glossed over lips and smile on his mouth.

“You taste so good baby,” he hummed, flattening out your skirt, “but I gotta have my way with her now, hmm?”

You nod, eyebrows twisting up.

Geto chuckles lowly, his hands quickly finding his way to his belt and struggling to pull it open. Where did the patient, oh so innocent Suguru go? She chuckled at the thought.

He quickly yanked out his belt, pulling his shirt over his head and yanking down his pants and boxers needily.

“Look at you,” you slurred, still a bit dumb in the brain, “all needy ‘n shit,”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “Thought I fingered that mouth outta ya,” he said, stroking his thick cock a few times, a bead of precum dripping out of the tip, “do I gotta fuck it outta you too?”

You nodded scooting up the bed a bit. He chuckled and pulled himself onto the soft mattress, pulling you towards him. He eyed the skirt, a grin on his face.

His hand still on his cock, he guided it to your hole, drenching the tip in what remained of your orgasm, his eyes lidded and excited. His hands pushed your legs by your thighs onto your chest, his tip prodding your entrance.

“You good?” he asked. You nodded, rubbing your lips together. He hummed and pushed in, his jaw instantly going slack as his tip got sucked in so easily, a groan erupting from his chest.

“F..ffuck..” he breathed out, “she’s so tight-” he pushed in more, watching as your eyes rolled back, your mouth wide open from the stretch. He chuckled.

“Thought I stretched her out enough,” he said with a grin. You glared at him lazily.

He bottomed out, watching and waiting for you to give him the signal.

“F..” you sighed, getting used to the stretch. “Mm.. okay..”

Please. Please have that be the yes. Suguru silently begged. His mind was going crazy and his self control was on its final limb.

“Suguru- please-” You choked out, nodding quickly. Fuck, that’s all he needed-

He slowly dragged his cock from her tight hole, watching how it practically begged him to push back in- and he listened. He listened well.

His hips snapped back in, watching your face as you gasped. He hummed in satisfaction, repeated the slow pull out and the quick snap of his hips inward- watching your mind go blank already.

“Baby we’ve just started and you’re already so drunk.. You like this cock, huh?” he asked, guiding her legs to go around his waist. You nodded wordlessly, your hand coming up to his cheek, slowly pulling his bun free, watching his inky hair fall over his face- his dark eyes watching you.

This felt so intimate- too intimate. His cock buried so deep into your cunt, watching you as your hands threaded through his hair.

The moment was stopped short when he spoke in that soft tone.

“You’re killin’ me baby,” he muttered, “if I move- dunno if I can stop..”

You hummed. “Then don't,”

A long groan fell from his open lips, his eyebrows twisting upward. He pulled you close, his face burrowing into your neck before moving- and when he did- you were brought to cloud nine in seconds.

His hips pulled in and out like an animal, only fixing himself upward to hit into you deeper- into that spongy spot he had fingered so easily. You moaned loudly, hands threading through his long black hair, begging.. Begging.

“Suguru-! Yes- yes, oh my God-” you cried out, tears rolling down your cheeks from the mind numbing sensation.

He muttered curses into her neck, holding her tightly to him, chanting your name like a blessing.

He pulled back, arms resting by your head as he looked at you, his eyes hazy and mind foggy, panting as he looked at you so deeply.

Your hands pulled away from his hair, watching it fall down his shoulders.

You gasped softly, your back arching from the bed as you groaned, feeling your orgasm climb too quickly.

“Open your mouth.” He demanded. You did as you were told, opening your mouth. His spit, directly into your mouth, and shut your jaw closed. “Swallow.”

“Sugu-” The nickname spilled from you so smoothly, eyes fluttering as you moaned, each thrust jolting you upward as your orgasm neared- his was slowly approaching too.

“Ff..fuck you..” he groaned, hand on your neck as he harshly thrusted into your drooling cunt. He watched as the last thought left your mind, the only thing remaining being ‘please’ and ‘yes’. He chuckled, his own mind a bit foggy from how tight your cunt was squeezing his dick- he didn’t think he was gonna last.

“Where d’ ya want it baby?” He asked, silent begging you’d say in.

“Huh?” You responded, blinking dumbly. Shit, he fucked you stupid.

“Where do you want me t’ cum?” He repeated.

“Oh my God- In- baby, in!” She cried, back lifting from the bed as she came. 

“Sugu-RU! FffuCK!” You cried out, body thrashing as he pushed you through the orgasm, moaning out from the grip your cunt had on his cock, his hips never slowing down from the brutal pace he set.

You sobbed, tears rolling down your eyes as the overstimulation became too much, your hand grasping onto his wrist.

“Please- I cant-” you choked, begging him to stop. His hips seemed to snap harder into you, the once neat, precise thrusts become more sloppy, his form messy as he moaned and panted, so so close to sweet release.

“‘M so close baby, so close,” he promised, pulling close and kissing you, a groan ripping through his mouth, slamming into your sensitive cunt one last time, his white hot orgasm searing through his body as he pumped his cum your spent hole thoroughly.

You moaned into the kiss, the feeling of being full in that sense being so foreign to you. Thank God for birth control pills.

Suguru pulled back, pulling his limp cock from her cunt and looking at your cunt spit out his cum. He hummed contently, kissing your knee softly before standing up and walking into the bathroom.

You sighed, laying back and resting your legs. You had cum before- but not like that.

Suguru came back, a towel in his hand. He softly cleaned you up, cooing on how good you did and how pretty you looked, kissing your tears before letting you sleep.

And you passed out fast.

Word Count: 5k

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FOUND FAMILY

I literally love this show and am low key obsessed. Then I thought about writing something cute abt Mob. NOTHING SEXUAL CUZ THAT BOY IS LIKE THIRTEEN

Mob didn’t have those special family friendships. Sure, he had his actual family, but he yearned for an actual friendship that made you comfortable with.

He guessed Reigen was one… but he was more like a teacher, not a family member.

There was you, of course, but Mob never really thought you liked him. You hung out with him a lot, but you were mech more popular and charismatic than him. You probably didn’t even see him as a close friend.

Today was like any other day after school. You had your little after school classes and he had his body-fitness club. Like usual, you would wait for him after your class by the exit, texting on your phone or chatting with a few friends.

Today you were by yourself, which made Mob feel a lot better. He liked it when it was only you and him.

You seemed to notice him before he could call out to you, looking up and smiling.

You shoved your phone into your pocket and jogged up to him.

“Hey mob!” You said, giving him your toothy grin, like usual.

“Hi…” he said, giving you a tiny smile.

“How was class?” You asked, making conversation.

“It was okay… I’m just a bit tired…” he sighed, flattening his messed up hair a bit. You laughed behind your hand.

“That club does that to ya,” you said, shrugging, “can I tell you about my club?”

Mob nodded. He liked your voice, so he let you talk.

“Well, my book club started a new book, which is really exciting!” You said, beaming at him, “I don’t remember the book… but it’s about some wizard boy or whatever… it’s really good though!”

You went on about the book, also informing him about some drama going on between your two friends and some other things.

A warm blanket of comfort washed over him as he listen to you talk, making sure to stay slow so the walk would finished later.

“- and yeah,” you sighed, “and that Tanaka girl is still asking me to ask you about your brother,”

Mob hummed, nodding. He had put his hands into his pockets, fingers gripped around his phone. He was a bit jealous of what she had said…

“But I told her no. Like straight up! You told me to stop being so nice a be a bit straightforward… so I did!” You laughed, shaking her head, “so thank you for the advice. If she comes up to you, you say no, okay?”

Mob hummed, nodding.

“Yeah…” he said, knowing he would do the complete opposite. He hated being rude to people and making them sad.

“Tell me about your day,” you said, turning to him.

Mob looked over at you, a bit shocked. “Uhm… well…” he said, thinking, “nothing has happened recently… I took off work today, somehow, but that’s about it.”

You hummed.

“Yeah… your boss has always seemed a bit shady to me…” you mumbled, “but, if you’re happy, then that’s all that matters!”

Mob stayed silent, feeling his chest bloom in happiness. He had been told that by a few people, but not many. Usually it was Reigen, who would say it half-heartedly.

But yours was genuine.

Mob just looked at you, standing still. You had stopped, asking if he was okay. He was. He was very okay.

He had found someone who never judged him. Someone who would defend him without him there. Someone he could trust completely.

He had finally found his family.

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unpopular opinion: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley isn’t a sex god. He’s probably not had sex more than once or twice in his life. Pairing with his trauma of abuse + being sexually assaulted, man is probably haphephobic

It probably takes him a long time to get comfortable with someone enough to become touchy with them. And for your first time, he probably needs a lot of comfort + breaks because his repressed trauma would be taking a lot out of him mentally and emotionally

im tired of seeing ‘oo big dom daddy ghost’ when soft ghost content is right there and canonically more likely to be accurate

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When you know, you know

If you want a part 2, I’m happy to give you one 😋😋 (pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease)

You walked down the busy streets of Tokyo, music playing in your ears. Your native language was English, but moving to Japan and learning the language was one of the greatest things you’ve done.

You made friends, gotten a great job, and learned about so much.

You listened to an American artist, Lana Del Ray. The song was Margret.

You hummed the lyrics softly, making your way to the subway, your sweater sleeves going over your hands.

The winter breeze was nice. It make your cheeks blush and your nose cute, so you enjoyed it. Although, you wished you brought your scarf.

There was a particular area, just before the subway, which was a bit emptier.

The world seemed to go slow when you locked eyes with beautiful dark purple eyes, seeming to stare you down. They were slim and tired, carried by a tired face and hollowed out cheeks.

Your lips parted, eyes widening and and heart racing. You slowed down your even paced walk. The breeze hit you perfectly, your hair blowing behind you to get a look at the stranger.

He seemed to look at you the same way, lips parted and eyes widened, his train of thought stopping.

His friend beside him, who was equally gorgeous and reminded you of the snow, poked his neck, making the world speed up again. Just enough for you to barely make the step down the stairs to the train station.

Your heart plummeted, looking to get a glimpse of that stranger again. The crowd seemed to catch up and block your view of the beautiful stranger.

Wow. He was one of the prettiest men you’d seen in your entire life…

You crossed your fingers and sighed, silently praying you would see him again. You had never felt so right seeing someone…

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Fukoo'shi Clan

This is entirely fan-made and this doesn't exist in the real Jujustu Kaisen world, but I love making stuff like this. If you ever want a bit more detail or more background to this specific clan, just tell me and I'll happily make more.

The History of the Fukoo’shi clan…

The Fukoo’shi clan is a very ancient clan, existing from the times curses were risen from the ground. The word Fukoo’shi originates from the Japanese word Fukushi, which means ‘double-vision’. Because of their absurd amount of eyes placed all over their bodies, the name is rather funny.

How the Fukoo’shi clan was created…

How did they come about? Well, since the clan has been around for a multitude of years, the main reason that the Fukoo’shi clan has become what they have was from human-monster relationships. Human desires vary from one to another. Some men and women had found ways to reproduce with these weird creatures, which had created the beginning of the Fukoo’shi clan.

Because of the weird human desires, the Fukoo’shi clan has been shunned for decades on decades for their weird looks and odd appearances.

Modern-Time…

In the modern world, the numbers of the Fukoo’shi clan has dropped since the war of Mukusaki, a murderous man of the Fukoo’shi clan who had run off to begin his own world. Since that war, and because of how the Fukoo’shi clan became a clan, they are very much looked down upon.

Many still live in the modern world, either as sorcerers or as ‘normal’ people around the world, littered in different places all over Asia. If you really look close enough you can tell the difference between a member of the Fukoo’shi clan and a real human being. I will get into that in a moment.

How to catch a Fukoo’shi clan member…

The Fukoo’shi clan is a clan of origins tied to cursed spirits, so of course, there are deformities to all of them. One of the most common ones is a deformity called ‘Senkensha’ or ‘seer’. These people have eyes littered all over their bodies, the most common spots found on their face, arms, hands, and legs. Sadly, the members are unable to see through their eyes, like you’d think they would. If they were to try, their vision would be foggy and unclear, so they never use the eyes for any type of seeing. But, they are able to control them to close, only allowing little eye slits to be visible on their skin if they were to go into public.

Another way to find a Fukoo’shi clan member is by their beauty. Somehow, the Fukoo’shi clan is very well known for having the most beautiful sorcerers. Perfect hair, symmetrical faces, and normally clear skin. Of course they are beautiful, but are they beautiful enough for you to get past the many thin, snake-pupil eyes staring you down everytime you move even an inch?

More to know

The odd thing about the Fukoo’shi clan is that it is very difficult to not sense them from far distances away. You can feel their very strong cursed energy from miles away. It becomes overbearing half of the time. But, they can also feel their cursed energy like a large amount of pressure pushed to their skull, unlike most sorcerers, who can only feel other cursed energy.

The Fukoo’shi clan is well known for its very traditional lifestyle. They are constantly seen wearing robes or kimonos like it’s normal attire and are usually overdressing to simple occasions.

They pray to an odd cursed-god named Yllotl, God of Torture. They pray to him to spare them and to give people who deserve punishment for the sins they have committed to keep the angry god content. The symbol is a diamond with a praying woman in the middle.

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Kyle Gaz Garrick fell off a damn helicopter, hang onto a fucking rope, shooting enemies upside down while the helicopter was moving like the coolest fucking character that he is and mfs still decide not to include him in 141 content. I'm convinced that none of them played the games cause I genuinely cannot understand if you played both MW1/MW2 and still decide not include Gaz. And before you cry that people don't have to include him if they don't want to, I know? That doesn't mean I can't express my thoughts on it.

"I don't know him that well" what?! You play BOTH games with Gaz, he's literally the character you know the MOST along with Price. But you know König who's part of the KorTac faction? And include him in 141 TF content but leave out THE 141 member?

The reason why I keep talking about this is because it's kinda concerning on a different level/weird undertones that go further than fiction/game when it comes to Gaz.

P.s: fucking hell, he's so fine it hurts my soul. Till the walls turn white and all oxygen leaves my brain.

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Study Buddies

literally just some awkward teens becomeing friends. No romance, nothin’ just friendly awkward stuff 🥹🥹 sadly, it’s very short

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You looked down at your book, reading though the words like you normally did, piano music playing in your ears.

You sat comfortably in an old red armchair, your legs swung over one side of the arm rests. You were silent. You enjoyed silence.

Across from you was your ‘friend’ Fushiguro Megumi. You weren’t sure if the two of you were friends, but it seemed he never had a problem with your presence… and you loved his.

Nothing but silence. He wouldn’t try bf talk to fill it and you wouldn’t either. It was like mutual respect, time away from your two other loud friends. They hated the little library, so this was your sanctuary.

Fushiguro sighed angrily, mumbling something under his breath as he wrote down notes on his paper. You looked up from your book, furrowing your eyebrows.

“… Is everything okay?” You asked, hating to cut the silence. You felt yourself cringe at your actions, now wishing to just have left it alone.

Fushiguro looked up at you, glaring at you softly before nodding.

“‘M fine.” He said sharply, hunching over his work more. You hummed and nodded, going back to your reading.

There was a long pause of awkward silence.

Why did you have to break it?!

You mentally cursed yourself out for a minute before Fushiguro’s voice spoke up again.

“I need… help…” he said, looking at you with his green eyes. You swear you couldn’t breathe for a second at the dazzling emerald colored eyes staring you down.

“Of- of course!” You nodded, shutting your book and sliding off of the chair and into the ground, next to Fushiguro.

“What’s bothering you?” You asked. Fushiguro held out the paper, pointing at a passage in the book.

“Gojo says that he talked to us about this technique… he never brought it up and it’s nowhere in the book…” he grumbled, “sometimes I want to punch him…”

You laughed. “If you can get past his infinity,” 

Fushiguro grumbled. “Still, I can’t find it and I need to fill out this paper before tomorrow…”

You hummed, scooting over to grab the thick book, flipping through the pages before getting to specific part of the book, deep diving into some of the most popular curse techniques.

“Here… it briefly talks about it on page 538, right under ‘the basic history of common curse techniques’.” You pointed to the page.

Fushiguro went red, glaring at the page. “… thanks…” he said bitterly. You laughed softly.

“Of course, Fushiguro,” you smiled.

He said something under his breath. You looked over at him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?”

Fushiguro went a bit redder.

“Call me Megumi.”

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Perfect Ending

WARNINGS!! -- Angst (not like Gege), mentions of death, death, mentions of depression, kinda just sad all over

Life seemed to flash before your eyes. Cold winter months with Geto, mugs full of hot chocolate, bundled up in thick blankets as you two chatted away, remembering the old times when you first started Jujutsu High.

Beautiful spring mornings with Shoko, online shopping for pretty floral dresses for Instagram photos you two could post with one another, finding the cutest sandals and big bows for your hair.

Summer months spent with Gojo as the two of you played with water guns and threw water balloons at each other. As Geto and Shoko watched, laughing loudly as you screamed, Gojo’s water balloon splattering all over your favorite shirt.

Those were the days. You missed them so dearly. You wished you could go back. A small smile tugged on your face. How could you forget?

Last fall- the fall you met the wonderful trio. Megumi, Nobara… and Yuji. Yuji was like a little light in this horrible world, yet he doesn’t know how destructive he is. Like a ticking time bomb. Yet, he was confident that he would be okay.

And that same fall, your life seemed to break apart. That fall, you went on a mission, being wished good luck from friends and off you went, with Nanami, to go and figure out the disruption a few cities away.

That was the day you lost your last string to stay in this world. The things you’ve seen that day- it still made a shiver go down your spin, sprouting goosebumps over your skin. The day you lost mobility.

Blood, crying, and searing hot pain in your legs was all you really remembered… and a small part of you breaking. You couldn’t go on from there.

You had already spiraled into some sort of depression, ever since around this time last year, but you kept a high head for your friends, family, and for your own sake. You couldn’t carry the burden of this anymore.

How sad. It was horrible to know that he was going to be the ending of this earth. You sighed, pulling a hand through your messy hair, pulling through the small tangles that had accumulated.

Your pen made neat writing onto the small slip of paper on your desk. Not too far stood a gun. It was soon to be your demise.

Why were you doing this? Why did you have to come to an end?

You felt a tear slip down your face and drop onto the paper. Why were you crying? There wasn’t a reason to cry… you were finally getting your release. You’ve already had a bounty over your head for millions of yen… Why should you be crying?

You read through your note, each paragraph specifically for each person. You sobbed softly, reading over Gojo’s little letter, separate from him…

You glanced at the gun a few feet away from you, your hands shaking as you wheeled yourself to the dresser, a large mirror covering the doors of your closet. You wanted your last vision to be yourself.

As you glanced over your face, a small sprout of joy seemed to bloom in your chest. You were pretty. Who knew you were pretty? Why did you care for your looks so much? You were gorgeous- almost too stunning for anyone to say otherwise. Your skin was perfect, your eyes were pretty, your cheeks seemed to mold perfectly with the shape of your face…

You were stunning.

Sighing softly, you glanced at your letters.

Gojo’s sat open on your desk. You knew he would be arriving soon.

I’ve never been more proud to consider you my only family in this cruel, fucked up world. I hope you live your best years after this. I love you, brother.

Pulling the gun to your head, you felt the cold steel of the barrel touch your temple.

You took a deep breath in, feeling your heartbeat rapidly.

You could hear soft footsteps come your way, the normal coo of your name making your head fog. He was here already?

3… you sighed softly

2… the steps came closer, the normal sing-song voice of Gojo making you smile

1… maybe he was the perfect thing to look at last. Maybe he was your last look on earth before you left it

“Hey, are you gonna answer me, stupid?” The normal tuft of white hair came into view, looking at you with those pretty diamond eyes. He had made that promise- to never wear that stupid headband over his eyes… just for you.

BANG!

Hopefully, he wouldn't hate you for this.