sugusat

[sugusat]

cw: emetophobia. mentionned panic attack and intercourse. fluff. hurt/comfort. f!reader. not proofread

“Suguru, can you heat up my microwavable pad?”

“Sugu, can you get me some hair clips?”

“Sugu, can I have water?”

You thought you had it under control; being no stranger to bouts of panic and random waves of nausea, you’ve mastered the art of taking deep breaths and reassuring yourself that the nauseous feeling will eventually pass.

But, as strong as you are, everyone has moments of weakness.

After finally deciding to bite the bullet, you were able to contact a doctor to get a prescription for birth control. From painful period cramps to not wanting to have sex with a condom every time you and Suguru got under the sheets, it felt like the next step to take for your health. You wanted your birth control to help alleviate the cramps that left you bedridden for days and wanted to be able to be intimate with your boyfriend without the stress of possible pregnancy.

All things considered, it’s not like you were completely unaware of the possible side effects of birth control—the infamous pamphlet that could serve as a blanket is pretty hard to miss when you first unbox your prescription.

You’ve spoken to your girlfriends about how nervous you were to start birth control, and they were all as understanding and sweet as one would expect.

After a short pep talk with yourself and your bathroom mirror, you put the patch on your arm and were officially part of the twinkie crew, formerly a toaster strudel.

…in a couple of days. Your doctor informed you to avoid having intercourse without protection for at least five days to let your body acclimate itself to the hormones flowing through you thanks to the patch on your arm.

So now, instead of having a productive afternoon, you’re sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom with an empty bucket across of you alongside a cardboard box you meant to throw out that now serves as a makeshift table.

“Here you are, darling.” Suguru places the glass of water on your ‘table’, silently watching how you’re holding up. His gaze lingers on the small patch on your arm, anger boiling in his gut because how dare this piece of rubber hurt my girlfriend like this, but he holds off on removing your source of pain directly knowing that it'd do more harm than good. “How do you feel now?”

You can sense his eyes on you, but you feel so ashamed of yourself for being so panicky over vomiting that you refuse to sit up from your position, all hunched over your plastic emotional support bucket. “Still gross. M’ face feels... tingly.”

He crouches beside you, gently rubbing your back to soothe you. “Do you need me to get you anything else?”

You shake your head after a second of thought, busy focusing on your self-acupuncture massage on the insides of your wrists to think of whatever else could aid your discomfort.

Observing you, Suguru sighs lightly. He sits down on the ground properly and takes ahold of one of your arms himself to replace your thumb with his. Rubbing gentle but firm circles into your tendon, he applies light pressure, and watches your brows furrow in discomfort then relax ever so slightly.

“Focus on calming your heart rate, baby. Can you do that for me? Deep breaths,” he hums softly. Nodding weakly, you try to inhale slowly but a wave of nausea hits you. Your forehead bonks the edge of the bucket and you begin to—almost—hyperventilate.

Your face feels hot, you feel pressure building up your throat and you're shaking like a leaf. “Don’t look at me,” you whimper, weakly pushing Suguru’s face to look off to the side. He ignores your plea and brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re okay,” he muses. “This’ll pass like it always has. The nausea you feel isn’t any different from other times you’ve felt like throwing up; you always ended up fine.��� Suguru stops massaging your arm and places his hand on your cheek. You lean into him, feeling a wave of comfort come from your chest as you keen at the cold touch of his palm.

The corners of his lips curl upward. “Can you swallow?” he asks, bending down to take a proper look at your face.

You try, straightening your back and taking a deep breath before swallowing your saliva. Suguru hums, whispering a quiet good, relieved that you're able to cooperate.

“You know, my mom used to tell me that, if I ever felt nauseous, I should try swallowing. If I was physically able to swallow, then I would be fine.” He rubs his thumb over the apples of your cheek gently, watching your eyes crack open. “There’s my girl,” he hums with a smile.

Nuzzling into his palm, you groan quietly. "Don't look at me, I look gross," you huff. Through the anxiety and nausea, your heart swells at how attentive and patient Suguru is.

The sound of the television in the living room sounds distant from your little bubble with Suguru, lost in whatever trance he held you in. "You're okay," he reassures. "How do you feel now?"

Swallowing once again, you take a deep breath and adjust the heated pad on your abdomen. You take a minute to feel, repeating Suguru's comforting words in your groggy mind.

"I feel... decent," you murmur. "Better."

His shoulders visibly lose tension as he smiles, and he leans forward to press a soft but lingering kiss to your forehead.

"That's what I like to hear. Can you stand?"

Part of you wants to shake your head, to stay sat on the ground and wallow in your despair because Gods your legs felt so numb, but you'd much rather be in Suguru's company than to be left alone with your own thoughts.

You nod, and ever the gentleman, your boyfriend loops your arm around his shoulder to help you stand up. Though your legs are wobbly, he keeps you upright, guiding you to the living room couch.

"Pick out something to watch," he says. "I'll be back with some crackers and your bucket, just in case. Any special requests?"

Leaning back into the cushions, you shake your head as you sigh, content. "No. Jus' need you with me," you hum.

As Suguru flashes you an award winning smile, he eases your worries with the same smooth voice that greets your eardrums every day. "I'll always stay with you, princess."

And you shut your eyes, comforted with the knowledge that, no matter how gross you may feel or how sickly you may be, Suguru won't ever leave your side.

[sugusat]

losing your virginity to geto suguru.

pairing: suguru geto x afab reader words: 3,600 contains: oral sex, virginity loss, fingering, and suguru talking you through it. mood: soft, sweet, and tender. author's note: this was one of my favorites to write and i thought i should share it here too! also, let's be friends (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

You wonder what’s so different about this one Sunday morning.

You wake up with Suguru’s body pressed against you from behind. His lean arms wrapped around your torso. His cheek is pressed against the back of your neck, breathing and snoring softly, deeply, down your shoulder.

He holds you as he always does: firmly, as if he was carrying you, and yet gently, as if you were fragile.

This isn’t the first time you woke up in his apartment, and it’s not the first time he ever spooned you in your sleep. Yet somehow your body feels warmer than before, and your skin feels more sensitive to his touch. His sweet and woody scent is heavy and enveloping, lulling you into a dizzying state of comfort. Not quite asleep, but not quite lucid and awake.

You feel him shift from behind you, and you feel something press against the back of your thighs. Something hard and thick and warm. Your legs flinch and your heart starts beating faster as you realize what it was. Suguru wakes up from the slightest tremor in your body. He raises his head to look at you with bleary eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice still deep and gravely from sleep.

You turn your head to meet him and smile, “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry to wake you up.”

He nearly melts at the way you’re nestled comfortably in his bed, in his arms. Your smile looks soft and pretty under the ray of sunlight pouring through the window.

He hugs you tighter and nuzzles his face against your cheek, your neck, “I’m poking you aren’t I? Sorry.”

You blush and laugh softly, “It’s okay. It’s not like you can control it.”

“Yeah,” he sighs.

He points his hips away and lies his head back down the pillow. You feel your chest strain and your body ache from the loss of pressure and warmth. You pull his arms closer, tighter, around your torso like a blanket.

Suguru has always been so careful, so respectful. And so attuned with the ways your body reacts to him. He can feel the way your heart is pounding inside your chest as blood rushes from your heart to your skin, warming your entire body. He can hear the way your breath deepens as a strange sensation overcomes you. Heat. Desire. Lust.

Suguru nuzzles against your cheeks once again.

“Do you want it back?” he asks.

You lean towards his face, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yes.”

He turns his hips again to press his cock against you. Then he slides his leg in between yours. You didn’t even realize how badly you were aching for him, until he pressed his thigh against your cunt and relief washes over you. You hum in pleasure against the pillow.

“You need me don’t you?” he asks, as your thighs start squeezing and rutting his own, enjoying each pulse of pleasure against your clit.

You nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

“Okay,” he whispers. “We’ll take it slow, okay? You can tell me when to stop… when we’ll keep going…”

He starts moving his hips, grinding his cock languidly against your backside. You start rutting against his thigh in a similar rhythm. His fingers brush your hair to the back of your neck and start kissing an electrifying trail from under your ear to your collarbone, sniffing your scent as he goes. His lips are a bit dry from sleep, but you enjoy the contrast between the roughness of his lips and the softness of his kisses.

He pressed his hand firmly against your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast. Then it wanders down to your stomach, to your hips, to your thigh. It lingers under the hem of your shirt–his shirt. That you wear each time you sleep in his place. You take his wrist and pull it upwards, letting him touch your skin.

“I’m gonna raise your shirt. Is that okay? We’ll use the blanket if you’re cold,” he asks, with that smooth, gentle voice. As if his words are melting on his tongue.

“Okay,” you sigh. He reaches for the blanket pooled by your ankles and pulls it over you. Then he raises your shirt to your armpits and starts caressing your breasts. You shiver from the lightness of his touch.

“You’re so soft,” He sighs, rolling your breasts with a warm hand. He relishes the way your nipples shrivel in his fingertips. “So pretty…”

He pulls you gently by the shoulder, wanting you to face him. Your lips drift towards his. Suguru hums in approval, parting his lips to let your tongue meet him. He rolls over on top of you and lets the bare skin of your torsos press against each other, seeking comfort in the warmth and smoothness of your bodies.

Every kiss and every touch, even the scent of his skin, the taste of his tongue, and the small hums and groans from deep in his chest rushes straight down your spine and to your crotch. You pull away, forming a trail of saliva from your tongue to his. You look between his legs and notice his head peeking from under his waistband. The slit glistening with pre-cum.

“I wanna touch it,” you whisper.

“Please,” he replies, almost immediately. His voice is shaking now.

He takes your wrist and lets you fondle him over the fabric. His sweatpants barely cushion his massive length and girth. You caress him with a light and measuring touch. Sliding your hands up and down his hardening shaft, then cupping his balls, feeling how soft they are in the palm of your hand.

“What do you think?” He asks, smiling at the way you look at his crotch with lust-drunk eyes, your lips parted as you feel him. “Keep touching. Get used to the feeling.”

“It’s… thick,” you whisper with a mix of fear and hunger in your tone. Your hand sinks past his waistband, grabbing his shaft. His head drops down your neck with a hiss. His hips start to move, fucking your closed fist. His skin feels even smoother and thinner against your palm, textured slightly by the soft veins snaking underneath.

“I knew it,” he hisses between gritted teeth. “I knew your hand was gonna feel this good.”

He motions you to sit on your shin while he lies on his back. He pulls his sweatpants down to his thighs, exposing the thick cock laying heavily over his abs. He takes you by the wrist and wraps your hand around the shaft, just underneath the crown.

“Keep playing with it, baby. Make me feel good,” he mutters as he wraps his hand around your fist and starts jacking. Teaching you to his preferred rhythm and grip. “I know you can do it.”

You follow his instructions, gazing into his eyes as you gauge his reaction. His cheeks are flushed deep red, his eyes glazed over as he bites his lips and watch your hand slide up and down. He reaches towards your waistband and sinks his hand under your panties from behind.

You feel his finger slide between your lips.

“Aah!” You whimper and shudder. Your hand stops moving as he glides his finger back and forth against your slick cleft.

He wraps his free hand around yours once again and urges you to keep pumping.

“Try to concentrate,” he says with a gentle tone. “I’m just making sure you stay wet while you’re working on me.”

You nod try your goddamn best. But his fingers just feel so long, so smooth and slick, as he teases your bud with each languid stroke. You knew that Suguru had some experience, but it was only around now that you realized the depth of his skill. You start twitching and throbbing against his finger. Your thighs squeezing his hand to trap him in place.

“So sensitive. Have you ever touched yourself? At least once?” He asks, a playful smile on his face. He seems to be enjoying the way you struggle to stay upright and still.

“Of course I have,” you reply, pouting. “But it feels different when it’s you.”

“Oh yeah?” He smiles. “Do you think of me?”

You blush and look away. “I mean, who else do I think about?”

You feel his cock spasm in the palm of your hand. He chuckles softly.

“I think about you too. But this feels better than I imagined.”

He slides a second finger between your lips, now drawing circles on your aching clit. You grunt and whine. The ticklish sensation is too dull, too soft, to relieve the ache building between your legs. You look at him and notice that slight, mischievous slant on the corner of his mouth. He knows he’s torturing you. He’s relishing that starved look in your eyes.

Indignant, you bend down and give a soft lick on the tip of his cock.

“Fuck!” He grunts. His breathing grows heavier as you glide a soft tongue around and around the slit. “Hah… Holy shit.”

“Not so fun when you’re the one being teased, right?” You ask.

Suguru huffs and laughs.

“Are you kidding? I love it,” he replies. “Fuck me up, babe. Make a mess out of me. I wanna beg.”

You bite your lip and smile. Emboldened, you bend down and wrap your lips around the crown of his cock and start coating him with your mouth. Absorbing him, caressing him with your lips and tongue. Suguru groans low, his thighs nearly vibrating underneath your palm as he summons all of his will not to shoot his hips up and gag you with his length.

The taste of his dew drop reminds you of all things honeyed and sweet—ripe mangoes, fresh peach, a drop of caramel, enhanced by the delicate saltiness of his skin. His scent is warmer and smokier like burning wood. And somehow thick and sweet like amber. You dip your head down, wanting to taste more. You want to feel his veins against your tongue, his tip on the roof of your mouth, inching closer to the back of your throat. You suck him with eagerness and hunger that provokes his greed.

“Keep stroking me, baby. Suck the tip and stroke the rest,” he mumbles. “Stroke me while you suck me. Please.”

You wrap your hand around the base of his shaft and start sliding in tandem with your mouth. Suguru groans louder now. The balls of his feet digging and dragging against the mattress. His fingers circle harder on your clit, rewarding you with mutual pleasure.

"Mmph… " You hum as you start rutting against his fingers, and his cock nearly bursts from the vibrations in your throat.

“Oh God, wait. Baby–baby wait. Not so fast,” he gasps, grabbing you by the hair to keep you steady. But you move your head faster anyway, your hand tightening and swiveling around his shaft, wanting to drag him to the edge and lose all control.

“Okay–No–stop, stop, stop,” he pants, pulling you upwards by the scalp. He pries your mouth out of his cock with a wet smack. “Don't make me cum just yet. Not there.”

He sits up and slides you down the bed by the hip, pulling your crotch towards him. Suguru sinks between your legs and pulls your panties to the side, peeking like a chef with his pot. Not only have you soaked through the thin, lacy fabric, he can also see the way your clit and your folds flutter and quiver in anticipation. The feel of his heavy breathing alone is enough to make your hips jump.

“All this for me?” he teases. “I’m touched.”

You bite your thumb and grin towards him. Like a child about to be handed a new toy. Suguru pulls your panties off and starts kissing and nipping the inside of your thighs.

“My turn to take care of you, okay?” he asks, his lips seeking permission, hovering so close to your bud. And when you nod, he dives in. Suguru cycles through several techniques, trying to gauge which one you like best–a wide soft tongue, perhaps small precise licks, hard or soft suckling. And once he finds the right brain-blasting combo his mouth becomes relentless. He spreads your thighs and pins them unto the bed, giving him more access. You grasp, white-knuckled, the pillow underneath you. And you release a low, animalic grunt.

“I know, baby, I know,” he mutters before he dives once again. “Just keep feeling it. Feel good for me, baby. You need to be ready.”

“I am ready,” you plead. Every fiber of your muscle begs for release. Your hips begin to squirm away from him, trying to save your pussy from overstimulation. Suguru had to shift his hands and pin your hips down. “Please just-”

“Not yet,” he cuts off. He reaches upwards to hold two fingers near your mouth. “Spit.”

You look at him, bewildered. He commands you again.

“Spit.”

Reluctant, you gather saliva on your tongue and pour it down his fingers. Suguru sinks back down and starts teasing your entrance. Then he slides a finger. And another. Loosening you up with his lips around your clit.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, as he moves his fingers in and out.

You shake your head, “No. But it feels stretched. Right around the entrance.”

“You need to relax,” he murmurs. “Play with your tits for me, will you?”

You nod and slide your hand on the underside of your breasts, rolling them together, teasing your sensitive nipples. You watch Suguru work his lips and fingers on your core. His hair pooling between your legs. His eyes hazy with love and concentration as he makes a mess out of your cunt. Dribbling all the way down his wrist and chin. Eventually, the stretching sensation fades and you feel softer, more malleable, under his touch.

Suguru sits up and starts jacking his cock. His eyes wander over the flushed and dripping mess of flesh he made out of his own girlfriend. Panting as he imagines his cock driving straight inside you. He leans down and aims his tip between your legs. You flinch and look away in a sudden spike of nervousness.

“No, baby. Hey, look at me,” Suguru says with a soft, low, voice, tilting your face towards him. You look up and meet his gentle, earnest eyes. “I love you, okay? It’s just me. You know I won’t do anything to hurt you.”

He starts kissing your forehead, your lips, your neck, your shoulders. You try to focus on your breathing, drawing on every pleasurable sensation you’ve felt before this moment.

“It’s just a new feeling. You just have to get used to me. You just have to get used to feeling this part of your body.” he whispers, as he starts prodding you with the tip of his cock, coating himself with your fluids. “And once you’ve done it… you’ll crave it again.”

You nod, taking in his words. "Okay. I trust you."

"Good. Good girl."

You grit your teeth and whimper as you feel him enter. He thrusts into you inch-by-inch, pushing and withdrawing and stopping as necessary. It hurts. Then it doesn’t hurt. It’s uncomfortable, and then it’s not. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to your body, wanting to be crushed by his entire weight. While somehow wanting to push him away. While wanting to strangle him. While wanting to embrace him. To caress him. To scratch him.

He plunges into a place in your body you never realized was there. And more of him keeps coming and coming. Pushing towards an unknown depth you can never reach on your own. But it’s just him. It’s just Suguru. And you know that he’ll always treat you with unrelenting tenderness and soothing. He’ll never hurt you.

You dig your fingers on the back of his neck as you gaze into the ceiling with bleary eyes. Your head spins. You don’t know for how long you’ve been holding your breath. And if he hadn’t held you the way he did, perhaps your soul would have fallen backwards from your body.

“Yes, God, yes. Just take me, please,” he pleads as he kisses your neck. “I’m almost in…”

He leans down and takes your nipple in his mouth. The sudden prick of pleasure drives him further inside of you, all the way in, until he’s buried to the hilt with a long, satisfied groan. Your cunt clenches and quivers, plugged to the stomach by his girth, surprised that you managed to take this much of him.

“Do you feel that? That’s all of me,” he says, caressing your cheek with tender fingers, laughing softly in wonder. “We’re gonna make love. God, I love you.”

He laces his fingers between yours and kisses you deeply. And even the spaces between your fingers are sensitive to his touch.

"I love you too," you whimper. "I'm all yours."

Suguru’s hips start swiveling in circles against yours. Letting you get used to his length and girth. Then he rocks his hips back and forth in slow, shallow strokes. Fucking you with impossible gentleness. Measuring how fast and how hard he can go before you start to hurt again. Like you have all the time in the world. But you bury your face in his neck, biting his shoulder as you take more and more. Soon, you feel even looser, more comfortable, and the pleasure begins to overtake all else.

You start moving your hips in tandem with his.

“Yes, fuck,” he hisses against your neck. “That’s right baby, make love to me. Feel good with me.”

He picks up the pace, slamming his hips against you and nearly driving you towards the headboard. He’s stretching you again, his shaft slicing against your tight entrance. But Suguru angles his cock and jabs a spot underneath your belly that nearly makes you cry. You no longer mind the pain that’s so deliciously mixed with pleasure. And you notice that any coherent thought escapes you, and any words you want to say dies in your throat. You barely have enough air in your lungs to even moan his name. Or any strength in your arms and legs to keep clinging to him. So you simply lie there and feel him. Feel the way he thrusts and sinks into you. Feel his smooth hand on your waist. Feel his breath against your face as he rambles sweet degeneracy into your ear.

“You’re so tight. So fucking tight. Oh, you’re gonna milk me dry,” he mutters under his breath. “A good girl with a good pussy. I’m so fucking lucky.”

You feel the pleasure build from under your belly, on your clit, your nipples. And then you shatter. Your stomach tightens like a board and your body recoils as the pleasure overtakes you. White hot light bursts in front of your eyes and splatter into pinpricks of color. You scream and cry against the crook of his neck. Your pussy clamping around his cock. Suguru hooks his arm under your waist and thrusts even faster; eager to milk himself while you’re still wound up and tight from your orgasm. The pleasure starts to feel rawer, searing like an electric shock. A gradient from pleasure to pain.

“I know baby, I know, just bear with it. Just bear with it for me. I’m so close,” he grunts, face tight from euphoria. “I’m so close, please, let me cum.”

His jaw clenches and you feel a burst of warmth right inside of you. His hips stutter helplessly by the strength of his orgasm. And then it finally stops. He holds still. His hard grunts melt into soft moans and heavy breathing. Together, you hang onto that boneless, satisfied trance; your minds slipping into reverie. His cock stays buried inside of you for moments, but it feels like a part of you now. Even as he slowly pulls away you still feel him under your skin. The feeling of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the weight and thickness of his cock when it dwelled inside you, feels less of a vivid memory. And more of a phantom sensation that will linger for as long as you let it.

Suguru props himself with both elbows and gazes upon you with love and reverence. He plants a tender kiss on your lips.

“Thank you.”

You laugh weakly, “Thank you? ”

He nods. “Yes, thank you. For the memory, for the trust, for the love.”

Suguru brushes your hair away from your forehead and kisses you there. Letting his lips linger. Then you gaze at each other in euphoric wonder. You have melded with him in body and soul. In pleasure and love. Your skins are matted and slick with sweat, and you can feel his semen dripping down between your thighs; the light from the window bears down your heads like halos. You feel anointed and transformed. And your bodies now feel less like a mystery to yourselves and to each other. Everything has changed now. And your relationship with Suguru will never be the same. The memory of your lovemaking will lie in the undercurrent of your every interaction, now that he has untethered a craving inside your minds. That ever-present need to feel this sense of closeness once again.

Suguru nuzzles his face against yours. Holding your bodies completely still as you take a shared breath and bask in the intimacy, in the sacredness, of this moment.

thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! pls excuse me if the grammar, dialogue, choreography, and narration is awkward. english is not my first langauge and a lot of things get lost in translation inside my head. originally posted on ao3 art by m_mifmr on x

[sugusat]

curiosity — gojo satoru

MDNI, f! reader, childhood friends to lovers, satoru is painfully aware of his own feelings while reader is not, mention of past girlfriends (and how they all looked like you), handjob (m! receiving), cumming in pants (and in your hand), not proofread, wc: 2k, dividers by @/cafekitsune

synopsis: gojo satoru is your childhood best friend. you’ve been inseparable ever since you were little. spending day and night together, you’d often have sleepovers together — a tradition you both carried on throughout your college years. at least once a week you’d drop by his dorm room and stay the night, or vice versa. but compared to your childhood days, you no longer share one bed. that is, until . . .

part 2

a/n: this is a further (and very lousy) elaboration on this post of mine but hey, HAPPY BDAY TO MY ONE AND ONLY

“i think we should try sleeping together”, you suggest one night.

“wah—“, satoru gasps, a teasing glint in his eyes. “didn’t know you felt that way about me”, he smirks.

“just sleeping”, you quickly clarify. “whatever obscene thing you just thought of — it’s not that”, you add, giving him a roll of your eyes.

“you should pick your words more wisely”, he scoffs. “if you go around telling people you want to sleep with them, they will misunderstand”

“ugh”, you huff, “i obviously didn’t mean it like that, and you know it”

“yeah, i do”, he lets out a soft chuckle. he knew exactly what you meant, but still he disguised his wishful thinking behind a teasing remark. “why though? all of a sudden?”

“dunno”, you shrug. “just feeling bad that you always take the floor”

“if that’s the case we can just swap”

“no — i cherish my comfort. come on, we used to do this all the time”, you pout.

indeed you did. but you were kids back then, things were different.

his heartbeat would race and his face would get all hot and red, the heat would fester through his entire body. but when the lights were off it was easy to hide it, the signs that he liked you. after making sure you were fast asleep, he would hold your hand and childishly smile to himself, he would peck it softly, secretly. one time you woke up in the middle of the night and almost caught him but he, startled, kicked you off the bed. yelling at you, lying, how you pushed your finger in his nostril in your sleep… he was so embarrassed, but also relieved you believed what he said was true. his secret was safe.

but now?

when you stand too close to him his body starts acting up in more mature ways. while he is better at controlling his facial expressions now and hiding his nervous heartbeat behind a nonchalant attitude, he struggles with keeping his urges at bay. he’s no longer the boy that blushes while secretly holding your hand; he is a man who craves you.

even when he’s laid on the futon beside the bed you occupy, the sound of your breathing alone gets him hard. you lie there, sleeping innocently, unaware of how much of a pain in the crotch you are being to him. when you leave in the mornings, he climbs onto the bed that is soaked with your scent and shamelessly jerks off. he stands on his knees and sprays his load on the bedsheets. eyes shut close, he pictures you beneath him.

he sighs in defeat. “fine”

“the right side is mine — it’s only natural, because i am always right”, you snicker and quickly pad over to the bed, plopping your body down on the mattress. “sure”, he chuckles and follows after you, sinking himself right next to you.

it is a bit awkward, you must admit. you are laid on your sides facing each other, in silence.

it’s cramped indeed, your knees are brushing against his and the space in the middle separating your bodies from one another is very scarce. but that was to be expected, the beds in the dorm rooms were designed for one person after all.

“so”, you break the silence. “how’s your girlfriend doing?”

“she’s not my girlfriend, anymore”, he states dryly.

“but it’s been barely two weeks since you started dating”

“well, things didn’t work out i guess”

the girls he dated, all of them looked a bit like you. same height, same hair color and length. similar facial features… he never lasted long with any of them though. all of them, visibly bothered by your presence in his life, would too soon ask him to make a choice — either them or you. neither of them aware that he chose to be with them in the first place only because they reminded him of you, and that it was never the question itself that drove him away from them. it was bound to happen, sooner or later. they could never be you.

you hum. “i see”

as you shift to make yourself more comfortable, you feel the shirt he gave you to wear to bed roll up ever so slightly, revealing the bare of your belly. a bit self-conscious now that he’s next to you, you are immediately urged to cover yourself. you slide a hand under the blanket, rummaging around to get a hold of the hem, but oh...

…the back of your hand brushes against something stiff. the friction incurring a low pant from the man, your best friend, next to you.

“fuck”, satoru hisses. his hand clasps around your wrist, pushing it away, but along with the movement his knuckles graze the flesh of your stomach. “fuck”, he curses again.

“satoru”, you say his name, voice hushed and timid but there is a note of underlying curiosity he is way too familiar with.

this is exactly why he was avoiding the one bed scenario — his boners were too hard to hide at this age and this size of him.

“satoru”, you repeat. “are you hard?”

“i wish you didn’t ask the obvious”, he mumbles, embarrassed. warmth washing over his face uncontrollably, just like in the past. but there was a bigger problem now — down in his pants, and the fact he got caught.

“is it because of me?”

“no”, he clicks his tongue, his grip still tight around your wrist, keeping your hand at bay. “it’s because i didn’t jerk off tonight, you know — it’s a natural thing for us men to randomly pop a boner throughout the day”

…which was true. but it was not the case right now.

“can i play with it a little?”, you ask, sneakily twisting your wrist in an attempt to free your hand.

“oi!”, he yelps. “did you hit you head or what?”

“i am curious”, you blurt out. “just a little?”

“stop”, he warns. “it’s weird”

his resolve is hanging by a thread right now, you’re too cunning to tempt him like this. he knows things will get awfully messy between you if he lets you cross this line. but still, he can’t flat out deny you. deep down he wants you to persist, a little bit more… if you ask him one more time, maybe he’ll crumble. surely, he will.

“it’s not”, you reassure. “i won’t jerk you off, i’ll just touch it”, you explain. “please? just a little?”

well. fuck it.

“this is a bad idea”, he says, but loosens his grip around your wrist. “fine”, he mumbles. “but just a little”

you nod, pulling your hand away only to slide it down his body.

you’re not really sure why you were so happy to hear the news about his break-up, but you always felt more at ease when he belonged just to you. your best friend, and not someone else’s boyfriend. you don’t know why you were doing this right now, or why your heart was racing. maybe because it really was weird? or maybe you were just horny?

finding his cock wasn’t difficult, it sure stood out from the rest of his body.

“you really are hard”, you gasp, running your fingers across the bulge in his shorts, dragging out a throaty groan out of him.

“yeah”, he mumbles. “like i said, stop stating the obvious”

“it’s a bit wet here”, ignoring his words, you thumb the spot where his tip is, making him squirm. his body slightly jerks as you press your palm against it. cupping it inside your hand you squeezing it gently. “it’s warm too”, you keep exploring further. “it has a pulse”

satoru lets out a helpless whine. “you sound so dirty right now, it’s weird”

he’s longed for this type of intimacy with you for years. but in his head, he pictured it differently. it was him who was supposed to do things to you, not the other way around. he was supposed to be the confident one, delving into your layers, making you squirm and fall apart under his touch. not the other way around… but this was good too. too good for him to oppose it. you were his weakness, after all. you always have been. no matter how much he teased and picked on you, in the end he always let you do as you pleased. this was not an exception.

you giggle to yourself. “yeah? you like that new side of me, don’t you?”

“…maybe”

sneaking your hand through the front of his shorts and boxers, you feel the flesh of his cock directly. it was twitching, his tip slick with precum. you put the tip of your index finger on his slit and rub circles around it to smear the pre oozing out of it, getting another soft whimper out of him. the head of his cock all slippery now, urging you to rub it all over the rest of his length.

your fingers wrap around his cock as you start to move your hand up and down, slowly, smearing his own slick onto his own flesh.

he tries to swallow the moan stuck in his throat. “you said you were not going to jerk me off, but what now? you’re playing a bit too much, don’t you think?”

satoru can last long. under normal circumstances, that is. but having you — not just his hand, but you, his first ever love, his only love — touch him like that, he could barely hold back. the urge to bust has been there since the moment you put your hand on his cock.

“why? you gonna cum?”, you slip your hand lower, down to the base of his shaft — where his balls are. you caress them tenderly, incurring yet another soft groan from him, before you go back to stroking him again. with each drag you pick up the pace. the room is filled with the squelching sounds caused by your hand, at this point, confidently fisting his slick covered cock, and his heavy breathing. 

“hey”, he puts his hand on your cheek, softly pinching on it with his fingertips. an attempt to make you snap out of it, but alas — you don’t back away. “don’t regret this”, he whispers, almost beggingly. but his voice comes out too shallow for your ears to pick up on.

“are you close?”, you peek at him, watching his face with rapt fascination, grateful that you left the night lamp on.

never have you ever seen him like this. his cheeks so hot and flushed that his pale skin was lit completely red, up to his ears and his neck. beads of sweat across his forehead with strands of his hair stuck on it. mouth agape — huffing and puffing. his brows knitted, desperately. pleadingly. his mouth telling you to stop, yet his face told a different story. so did the part of him inside your palm. it made you throb, down there, and squeeze your thighs together. your own wetness spurting out from your slit, drenching the inside of your underwear”

“fuck—", he growls. “i am— c-close”, he stutters, struggling to control his breathing and the moans that roll out of his mouth.

you feel his cock twitch in your hand, differently. the pulse on it beating faster and more brashly, like it almost made his skin stretch and push against the flesh of your palm. and then, there was a delay. a few, very short seconds in which his cock stood still before violently exploding, pumping out a thick shot of cum. then some more, and more, and more — until the pouring turned into a light dribble toward the end.

“ugh”, he throatily groans, his body relaxing after oozing all the tension out. although slower now, you keep stroking him, running your fingers across his softening cock.

“oh wow”, you gasp, his cum sticky on your skin, drenching the space between your fingers. “what a mess”, you giggle.

“you’re trouble”, he sighs. “is your curiosity satisfied now?”

you nod.

“if you get curious about other things”, he pauses, scratching the back of his head, “come to me. don’t go to other men”

“i’ll think about it”, you smirk.

after that night, you stayed over for an entire week.

this little play time turned into routine, and you were no longer the only one playing.

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Riding Suguru Geto:

Imagine riding Suguru on your shared bed, his abs are tense, he’s slowly bouncing you up and down on dick as his thick hands grip your hips, pinching almost bruising. And your legs start to give out, getting tired so you just end up grinding against him, clit rubbing along his pubic bone. And you let out the loudest moan you have all night, the unexpected pleasure from the sensations and feeling his dick brush your walls as you grind down again.

And fuck, Getos obsessed, it doesn’t do much for him but the moans you start making has him guiding your hips back and forth against him faster as you cry out in pleasure. He’s breathless, watching you move above him, head resting on the pillow as he admires your small whines, glancing down to see where you move against him. The sensations almost too much, you try to bounce again to accommodate both of you but he has your hips held firm down as he moves you to your release. That aching orgasm building and building as you whine above, that tension pulling tight as a bow in your core until you twitch on top of him, your walls spasming as you basically hump on top of him, crying out his name again and again. And Geto just rocks you slowly through it, pulling you close as he brushes hair from your sweat covered face and says into your ear “that’s it sweet girl, I’ve got you”

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hes so breedable WHAT who said that

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Okay but like I’m not okay with all these new JJK pics???? I’m sobbing, I wanna be part of the group so bad but also WHY did all my babies get hurt so bad

JJK should just be a slice of life and that’s that.

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Happy Pride month!

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riding suguru is a different experience; it's like your soul is ascending, it makes your toes curl in different directions, and your breath gets stuck in your chest, trying to moan, trying to get whatever is stuck in your throat out.

yet he was beneath you, composed, only a bead of sweat on his forehead. one hand planted firmly on your hip and the other inching toward one of your breasts, only making it harder for you to focus and finish the job.

his hips only bucking up once or twice during it, when he wanted you to ride, he meant it; he wasn't going to be doing most of the work, plus he liked watching you struggle once you got overstimulated.

the inches you could once handle are now harder to slide back down on, and god, he loved it a little too much; watching you suffer from pleasure was fun.

"you got it; you begged for this, remember?"

gripping your hip more once he was about to finish, still watching how you were sliding up and down on him, the wetness that coated his dick was just as gorgeous as you.

sometimes you couldn't even look at him while riding; he was so sexy beneath you, with his stupid long hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, like he had the upper hand... he did, and he knew that.

"want to reverse it?" his voice was soft while he was still staring at the way your pussy glistened with both your fluids, and your movement stuttered whenever that jolt of pleasure hit you.

"yeah."

slipping off and adjusting yourself, and him holding the base of his dick while you carefully slid down on his dick, your hands gripping his legs tight, muttering curses under your breath, and his hands sliding over your ass.

he knew you weren't going to do any better in this position; he just liked staring at your ass.

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Omg okay!

But Avatar!Suguru who is fucking hugeeeee, like he’s so tall and possessive of you. His new mate. You both have known each other for years but it wasn’t until a few months ago Suguru finally plucked up the courage to court you. Taking you out on regular flights with your beloved Ikran, landing for refreshments across the most beautiful mountain tops, where he greedily grabs for you. Both playing with each other like two cats chasing, until he finally pulls your hips into him with his large hands, your tail swinging behind you in anticipation, as that special bond between you both finally clicks, and the rest is history.

BONUS

AND nowwww, he cannot take his hands off you. Another Na’vi male looks your way? They’re dead. Only Saturo, his best friend and right hand, can barely glance before Suguru is hissing in his direction, a warning to get off what is his. But you love it all, his tail is now constantly wrapped around one of your legs and his hands are always roaming your blue skin. And at night when everyone is around the fire, relaxing for the night as a clan, does he sit in-between your legs, you now being the possessive one, whilst you braid his hair and trace war paint playfully across his body. Painting stars and more into the intricacies that come with the Na’vi body.

Laughing into the night, telling old war stories from Eywa herself as the hum of the kinglor forest surrounds you both.

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Honestly… the urge to go one step further and make this sugusat after all the pics today

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they had matching shirts oh my god i think we should all kill ourselves

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I’ll write again soon, I’m just so anxious and busy rn

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taking a shower is impossible ྀི

“suguru…”

you're bare, pressed against your very much naked husband under hot water, and all you want is to scrub your scalp peacefully. not to be pinned against his chest, which—yes, feels divine—but is not helping your situation.

“you always do this,” you sigh, smiling despite yourself.

“well, it's important isn't it? bonding with your wife, not letting the flame die between us.” he leans down, nose brushing yours.

“suguru, we just had sex this morning. i just wanna wash my hair, you're making this impossible…” his hands move up your sides, then down again, sliding over the curve of your hips. he just never stops. “you know i can't wash properly when you're stuck to me like this,” you mumble, trying and failing to tilt back.

water rushes over your shoulders, geto doesn't bother budge an inch—he only reaches behind you to grab his shampoo, “then let me do it.” he says not letting you protest as he squeezes the bottle, letting the luxury spill into his palm. “y'know mine's better anyway.”

“i don't wanna smell like cologne,” you mumble under your breath, your nose scrunching. it wasn't unusual for your husband to shampoo your hair—or to sneak his fancy products into your routine—but it was always funnier when he didn't know. not like he cared, he loooves when you smell like him. plus, the man had long, thick, silky black hair—any woman would sell her soul for strands like his—so it was only fair, right?

he clicks his tongue, “it's sandalwood and vanilla." he insists, “it's classy. it's sensual. it's the reason old ladies flirt with me at the farmer's market.”

you roll your eyes. “because your hair's shiny and look like a myth.”

“and i fuck like one.” he winks, all smugness and sin.

“suguru.” you try to scold, pinching his nipple barbells. he lets out a dramatic squeal that turn into a laugh. his smile falters just slightly as his soapy fingers start to scrub your scalp. 

and it was all cute and tease until you feel it—his cock twitches, pinned between your matching belly piercings. (a stupid VERY IMPORTANT detail you both got on a trip years ago—his dark stud with your initial and yours, a delicate charm that curves to match his.)

“every time,” you whisper “you say it’s about hair, and every time, you get hard five seconds in.”

“correction,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m hard before we step in. this just… makes it worse.”

his hands drift—long fingers sliding down the back of your neck, down your spine, until he’s grabbing a handful of your ass with a soaked slap. you squeak. “sugu—!”

“shh,” he hums, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth, slow and wet and open. “just let me love you a little. you feel so good like this. so warm, so soft—” he presses his forehead to yours, breath hitching. “…i can’t stop touching you.”

his lips drag to your jaw, nipping gently. he lathers up again, and this time, his hands come to your chest—slippery palms gliding over your breasts like he’s trying to memorize them through touch alone.

“i’m being helpful,” he says too innocently, voice low, soaked in need. “just a loving husband washing his pretty wife.”

“totally normal,” you manage, barely able to breathe.

“perfectly respectful,” he hums, thumbing over your nipples until they pebble, then dipping down to mouth at one—open kisses on wet skin.

“this is—ngh—this is not how showers work.”

“this is exactly how ours work.”

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Saturo Gojo x Suguru Geto x Reader

A supposedly quiet night turns into something more with your teasing boyfriends..

Okay but think about living with SatoSugu and you’re being a total grump cos you’ve had a bad day. They’ve both tried seducing you in their own ways but you’re tired and just want to relax tonight, settling on to the large arm chair in the living room with your fave book. And Saturo and Suguru are sat on the couch chilling out, playing some game, finally giving you the space you need. And you’re completely engrossed in the book until you hear a whine come from Gojos lips. You shake your head and carry on reading, refusing the bait.

But then you see that glorious white hair bob down lower than the couch and you glance up to see the controllers abandoned and Saturo sinking down on his knees in front of Suguru. Completely missing that they have been teasing each other for the last 30 minutes. You look up, mouth hanging open as you see Saturo run his thick hands across Sugurus large thighs, legs spread, ready for whatever Saturo intends to do. Sugurus smug smile glances to you as your jaw snaps shut and you glance back down at your book in a frown. Suguru chuckles as he knows how this is affecting you, watching you shift on the couch, thighs rubbing together as Saturo massages Sugurus thick cock before pulling it from the tight confines of his shorts.

And soon there’s a symphony of moans and wet sucking sounds filling the room as you try to focus on the book, the words blurring as your clit throbs beneath the confines of your pj shorts. “Hmpm fuck.” - suguru groans, his hand moving to Saturos hair controlling the pace. “S-shit taking me so well, fucK, right there Saturo” you can practically feel your pussy vibrating as you finally breathlessly glance up to the sight.

Suguru with his legs spread, shorts abandoned, Saturo leaning down and sucking Suguru deep like it’s his last day on earth. Sugurus chest moving up and down with little pants as you can see Saturos raging hard on pulsing in his grey joggers. It was just unfair.

“Hmpphf” Saturo hums through the mouthful of Sugurus cock as he deep throats the man even further at a painfully slow pace. A shudder goes through Suguru as he glances up at you, smirking with a quick look down to Saturos bright hair. “Like what you see baby?” Suguru says amused at your expression. Mouth hanging open once again, you already look fucked out when neither of them have even touched you yet.

“Nhhg-“ Suguru groans, thrusting his hips into Saturos face as a small whine escapes your lips by accident. At this Saturo stills, pulling off Suguru with a POP. He turns to look at you with a smirk, “oh hey sweets, enjoying your book yeah?” You frown at both them, but not missing the movement of Sugurus hand, taking over where Saturo left off, pumping up and down at a painfully slow pace that has you droolin.

“Fuck sweetheart, we’ve not even touched you and you look a state,” Saturo giggles as you glance up from Sugurus hard cock, pre-cum leaking from the top.

“Huh?” you respond, already cockdrunk which sends both boys into a low chuckle.

“Shit Saturo, you gonna finish me off or what?” Suguru groans, pumping up and down as you lean forward to get a better look. Heavy pants fill the room as Saturo sinks back down to Sugurus leaking member as you subtlety rub your thighs together, needing any friction possible.

Suguru looks up to you with a breathless pant as he gestures you over. “Come here baby, need to feel you, “ hesitantly walking over, Saturos sucking getting louder the closer you step.

Suguru pulls you down to the couch, spreading one leg across his torso as he pushes your soaked pj shorts to the side, rubbing your clit as you yelp and whine. “Thought you weren’t interested hm?” Suguru teased, your hips bucking up in pleasure. Saturo grabbing onto your leg resting over Sugurus waist, drawing absent circles as he groans into the aching cock.

“Hm, fuck, that’s it, r-right there,” Suguru whined as his head fell to the back of the sofa momentarily pausing his ministrations to grab Saturos thick head of white hair again. Bucking up as his high grew closer and closer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” and you were watching again, gauping at them both in lust as your hand moved down under Saturos bobbing mouth to grab Sugurus balls. “Oh fuCk” Suguru groaned, “I’m cumin, I’m cumin”

His hand tightening on the leg still thrown over him, body convulsing as he finally came into Saturos mouth. Saturo moaning in response sucking him in tight. Your fingers continued to stroke Suguru, finally moving up into Saturos hair, pulling his head up off Suguru to stare at your breathless state. Heavy pants filled the air, you all too horny to even talk.

Then suddenly suguru is pulling you on to his lap, your dripping pussy now facing Saturo as he said, “now Saturo does our baby deserve to cum after so rudely turning us both down before?” Saturo grinned, “hhmn I don’t know about that one sweets..”

It was going to be a long night..

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This was meant to be a paragraph oopsie •ᴗ•

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Bleh

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shoko sitting behind them and smiling… my girl KNEW

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Street Racer! Suguru x Bimbo! Reader

TLDR: You and Suguru broke up a few months ago but you’re both down BAD for each other. Lots of yearning :((( Smut will be in part 2 !!!

I don’t know much about cars so apologies for the inaccuracies, it’s just for fun. Basically fast and furious inspired - unedited/no trigger warnings

Street racer Suguru and bimbo reader who broke up a few months ago but Suguru couldn’t let you go, couldn’t take you off his mind for a second. You broke up with Suguru in a fit of rage after he drove a little too dangerous after being incredibly jealous all night at a bustling house party. It’s not your fault you’re attractive and guys wanted you. Besides everyone knew you were Sugurus anyway. But a couple of guys from out of town hadn’t realised the rules that came with dating the no1 street driver in Tokyo and decided to try their luck. It was nice to get attention for once and you only giggled at one.. okay, maybe two of their jokes. But this was enough to tip Suguru over the edge, knocking one of the guys out and dragging you out of the party.

So two screaming matches later when Suguru shouted for you to get back in the car, promising he would calm down on the possessiveness, you didn’t believe it and you were finally just done. 2 months later, you were now here. Miserable, but both too damn stubborn to admit it, or do anything about it.

You arrived at the latest race hosted in some back streets of Shibuya, Shoko and you linking arms, giggling away together. This was needed, a night of fast cars and forgetting all your problems. You didn’t think he would be here tonight, Gojo had told you as much, and you had missed the atmosphere a big race caused. There was a spark of excitement in the air and you could smell the fuel burning, engines humming, ready to be rattled around. You should have been feeling on top of the world, newly single, outfit looking immaculate and incredibly cute! But you still couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest, your eyes glancing around, searching for that broad build and deep voice without even realising.

“I told you, he’s not coming y/n” Shoko said with a sigh as she dragged you around the many approaching cars. You let out a huff and shook your head, “I know, and I don’t care. I don’t even know what you’re talking about anyway,” you replied with a roll of your eyes.

“Ya, sure about that one,” Shoko huffed as you walked back into zone, you had been asked by Saturo to wave the first two racers of the night off and you couldn’t resist. The best part about these races was being the girl at the front of race, the rush of the cars flying past you, it was like nothing else.

And with no ex boyfriend lurking around, making sure no one got too close but not speaking to you either. This couldn’t be better! Or so you thought..

Sugurus stomach dropped, slowly rolling his car up and seeing you stood there. Fuck he had missed you, and that little skirt you currently had on.

He had been an idiot that night, got too complacent with you always doing what he said. He saw two men flirting with you, and just saw red. Were people really that stupid to go after his sweetheart??

Well in a way they had succeeded as he hadn’t been yours for 2 months now and it sucked. He wanted to get you back but you were always huffing that it was better this way and the space was good for you both. Or at least that’s was Saturo said.. Other than to drop some clothes off at his, you had barely spoke to him these last two months. And now you were stood here, in that pretty outfit, hair done just the way he liked, smirking with the familiar glint in your eye whenever you got to wave the racers off.

As everyone checked out both cars, Suguru pulled the door up on his ride and stepped out, his eyes trained entirely on you. You stood in between the two cars, frowning, almost scowling at his unexpected arrival. The scowl on your face was just a mask though because shit.

He looked hot.

Black cargos hung low against his waist whilst he wore a loose oversized band tee, his hair was tied in a messy bun and those wispy bits still escaped. The ones you used to always push out of his face, especially after a tough race. He made his way towards you and you gulped, turning to grip the smooth metal of the other car that had been entered in tonight’s race. Letting nonchalance wash over your face, stared down into the shiny engine of the car. Pretending like the man who hadn’t left your thoughts for the last two months wasn’t headed right for you.

“Hey sweetheart..” Suguru said lowly, a breadth away from your ear as you felt the slight arch of your backside jolt into his front. You loudly huffed and gripped the bonnet, that familiar nickname bringing up an anger you had almost forgotten was there.

“Su-gu-ru “ you said childishly as you refused to meet his eye, his body still an inch away from yours. You could smell him now, his familiar scent wafting around you, threatening any resolve you had trained into yourself over the last few months.

Sugurus deep chuckle came from behind as he knew how much he was affecting you just from that name. “Come onnn baby, you’re not even gonna look at me?” Suguru grinned as he leant against the car, his hand almost brushing your own tightly gripped one.

“We broke up Suguru, you don’t get to call me those names anymore.” You muttered, peering into the bonnet of the car, pretending like you totally knew what you were looking at.

“Ah, and in that time have you become a car expert all of a sudden? Find a better teacher than me baby, hm?” Suguru chimed, pretending to also be interested in what the other racer had to offer. He knew it would be nothing on what he had under the hood anyway.

“Hmpm, maybe I did,” you huffed, flinching away as his body pressed in further, pretending to get a better view at something else in the car. “That’s a real shame,” Suguru said in a sultry tone that always made you at his mercy.

Taking a deep breath you looked up at him suddenly, with a huff you glanced through those big doe eyes and said “What do you want Suguru?” You surprised yourself at how normal you sounded, how unaffected by his presence.

“I miss you baby, it shouldn’t be like this..” he mewled whilst taking a strand of your hair and twirling it around his finger.

You paused for a moment and then snapped your head to the right, pulling that strand of hair straight out of his hand. He lightly pouted as your face scowled up at him.

“Whatever Suguru,” you huffed, refusing to meet his eyes again as your heart tugged with him being so close.

Suguru laughed again, god he had missed your little tantrums. He did get sick of them, but not having them at all was terrible. He’d do anything to have you back, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to say that. “Fine sweetheart, I’ll do you a wager..” Suguru said, his fingers had now found their way to the curve of your hips, lightly grazing the naked skin, as goosebumps pebbled. You glanced up at him, intrigued by the suggestion and already a little breathless.

“If I win this race, you let me take you on a make up date. And if I loose, I’ll leave you alone. No more nicknames, nothing..” and despite that wager, your heart sunk a little at the idea of never hearing those silly names from his mouth. Your lips came together in a thoughtful pout, mulling the suggestion. His fingers now lazily drew circles on your hips, distracting your thoughts.

It took everything in him to prompt that idea, immediately regretting it. There was other ways to win you back. He knew he would win, but he didn’t like to tempt fate, and this felt an awful lot like doing just that.

Your big round eyes calculated the odds in that pretty little head before gazing up at him and nodding. You knew it was very likely he’d win, hell you’d been to every race of his since you were both young, had always been the one cheering him on before you became more than friends. And it didn’t take a genius to know this rookie didn’t stand a chance, especially with the state of his car..even you knew this.

And you knew even more that it was stupid to even entertain going out with him again, but with the way he was looking and how close he had been, you found it hard to remember why you even broke up in the first place.

So here you stood, a few minutes later, in between two very loud and aggressive cars getting ready to wave them off. Suguru revved his car as you stood smiling smugly at both drivers. He gripped the steering wheel hard and raised a single eyebrow at you in a challenge.

You said your usual speech for these kind of races. Then holding your arms in the air as you lowered your head, you gave Suguru a grin that was only ever reserved for him, the other racer completely forgotten. Just as you were about to lower your arms Suguru winked at you, and with a smirk of his own they were off. Whizzing past you, you turned to watch both cars leave you in the dust as everyone gathered round to cheer. Everyone made quick work to head to the finish line as you heard Sugurus throaty engine rev in the distance.

You now stood at the finish line, awaiting those two cars, ready to see who would be the winner that would decide your fate. Your belly pooled with adrenaline, this race having more stakes on it than ever, a small part of your brain said it was obvious but still you had doubts. From what Gojo had reported monitoring both cars through trackers and drones as usual, it was pretty neck and neck. This new rookie was surprising everyone tonight, and your palms were sweaty with anticipation.

“He’ll be fine,” Shoko said as she came to stand next to you, handing you her cigarette. “I-I know that, I’m not worried anyway..” Shoko laughed as you nervously took a drag, she knew you needed something to take your mind off it.

“I did something stupid Shoko..” you suddenly said as she looked out into the road, also waiting for the cars to make it round the corner.

“As stupid as ending it with Suguru over a petty fight..?” Shoko murmured under her breath as you shot a glare in her direction.

“Erm, maybe..” “He gave me a wager.. if he wins, he takes me on a date and if not, he leaves me alone.. for good.” Shoko’s eyes widened at the last part. She knew how much you’d been pining for Suguru since you decided to end it that fateful night but she also knew how damn stubborn you both were. And she didn’t know if either of those ideas were good.

“Tsk, you both need your heads banging together. Guess he has no choice but to win now.” Shoko tutted as you anxiously bit your lip.

The two racers finally making it around the corner at a staggering pace, Sugurus back end came out on the corner and you shrieked, the stupid rookie racer gained pace over Suguru and suddenly it felt like the entire crowd was holding their breath. But then his car straightened and Suguru was zooming past, over taking the rookie with ease. And then he was past the finish line, the car spinning round in celebration.

You couldn’t hide the grin that graced your face as Suguru pulled to a stop and climbed out of his car with calm smile on his face. A small laugh leaving his body as Gojo ran over hyping him up, explaining some tech things that went in one ear and out the other as he caught your eye.

You hadn’t moved from your spot and Suguru found you in the crowd, his eyes now trained on you, not leaving your face for a second. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes and smiled, all knowing what was to come next. Saturo now realising where his eyes were on you, shut the hell up about the car tech and said “Thank fuck you won, now go show her a good time,”

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Part 2 will be coming soon and it’ll be smutty :))))

Thank u for reading!

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maomao x jinshi