#Afab geto

[xazse]

AFAB!SUGURU GETO X OLDERMALE!READER

Notes: I wanted to hop on the Afab!Geto because I love it!

Tags: Deepthroating, manhandling, blowjobs, NASTY SMUTTT, mentions of Afab!Gojo (little surprise near the end

Pairings: Afab!Suguru Geto x OlderMale!Reader

Suguru doesn’t know how to feel about his next door neighbor: you, you’re very nice, maybe even more than nice: you insist on bringing him and satoru your cooked food if you’ve made too much some days, but hell he isn’t one to complain about free, warm food. You’re an older gentleman, late 30’s, a very nice hefty build on you, Suguru won’t lie and say he isn’t attracted to your prominent features; anyone would be.

He makes eyes at you sometimes, coming out to talk to you when you’re doing yardwork offering you a sweet concoction he made. You’re so polite with your speech, the way you carry yourself, everything about you screams maturity.

But he also loves your mean side, the side where your gripping his hair so tightly he knows he’ll have a headache later: but it’s so worth it when you shove his face towards your crotch, inhaling your scent, your cock isn’t even out and suguru’s head already feels like he’s on cloud nine.

His tongue weighs his mouth down as he waits for permission, permission to have your cock in all its glory.

“Fuck.. ple” he pleads with you, when you finally grant him the privilege, he hurriedly pulls your pants along with your underwear around your knees. You waste no time in shoving his face into your crotch again, his tongue laves all around your cock, seemingly having no control or care to give you specific pleasure. Licking up all traces of your precum has him so distracted that he doesn’t even hear you telling him to suck you properly until a heavy hand pulls him back: and forcing him to take you until the hilt.

He’s sputtering while you use his mouth as you please: pulling him all the way off just to fuck his throat all over again, it’s a repeated motion you do multiple times, before you pull him off of your cock and have him give your heavy balls some attention, he alternates between then but always making sure to give some attention to your tip in the process.

Suguru doesn’t even have to look down to know his panties are sopping wet, he wants so badly to reach down and play with his clit but you won’t allow that, that’s for you and you only to do. But finally, finally after a few more moments of Suguru pleasuring you do you have him face down, ass up. You pull his thin panties to the side, His cunt really was dripping wet, it embarrasses him when you point it out over and over calling him a dirty slut, smacking his ass to emphasize just how dirty he is and of course he groans.

You line your weeping tip up with his hole, making sure to use your tip to press on his clit a few times just for good measure youll tell him. The stretch of you pushing past him is too good, better than those lonely nights where he’d have to use his fingers to get a half assed orgasm if he can even call it that.

You give him a few moments to breathe, allowing him to have calmness before you wreck him and that you do, after a few of experiment strokes do you really give it to him.

Hammering into his cunt has him howling into the couch, his naughty pussy keeps sucking you back in everytime you pull out: suguru feels like he has a lack of air from the strong thrust of your hips, he whines and whines, you feel his pussy clench around you. You take a hold of his hips holding him in place while his cunt contracts around you and he’s cumming around you, he yelps and pleads while you help him ride it out slowly.

You both go still before your cock starts fucking into him again, suguru knows this will be a long night of you wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him.

Satoru really can’t sleep, he’s wide awake and painfully throbbing in his shorts, hearing the hard grunting from you paired with sugurus loud whining has him breathing hard. He doesn’t bother with underwear most nights so it’s rather easy for him to slide his fingers inbetween his slippery cunt,

he knows he shouldn’t indulge, knows he shouldn’t be touching himself like this especially to someone he’s so close with.

But he can’t help but rub his clit, a circle motion done over and over, he should really really stop, it’s gross, but his lust outweighs everything. Satoru has felt a little attraction towards you but compared to the way suguru looks at you: he’s got nothing on the table, but he’d also never get involved with sugurus relations. He keeps up with the circle motions but feels empty: so empty, trying to finger himself just isn’t doing it: satoru wants more, something bigger, he can’t do anything but pathetically try to get off: already feeling tears decorate his eyeline from frustration.

[mommycity]

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

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

[mysicklove]

𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐗!

DAY 11: COCK WARMING + NIPPLE PLAY

With: Suguru Geto

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: sub! geto, afab!/fem! reader (reader gets called "ma'am" once) , geto's nipples are abused :/, bottom reader, creampie, reader is a bit of a pervert, nipple piercings mention, begging and crying (like usual)

A/N: and you guys thought i would NEVER post for kinktober (nobody said this I just think u r thinking it). here I am. this one was strange to write tho idk. kinda wasn't feeling it :/ but maybe u guys will

You feel a kiss pressed into the back of your neck, and then two, and suddenly, you can feel your lover trying to plant a hickey on your skin. You pull away quickly, and the man behind you groans in annoyance. “Nice try. Relax, Suguru, you are being so needy,” You complain, readjusting yourself on his lap. Geto makes a low noise, similar to a whimper, and you can’t help but grin at the meek sound.

He recomposes himself, taking in a deep breath and letting out a low laugh. “Just give me a chance, my love. I will make you feel good. J-Just let me.” His words come out more of a plea, and he internally curses himself – pleading only makes it worse.

You stretch your arms out with a mewl, listening to the satisfying pop in your shoulders. Then, you collapse against Geto’s chest with a yawn. His hands rest on your thighs, and his leg begins to bounce, trying to distract himself. “Dont want to. Can we just relax and watch the movie?” You hum in return.

He faintly hears the movie playing in the background, but he can't pay attention to it. All he can think of is how badly he needs to cum, how desperately he craves to fuck you. You have been sitting on his cock for twenty minutes now, and he feels like he is going insane. “Please let me move. I will be quick, I swear. Just let me cum first, and I will watch the movie!”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Is that all I am to you? Something to fuck? I was trying to have a nice evening, and here you are ruining it cause you can't control yourself.”

Geto grinds his teeth together. He knows what you are doing, especially the way you tightened up just coincidentally after you said that. But still, he plays his part, knowing that it was worse not to. “It’s not like that, you know that.” He begins to kiss your neck, hoping to coax something out of you. “Just want it, s-so badly. Love you so much, but you are torturing me, you know that?” He murmurs, trying to keep his voice from shaking. He licks at his lips, and his fingers twitch on your thigh.

You shake your head, leaning forward to grab a piece of popcorn. The movement of you slightly raising yourself up and then down sends Geto moaning out, and his hands instinctually grab onto your hips. His fingers are shaking, and he is trying his best not just to hold you down and fuck you then and there. He wasn’t one to disobey that easily, instincts aside.

But as if nothing happened, you slump against his chest, feeding yourself some more popcorn.  “No,” You decide, leaning up to press a small kiss to his jaw. “I just want to relax here. ‘s comfortable. You are alright with that, yes, Suguru?”

His mouth goes dry, and he glares at the back of your neck. Suguru knows that is wasn’t simply because you wanted to relax – no, you wanted to tease him, to drive him insane. He wants to yell at you, but nothing will come out of that. So he tries to relax on the couch, spreading his legs and looking at the ceiling. “Yeah. ‘s fine. Relax. Relax,” he murmurs mostly to himself, trying to get himself not to buck his hips into you.

“Good boy,” You coo, pressing another couple of kisses to his neck. He, in turn, jumps with a noise just smaller than a whimper, but tries his best not to complain.

 And then the two of you remain silent for the next ten minutes. You just sat and watched the movie, and Geto found himself playing with anything he could to force himself not to move his hips. He even got soft for a moment when he spent a couple of minutes thinking about how gross curses taste, but with one sigh from you as your arms stretch out and reposition yourself on his cock, he finds himself hard again. 

But then, out of the blue, you turn yourself on his lap and face him. He gulps when he feels your cheek press against his chest while you wear a small grin on your face. You were planning something, he could tell. 

“This movie sucks,” You complain, “Need some better entertainment.”

Geto’s eyes widen and his breathing picks up. “Let me fuck you,” He breathes, using his shaky hands to tilt your jaw up to face him. “Please, I-I promise it will keep you entertained.”

You pull away from his grip, and the man furrows his eyebrows. “Not happening. If you ask again, I will leave you here. Do you understand Suguru?”

He does let a whine slip out this time, but you dont flinch at him, instead seeming to narrow your eyes even more. He nods his head, gulping, before saying, “Yes, ma’am.”

You frown at him, rubbing your thumb on his closed lips. “Poor baby. I wish your body were just as obedient as your mouth. Must be so frustrated.”

Your hands pull away from his mouth and trace down the flowy white tee shirt he wears for bed. They stop and circle the two erect nipples on his chest, and Geto flinches. “I am. Can you please help me?”

You pinch one of his nipples through the cloth and his whole body jerks. “I take it back. Your mouth is as whorish as your body,” You seem to seeth, and Suguru is quick to mumble out multiple apologies to try to get you to let go of the sensitive buds.

After a moment, you spare him and let go of them, but your hands trail to the base of the shirt before sliding under it until your hands touch his abdomen. Suguru gulps but doesn’t say anything as you force his shirt up and over his head. The cloth lands just behind his neck, but neither of you spares it a glance.

Then, your hands dance their way up to his nipples, causing his entire body to freeze. For the months you spent dating him, you have grown fawn of toying with the cute nubs. They were always an erogenous spot for your lover, but during sex, you make sure to always somehow stimulate them. Eventually, they became more and more sensitive, and sometimes, if you are lucky, you can hear him hiss out when they graze the fabric of his shirt while stripping. He has taken to baggier clothes instead of trying to reason with you.

Geto doesn’t move from his position, but his eyes look up at you in a plea. His chest was puffy from yesterday night’s teasing, and you could make out a faint bite mark that trapped the bud. “How do you manage to get cuter?” You sigh, gently pinching both of them in between your pointer and middle finger, which makes a low whine slip from his mouth.

“I dont think I have met anyone other than you that has a strange fascination in a male’s chest,” Suguru mumbles out, a small pout on his face that doesn’t last long, considering that your mouth has found its way to his chest.

His eyes widen, and his hands shoot from your thigh to the back of your hair. “H-Hey. Wait. Oh fuck. Gentle!” He borderline yelps, back arching against the couch as his eyes screw shut. It sends a shiver down his body, and with every drag of your tongue, he can feel himself grow overstimulated.

You grin into his skin, and he can feel your teeth graze against him. “I am,” you mumble out, moving to give the other nipple some attention. His hand tightens on your hair, and he grinds his teeth together to try to distract himself from the overbearing stimulation. It was borderline painful, but at the same time, he knew that the couple probably cum from that alone. And that’s what worried him.

“Now, can I?”

You cock your head to the side, dragging your tongue up his chest. “Can you what?”

Suguru goes quiet for a moment, mouth slightly open as another full-body shiver runs down his spine. “I dont want to cum like this,” he begs, dark eyes flickering to you in a plea, “I want–please let me fuck you. Please. Please!”. 

Your other hand creeps toward his other nipple, running circles around it. It was wet from your mouth, so your finger slides easily over the reddened flesh. His breaths are coming out in his pants, switching from holding his breath to try and ignore the sensation to rapid exhales as he tries to move his chest away from you. It was endearing, seeing him squirm because he usually held his composure well, always growing embarrassed when you tease him about it.

“Why? It feels good, yeah? I think you are going about this the wrong way, Suguru,” You sigh, now using both fingers to flick at the nub. Your lips are millimeters from his, and he is borderline breathing into your mouth. “It is a privilege to cum, y’know.”

Your lover licks at his lips, twitching and letting out a small yelp. “I-I know. Thankful for it. But, it’s a lot,” he whines, accidentally pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips when his body uncontrollably jerks. 

He shakes his head back and forth when you chuckle at him, tears beginning to pool in his eyes. “It’s–You are driving me insane,” the man warbles, biting the inside of his mouth and shutting his eyes when you pinch him. His hands drift back to your waste again, and he rolls his hips upward. The action makes you raise your eyebrows, intrigued by the sudden defiance. 

“Dont wanna cum, dont wanna cum like this. Please, please, please move.” You watch as his hands ghost up and down your waist, most likely imagining what it would be like to have you bounce on him. His eyes are screwed shut, and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration – you even have to tear his lip from his teeth before it begins to bleed.

You dramatically sigh, finally tearing your fingers from his chest to pin them to your side. The action causes him to blink up at you in confusion, and you watch as a singular tear fall to his cheek. “You have 15 seconds to cum, do you understand?”

His body goes rigid, and he leans up from the couch to get closer to you. “Can I?”

“Yes,” you mumble, rolling your eyes. “you can fuck me. Your time starts now.” 

In an instant, you are being pinned to his chest with his face buried into your neck. His hands dig into your waist, and he begins his frantic thrusts upward. Loud moans are breathed into your shoulder, and his mouth begins to pepper your skin in love bites. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Geto chants, eyes falling contently shut.

Your eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, especially the fact that your face was now suffocating in his chest. But you take this as an opportunity, and immediately your mouth falls on the closest nipple, using your teeth to nibble at it gently.

The reaction is immediate; Geto curses out as his back slightly arches. His pace doesn’t let up even with the sensitive distraction, and more tears seem to tumble down his face. “Ten seconds,” You whisper into his chest, trying to hide the tremble in your voice from how rough he was being with you. He didn’t seem to have a care in the world, simply focusing on his pleasure alone. You didn’t know if you found that cute or annoying.

“W-Wait. Give me five more. Y-You’re counting too fast!” He frantically demands, pulling you tighter toward him. You dont respond, instead trying to find some breathing room to switch to the other nipple. This time when you do latch onto it, you bite it harder than any of the other times, and Geto lets out a screeching sound. Tears cascade down his face, and he whimpers out in pain, but nevertheless, he continues to thrust upward, not willing to miss out on his orgasm.

“Five seconds,” You purr, and at the words, he begins to cry into your neck. Strong arms encompass your entire frame, and he digs his fingers into any surface he can on your body. But his sounds were higher in pitch, and his thrusts were uneven, so you could tell that he was close.

“Three…” He shakes his head back and forth, thick hair tickling your shoulder as his breaths become shorter. His eyes begin to widen, and he gulps, continuing with his hip movements. The room fills with loud slapping noises and pants from both parties. 

“Two…”

But you didn’t get to one because after sending one last long lick to the sensitive bud, Getos comes crashing down. The sound he lets out is breathless, similar to a moan and hiccup, like he struggling to breathe. He throws his head back, and it is just centimeters away from knocking into your chin, but you dont have the energy to tease him. Besides, even if you did, he wouldn’t listen, not in this state at least.

Cum begins to leak out and slide back onto his dick, and the feeling makes you sigh. Getos orgasm lasts around twenty seconds, but even after, his body twitches with aftershock. You watch sweat drip down his neck, and his chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath,  But he wears a lazy grin on his face, eyes hazy, but completely content, finally sedated. 

Geto releases your arms and collapses back onto the couch with one last deep sigh. You take this time to inspect his body, grinning to yourself when you catch sight of his nipples. When he catches your gaze, his arms immediately reach out to cover himself. “No more nipple play for a long, long, long time. You are officially cut off from my chest.”

You let out a loud whine in complaint. “You can’t do that! I was just thinking about piercing them!”

The man stares at you incredulously, shivering at the idea of a needle driving through his already oversensitive nipples. “You must be crazy,” he sighs, “and a pervert. Now get off me, let’s go get cleaned up. I want to finish the movie.”

“Uh huh, so now you want to watch the movie with me!” He doesn’t respond, instead just grabbing you by the waist and dragging you toward the bathroom. 

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[loafgeto]

ᝬ 𝗡𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 ⤵︎

geto suguru x fem!reader

synopsis: you are the babysitter to twin girls. their adoptive dad, suguru, is normally dealing with work related issues and comes back one night with a treat.

cw: fem! reader, mdni 18+, explicit language, dilf geto suguru, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, dirty talking, fingering, squirting, some praising and usage of pet names (geto says princess, baby, and sweetheart, mister and sir are used for geto), you and geto basically fucking and trying to keep quiet while the girls sleep ;P

wc: 3.9k

a/n: hello guys, this is my first oneshot on here🙁 and if you know me, i’ve been obsessing over geto suguru and one of my friends suggested i write about him!! this oneshot isn’t proofread so it’s published however i wrote it like. i’ll go back soon to check for grammar or typo issues. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy because i know i will😋💯‼️

“Come on girls, it’s time for you two to sleep,” you call from the kitchen to the two girls that were sitting by the TV in the living room. After cleaning the table and washing dishes, you went to the girls in order to prepare them for bed.

Grabbing the remote to the TV, one of the girls suddenly whine. “But I don’t wanna sleep. I wanna watch TV still,” Nanako huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in persistence.

“Me too.. I like this show. Please miss Y/n?” the other twin, Mimiko frowns, pressing her stuffed animal close to her.

“I’m sorry girls.. you know your dad gave me your schedules and he firmly said for you two to be in bed by 8:30,” you remind the girls as the remote falls under your grasp and you hit the power button to turn the TV off. “Now if your dad found out I broke one of the rules, he might not let me be your babysitter anymore.”

Their eyes widen in shock and they end up complying to your words. It wasn’t necessarily true. Though, their dad would be disappointed, he wouldn’t fire you because of it. And that’s because you’re actually a great babysitter. The previous ones weren’t as bad, but the girls didn’t necessarily like them until you were hired.

Nanako and Mimiko were quick to like you as their babysitter, in which satisfied their dad and you began babysitting them constantly several weekdays and weekends. It had been three months since, and it’s like you were apart of the family.

Not only that, you were given a good pay every week just to watch and take care of them. He was a single dad, worked 5 days a week to provide for him and the girls, and well, extremely handsome. You were astonished to discover that he didn’t even have a partner. He always dismissed it, declaring he was too focused on his work to seek for a relationship.

Unfortunate. You were honestly attracted to him, but you didn’t get this job solely because of that. You genuinely needed money to support yourself, and since you had prior skills in taking care of children, you figured it’d be easier to earn that way.

You just happen to become interested in the dude. It was to the point you even started developing some romantic feelings for him. You started imagining yourself with him, with the girls, as a family. Even imagining him pinning you down on his bed and fucking you relentlessly. You felt guilty thinking about it all, but no one had to know.

For now, you hide your true feelings about him but still show your respect and care for him. And you weren’t certain but, you even considered that he might have something towards you too.

You tuck the two girls in their individual twin beds, making sure they were comfortable before reading them a bed time story. And when they finally fell into a slumber, you quietly slip out of their room, shut off the lights and close their door.

Venturing back into the kitchen, you decide to grab a small serving of the cookies you three baked for dessert earlier and settle in the living room before their dad got home.

You play on your phone for the remainder of the hour. Scrolling through social media and messaging friends back while munching on the cookies. You glance at the clock several times, reading the numbers before deciding whether to prepare a meal for their father or not. Usually, out of courtesy, you would cook him a simple dinner that he always appreciated by eating and complimenting how well you cooked it.

hello, mister geto. i was wondering if you wanted me to cook dinner for you so that when you get back, it would be ready? you sent him the message, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited for a response.

No later than 2 minutes, he replies. no need to worry. i’m getting takeout. thanks though.

Well, you guessed you were able to relax until then, which you found no problem in.

You took this moment to walk around the two story house and explore. Their dad gave you permission to do so, even allowed you to enter all of the rooms besides his unless necessary. You were allowed to touch items but handle them with care or else you’d pay for the damage. You often found yourself in the room where he stores series of novels and single books, and read there while the girls sleep.

This time, you decided to grab one of the books from the Percy Jackson collection and read in the living room before their dad came home. You didn’t know how many times you’ve read the series, but you enjoyed it, and could read it over and over again with no complaints.

By the time it was 9:30, you could hear the front door to the house click, indicating someone was using a key to open the house. You get up from the couch, deciding to greet their dad by the door. The knob twists and as you approach the large foyer, the door opens and their dad steps into the house.

Geto Suguru is definitely one in a billion. His eyes directly fall onto your figure when the doors open, and he found himself unable to break his gaze until he opens his mouth.

“Ah. Y/n,” Suguru was quite surprised with your greeting by the door, but he replaces his expression with a warm smile as he shuts the door behind him. “How was today? Were the girls good?”

“Today went well, as usual, Mister Geto. The girls were good. Did their homework, had dinner, and are sleeping right now,” you reply as he walks past you to get into the kitchen. He gives you a glance and nods, and you follow him.

“That’s good, I appreciate it,” Suguru implies as he enters the kitchen, placing the bag of takeout on his kitchen island table. He gives you another look before adding, “want some?”

“Oh- no, thank you. Please, it’s your dinner. You should enjoy it,” you decline with a polite grin as you went to the other side of the island table. Conversations were occasionally like this between the two of you, it may seem awkward, but it didn’t feel like it. “How was work today for you, Mister Geto?”

“Was alright. Just got dragged into some issues. Have to deal with it tomorrow,” Suguru sighs with an irritated groan. He starts untying the knot from the takeout bag and took out the boxes.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Hopefully things will be alright for you,” you reply with a slight frown. “You know I’m here to listen to your problems.”

“No worries, but I appreciate you,” Suguru chuckles softly. “By the way, you sure you don’t want any? I bought too much for one person.”

“I’d feel bad..”

“You should feel bad for not eating, especially when I offered,” Suguru slides one of the boxes over to you. “Come on. It’d be our first dinner together.”

You didn’t necessarily know how to respond and decide to just comply to his offer. You take the takeout box and a pair of chopsticks. “Well.. thank you, Mister Geto.”

Suguru only nods as a reply and you both start to eat in silence. You notice that he frequently sends you glances. Mind you, you’re wearing a dress. The length was mid-thigh and the attire was mainly for the girls since they wanted to play dress up. His glances caused you to ponder if he was becoming uncomfortable and you decide to bring up the matter but Suguru speaks first.

“The dress looks beautiful on you,” Suguru blurts out the compliment as your eyes meet his. You were appalled, to say the least. This unexpected compliment caused your heart to skip rapid beats.

“O-Oh.. thank you, sir.. The girls wanted to play dress up, so I came in a dress in order to do that,” you casually explain, trying not to express your fluster due to his words.

Suguru raises a brow, but smiles. “Yeah? I’m glad you and the girls have a close bond. They don’t have a mother figure but I believe you’re supporting that role for them. I’m genuinely grateful for you since I can’t always be there for them. And you’re always welcome here, even if you aren’t scheduled to babysit them.”

“I really appreciate that. Thank you so much,” you give him a smile. Honestly, how more can this man go to attract you?

“You thirsty?” Suguru brings up next as he starts walking towards one of the cabinets. He takes out two wine glasses, glancing at you for an answer. “I don’t have wine anymore, you fine with some juice or soda and we pretend like it’s wine or whatever?”

You laugh softly. “I’m fine with that.”

Suguru pours juice in the two glasses and hands you one of them. “Next time, I’ll have some wine prepared. Just don’t want the girls getting their hands on something they shouldn’t be touching.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll hide them extra careful. Besides, the girls are smart enough not to snoop in areas they aren’t supposed to,” you imply and Suguru chuckles, nodding in agreement.

“You’re right. Next time then.”

“Mhm. Next time.”

You and Suguru finish eating shortly afterwards. He remained at the island table, cleaning up the takeout boxes and messaging his employers on his phone. You went to the sink and began washing your glass cup, and afterwards, you’d finally prepare to go back home.

Suguru stood behind, unbeknownst to you. About to turn around in order to fetch his cup to wash, you felt the sensation of his body hover over yours. This feeling caused you to startle, but you remained poised and watch as he placed his empty cup in the sink.

“Don’t worry, I got it from here,” Suguru whispers in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and you turn your head to meet his gaze. He was so close to you. His lips were reachable for you and your heart starts pounding.

“I-It’s okay.. I should be the one to..” you start to say as your eyes trail from his lips and up to his eyes. “..wash them..”

You and Suguru stood there, locking eyes for who knows how long. It was cliche, but at that moment, you found yourself getting lost in his dark eyes. You felt your face burning and you were certain Suguru could see how flustered you’ve become. But you didn’t budge, and neither did he.

“Mister Geto..?”

“Fuck..” Suguru murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but remained in the same position. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just—“

He looks back up at you and the expression in eyes told everything.

In an instant, your lips found your way to his. Suguru immediately kisses you back, wrapping an arm around your waist while yours went around his neck. He gently pushes you against the kitchen island table, and he deepens the kiss with more passionate energy.

You pull Suguru closer, a hand going to grasp his hair as his free hand slithers under your thigh and he grips it. Suguru hoists your thighs up and moves his hand further under your dress.

“God.. you’re so beautiful. Wanna fuck you so bad, princess,” Suguru mumbles as he pulls away slightly from the kiss.

“W-Want you to fuck me.. Mister Geto..” you whisper through your pants as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you another kiss, pressing his tongue against yours. You moan against mouth and he pulls away, sliding his hand up to cup your ass.

“Yeah?” He replies and you nod, feeling the tip of his middle finger trace the soaked area of your underwear. “Already so fucking wet, just f’me.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Suguru then began swirling his finger around your clothed clit, causing you to release a moan. Gosh. The feeling of his fingers just gently touching you already made you a complete mess.

“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” Suguru reminds you as he pushes your underwear to the side.

“Mhm.. want you to fuck me with your fingers, sir..” you mumble, still holding him by the neck.

Suguru wastes no time and pushes two of his longer fingers into your dripping pussy. You throw your head back slightly, gasping at the feeling before Suguru latches his mouth on your neck. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you at a sensual pace, circling his thumb around your clit.

Your hand grabs the edge of the island table for support and the other covers your mouth, refraining your loud moans to echo throughout the house. But it just felt too good, that you could barely hold back.

“You hear that, princess? You hear how wet you are for me?” Suguru inquires, pulling back and dropping to his knees. His fingers pump a few more time before he lifts the dress up even more. “Such a pretty pussy.”

“M-Mister Geto..” you moan as you felt his mouth latch onto your pussy. His tongue starts to suck and lick your clit, as he proceeds to slide and curl his fingers in and out of you in a faster pace. “So good..”

Suguru thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting your spots. He uses his other hand to lift your leg over his shoulder for a better angle before pushing his fingers out. He licks your arousal dripping from your cunt and down your thighs before pressing his tongue into your pussy.

“S-Sir!” you throw your head back as you felt his tongue lick in and all around pussy. He gives a gentle blow to your clit before giving it several kitten licks.

Suguru returns two of his fingers inside of you, curling and pumping them at a quicker speed. Your moans escape from the tip of your tongue just like that. It was music to Suguru’s ears and he wanted to hear your sweet and erotic noises more.

The way your walls clench around his long fingers made him wonder how it’d feel like with his dick. Oh, how he wanted to test it out right now.

“G-Gonna cum.. Mister Geto..”

“Cum for me, princess. Cum over my face and fingers.”

A hand goes to grip his hair as he fucks your pussy with his mouth and fingers. You’re close, feeling his fingers curl in you to rub against your sensitive spots. Suguru quickens his pace so you’d cum faster when hearing your wet pussy squelch and moans get louder, messier.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. cumming—“ you moan out, head falling back and your grip on the kitchen island table tightens as your cum squirts over his fingers and mouth.

Suguru continues to pump his fingers several times as you came, licking all of the juices that dripped from his mouth. He cleans your cum with his tongue, making sure to get every droplet that dropped on your skin.

He gets up, gently pushing his fingers in your mouth in order for you to get a taste of yourself. You suck and swirl your tongue over his fingers and Suguru’s expression turns more cunning.

“Didn’t think my kids’ babysitter was this naughty,” Suguru comments with a chuckle following.

“It’s cause of you..” you murmur as he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connected from your tongue and the tip of his fingers.

Suguru leans in to give you another kiss, lifting you off the ground with his strength and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips moves against his as he walks the two of you over to the living room, where he lays you down on the couch.

“Remember to keep your voice down, princess,” Suguru mutters as he trails his hand behind your back to the zipper of your dress. He gives you another quick kiss as you nod your head.

Suguru completely unzips your dress and lifts it over your head, tossing it to the side before examining your body with his eyes. “So perfect,” he says and lowers his body to kiss you again.

He grinds his body against yours and you could feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy. Even under all that clothing, you knew he was big. So big that you didn’t know if you could take it.

“Need you inside of me, Mister Geto. Please,” you whine as his hand slips under your bra to grope your breast.

“You that impatient?” Suguru chuckles against your skin before pressing several kisses down your neck and chest. But it’s obvious that he’s completely mesmerized. “Need my dick in you so badly, hm? I’ll give it to you, baby.”

Suguru unzips his pants, taking his hard cock out. It sprung up, already dripping in pre-cum. Your eyes were glued on his dick, mouth practically open. Your pussy quivered with the sight of it, knowing it’d be slipping in and out of you soon, making you beg for more.

He could feel his face flush as quickly takes off his shirt and he begins pumping his cock several times with his hand. “Can’t wait to feel your pussy around my cock.”

Suguru slips your underwear off, tossing it to the side with your dress and spreads your legs further apart before aligning the tip of his dick to your entrance. You bite your lip, feeling his tip glide against your wet folds.

“Still so wet..” Suguru murmurs, dick twitching with the feeling of your wet entrance. “Been waiting for this moment..”

“Me too.. sir..”

He pushes his cock inside of your pussy slowly, feeling your walls clench around him at an instant. You both let out moans, and Suguru lowers his body over you while using both of his hands to grab your hips.

Suguru was big, so fucking big. He stretches you out perfectly, as if your pussy was made just for his cock.

“Fuckkk,” Suguru grunts, pushing his entire length into your pussy.

“So big.. Oh g-god. Mister Ge—“

“Suguru. Call me, Suguru,” he interrupts as his face drops to your neck.

“Suguru..”

Hearing you say his name for the first time brought a warm feeling to his heart, it was so soft, sweet and affectionate. The way you looked at Suguru made him wonder if you actually felt the same way about him.

With no hesitation, Suguru thrusts immediately, grunting during the moment when he feels his cock grinding against the walls of your pussy. You cover your moans with your hand, and his thrusts become faster and deeper, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy.

“Fuck! Suguru-!” your arms wrap around him, nails beginning to claw his back.

Your moans start to resonate the room, despite trying to lower it, his cock was just too good. He thrusts fast, his balls slapping against your cunt and you swore you could feel him penetrate your womb. The wet and erotic sounds of skin slapping and your wet pussy starts to permeate the room and Suguru covers your mouth with his, refraining your loud moans to travel to the second level of the house.

Suguru’s pounding you so fucking good, just like you’ve always imagined him doing. But this was way better than all your imaginations and dreams. You’re in pure bliss, overwhelmed with the feeling of how good his cock his. Your legs wrap around Suguru’s waist as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper as he could, enjoying your moans falling into his mouth.

“Fuck.. your pussy feels so good princess,” Suguru says as he pulls his lips away from yours.

He slips his cock out before pushing two fingers inside of your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb again. He thrusts them several times, getting moans out of you before slipping them out.

Suguru flips your body over, and you prop yourself with your two hands while his hands travels back to your hips. He grips the side of your hips, spreading your ass cheeks before slamming his cock back inside of you, making you wince.

“Suguru!”

This position made you feel him so deep inside. His cock rubs against your g-spot every thrust, making your body tremble and moans escape even more. Suguru noticed this made you louder, and he found it amusing and cute how you’re trying to stay quiet as possible.

Your pussy is clenching him so tight, making him grunt and moan. God, he knew he’d love this feeling. “F-Fuck, princess. Squeeze my cock just like that.”

“S-So close again.. Suguru-“

Suguru’s grip around your hip tightens to the point his hand print was marked and he fastens his pace, his hips slamming into your ass and the couch starts creating squeaking noises. Your upper body drops to the couch, unable to withstand propping yourself up. Your moans are buried within the couch and your back arches more to allow Suguru to fuck you deeper.

He could feel how deep he’s going in your pussy, it drove him insane. Fucking your kid’s babysitter should be the last thing to think of but he couldn’t help himself, especially on the first day he met you. For one, all he knew was that he wanted you. Wanted to hear you moan, cry out his name and kiss him. Wanted to cum inside of you and make you squirt. He’d make you his.

“Gonna cum soon, baby— fuck,” Suguru grunts, lowering his body over yours. One of his hands goes to grab your face, making you turn to face him. You both share a sloppy kiss, moans bouncing off each other’s tongues.

“Want your cum in me, Suguru..”

“Yeah? Gonna pump some into your womb. Gonna make you mine.”

You can barely speak, your mind becomes foggy and your eyes are rolling back. Moans can only tell how you’re feeling, and it’s enough for Suguru to know he’s fucking you the best.

Suguru’s lips trail down your neck and to your shoulders, and he peppers several kisses against your skin. He gently bites the skin of your back, returning his grip to your hips as he quickens his thrust, pounding you from the back.

“Fuck, fuck. I-I’m all yours, Suguru!” you cry out, trying to grip the seat of the couch as you reach your next orgasm. 

“Cumming too, shit—“ Suguru grunts, his dick pumping cum into your womb as you squirt over his cock and couch. He gives several slow thrusts, feeling the walls of your pussy pulsating and squeezing all of his cum out. 

You’re both panting and sweating, processing the moment that just occurred. Suguru’s cock is still buried deep inside of you, gaining the warm feeling of your pussy. He groans, finally slipping his cock out. 

His cum mixed with your juices drip out of your pussy, streaming down your inner thigh and onto the couch. Suguru is breathing heavily and he lowers his body in order to press a kiss against your temple. 

“Wanna stay here for the night?” Suguru questions, lips near your ear. 

“I don’t know..” you reply, turning your head to him before he kisses your lips. “I don’t have extra clothes.”

“Wear mines.”

Suguru kisses you once again, trying to convince you further.

“Come on. It’s late, besides you and I need a shower. And clean up the mess we made,” Suguru continues with a short chuckle. “Plus, I’m sure the girls will be thrilled to see you in the morning.”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding your head. “Okay.”

LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

[sullisua]

thinking about afab! househusband suguru and how he would be just the most perfect husband ever.

every morning, suguru would wake up and make you breakfast before work. he’d iron your clothes and pack you lunch. always eager to get a kiss from you right before leaving. while you were gone, he’d clean the house because his home had to be just as pretty and well kept as him!

then, later in the day, he’d get a call from you saying you’d be coming home later. this would upset him, of course. he misses you. but he can hear the tiredness in your voice so instead of wallowing, he decides to prepare a relaxing night for you. as dinner cooks on the stove, he’s in the shower shaving his pretty boy pussy and rubbing on that body wash he knows you love the scent of.

he chooses to stay naked under the silk black robe he’s thrown on. finally, you make it home and suguru runs to greet you at the door. as usual, you’ve come with flowers in your hand for your pretty boy. he’s grateful, taking the bouquet with a smile before gently putting it to the side and wrapping his arms around your neck.

you’re happy to have him close to you, pulling him into your chest eager to kiss him. but, he stops you and instead guides you to go and eat dinner. you let him, lacing your fingers as he takes you into the dinning room where he’s already set the table and served you food.

suguru loves to see you eat his food so well. his heart swelling to see you content with your meal. he drops his spoon and because you were always such a gentleman, you would pick it up of course. as you bent down under the table to grab it, you were shocked to come face to face with suguru’s spread legs, his pussy glistening in slick.

he knew what he was doing. he knew you’d drop dinner in favor of him. so it was no surprise to him when you came over to his side of the table for a heated kiss as your hands slid between his legs, rubbing circles on his clit.

eventually, you’d be in your bedroom. suguru sat on your lap, head against your chest, as you fucked your cock into his dripping cunt. the day’s stress all going into suguru’s pussy. your little husband loved it, choked moans leaving his lips as he creamed on your dick.

round after round because that’s what suguru did to you. turned you into an animal. he would take all of it, though. he wanted to get pregnant, wanted to have a family with you.

he loved being your husband.

[astroknottt]

:O

FUCKING SUGURU IN FRONT OF HIS LIL CULT BROO (bonus if the r! is a non-sorcerer, but it rlly don't matter)

# 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 drabble !

“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔”, his knees burned and he couldn’t stop crying. his nails hurt from digging into the wooden floor to the point where blood painted the tiles. you were digging him out so deep, his hole clenching and tugging at your cock—pulling you deeper and deeper into his pretty cunt.

“this is your god? the man you dumbasses worship huh?”, his long black hair was wrapped around your hand, tugging back on the locks as your pelvis collided with his ass. his spine was curved deliciously, the robe pushed up to his mid back as he cried out like a two dollar whore.

the group of worshippers surrounded you you both, watching in amusement but also confusion. this what not the man they’d come to love and worship. was he sick? allowing a “monkey” to dick him down in their sacred home?

their amazing leader, tongue lolled out and eyes crossed into the back of his skull, calling out your name like you were everything he needed. like he worshipped you, pleading for you to fill his pink cunt with all your cum.

“look at him!”, in one swift movement you lifted his head while continuously pounding into him, his wetness leaving a white ring around your cock from his arousal and previous orgasms. “taking a non-sorcerer’s dick like a fucking champ”

you were the acceptation. you flashed geto that pretty dimpled smile and he dropped his panties with ease, never did he think he would be getting fucked dumb in front of those who looked up to him. it was embarrassing, but fuck did it make his pussy thump with arousal.

“fuck! gimme more! a-ah oh god! y-you’re so deep ahnn!”, geto drools over himself a complete difference from the non fearing and all powerful curse used these strangers have come to idolize. it sparked talk amongst the crowd.

the lower area of of tummy felt heavy, you were practically punching his womb at this point. touching areas he could’ve never thought was possible and in turn pulling the most whorish sounds from mouth. nonetheless he giggled and begged for more like the proper slut he was.

maybe you could convince him to have this smooth brained idiots to serve you as well.

© ASTROKNOTT 2023 !

[akumakosuke]

Tw. Dom!Amab!Reader x Sub!Afab!Suguru, overstimulation, breeding kink kinda, multiple orgasms, squirting, Afab terms used to describe Suguru, size kink kinda, brief mention of somnophilia at the end.

Just a random thought about 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚..

Yall saw in the latest episode how his veiny hand looked wrapped around his lovely neck?

Now imagine 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 hands practically clawing at your back, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 desperately holding onto you, trying to ground himself and focus on something other than your massive cock drilling into his tight pussy as you force his body into mating press.

Your large hands grip the flesh of his thighs as you hold his knees against his shoulders, his feet dangle in the air, his toes curl and his muscles tense as you keep pounding his soaking pussy with the pace of a wild fucking animal.

It's not a comfortable position at all but neither of you care. You're both too caught up in the mind numbing feeling of each other's bodies.

Theres no words being spoken just your low grunts and groans, 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 whiney, broken moans and whimpers and the frankly sinful sound of your hips slamming against 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 the slick, plaph sound 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy and your dick makes each time you ram your entire length inside his pussy drives you insane.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 warm, wet, gummy walls envelope your entire cock in the most blissful feeling you've ever had the pleasure of indulging in.

You could get lost in his pussy, God it feels so good you want to keep your dick in him forever.

And it's just as enjoyable for 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚, the feeling of your hard shaft driving its way into his pussy, hitting every sweet spot.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 feels so full as you use your entire body weight to hold him down and somehow drive your dick deeper inside him.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 head flies back, his eyes screw shut and his mouth open yet no sound comes out. His pussy clenches on your dick like a vice as he cums.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy is so sensitive and swollen, he just came but your movements don't falter, in fact they speed up.

The feeling of his pussy clenching on your dick, the slick feeling of his cum surrounding your entire length sends you into overdrive.

All you want to do is pump his pussy full of your cum so you speed up, driving yourself closer to the edge.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 whines pathetically, the overstimulation becoming almost too much for him.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 body jerks violently as he cums again, he's thrashing in your grip as you bully your cock into his pussy, desperately chasing your release.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 doesn't know if he wants to pull away or pull you closer so you cum directly into his womb and fill him to the brim.

Your grunts and low growls get louder and more desperate as you reach your climax. Your dick twitches inside 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy.

The knot in your stomach is about to break but 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 thrashing is making it hard for you to fuck him properly so you bring one of your large hands down to his clit.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 too overstimulated and fucked out to realize what you're doing then his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw goes slack, his toes curl and his body tenses, freezing completely as you roll his clit between your fingers.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 squirts all over the both of you, his warm cum and the tightness of his pussy send you over the edge as the knot in your stomach breaks.

Your hips stutter and you groan loudly as you completely sheath your entire length inside his pussy, the tip of your dick touches his cervix as a bludge appears on his tummy and you pump his womb full of your thick, hot cum.

𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 lets out a downright pornographic moan as his womb gets filled with your cum. He can feel your tip against his cervix pumping your cum directly into his womb, your length twitching inside his tight walls, your rough fingers still relentlessly rub his clit raw, working him through his orgasm.

It's too much as fat tears roll down his face, his eyes glaze over and his entire body goes limp, his hands stop clawing at your back and fall to his sides, his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath.

Black spots start to cloud his vision and he passes out from the overstimulation and sheer exhaustion.

Your dick is still twitching and pumping him full of cum as you try and stabilize your breathing. You look down at the now unconscious 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚.

His eyes are closed, his plump lips are slightly parted, his long black hair clings to his face as sweat glistens across his skin, which is covered in bites and bruises.

Your eyes trail down his muscular body to where the two of you are connected and you groan as you feel your dick getting hard again at the sight of 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 swollen, abused pussy stuffed with your dick, leaking your cum, his clit is puffy and red and sudden you have the overwhelming urge to fuck your cum back into him even if hes unconscious.

Okay random thought over that's all I got.

[deathc-re]

he loves fucking you and watching his cum dribble out of your hole but more than that, he loved fucking you standing while you're bent over. because then, he can cum in you and pull your panties back up to cover your hole. having you pout at the uncomfortable feeling of him pooling in your panties and leaking down you leg.

and, of course, watching your little waddle to the bathroom. face still hot from sex and legs slightly trembling

simon, toji, soap, suguru, zoro, kidd, fat gum, dr stein, & bokuto

[xazse]

I NEED A SEQUAL TO YOUR AFAB!GOJO X READER

AFAB!GOJO x MALE!READER

Notes: listen listen, ur gonna be mad at me but I had to this was the only way I had seen it ending! AND IF YOU DONT LIKE IT JUST LMK AND ILL DO AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING! And I think you meant my recent one? The Afab gojo

Tags: Smut, mentions of Afab!Geto, titjob, cuckholding, The readers actions might not align with yours! Just wanted to let some of you guys know and reader is kind of a bastard. 😭

Pairings: Afab!gojo x male!reader

Satoru despises this right now, he hates it, after your night together, with you fucking him so good in your car, He finds himself wanting to so badly at night, hell even in the mornings hes going crazy. Rubbing his clit for so long it starts to sting, night after night he’s fucking himself with his fingers.

You weren’t lying when you said you had been watching Suguru for a while now, he sees your drifting eyes when he’s in your proximity, he sees it all. Satoru can admit his best friend really is pretty, gandering attention from men and women, he just wishes you weren’t apart of that crowd.

So he’s devised a plan to keep Suguru away from you at all times. He changes his and Sugurus route to school, (they live together and travel everywhere together) he has your classes memorized so that was also easy. Suguru had brought up questions about the changes but he quickly reassured him that nothing was wrong: that he just wanted a change of scenery.

Suguru doesn’t know you, and Satoru wants to keep it that way. He truly doesn’t know why he’s doing all of this for you, I mean he could definitely score someone “better” than you, funnier than you, and just a lot more nicer in general but he keeps finding himself craving you even more.

It seems to work, everything is working in his favor… but you.. you’re a little too quiet, over the years Satoru’s noticed you’re rather upfront with the people you want, so why haven’t you made an attempt at Suguru from the start?

“Attachment: 2 images”

His phone goes off again

“Attachment: 1 video”

Image one consists of Suguru on his knees, with his face covered in cum, seemingly your cum, and dried tears.

Image two is Suguru with his pretty tits, pressed up around your cock, a cute cloudy smile decorating his face.

Satoru feels like time has stopped around him, he doesn’t blame Suguru at all since he hadn’t known of his and yours weird relationship, but you, you’re a bastard through and through, But Satorus fingers don’t stop him from clicking on the video.

It’s Suguru with his legs spread on a table facing forward, facing the camera. He can see all of Sugurus bits, he can see the way you’re sliding in him inch by inch, he can hear Suguru whining at the mere stretch of you. Sugurus hand flies up to his mouth to muffle some of the groans spilling out, then you begin fucking him ruthlessly, even with this you’re still holding the camera perfectly, making sure to rub it in Satorus face even more.

He can hear the lewd wet slapping sounds of your pelvis meeting sugurus ass, the glistening of your slick mixing together already.

He knows Suguru can feel the sting in his pussy when you do slam back into him, knows that it feels so fucking mind numbing and good. You use one of your hands to push his leg towards his shoulder to get deeper and a better angle. Suguru is wrecked with loud sobs of pleasure, one of his hands maneuver to his clit and he begins circling it roughly.

Satoru feels his own clit needing to be touched, his panties are soaking wet three minutes into the video, interrupted he can hear Suguru talking or at least attempting: “please..please.. I wanna..” by this point his hair is strewn all over his face, sticking in some places, he doesn’t even seem to be all there, you’ve reduced the poor man into nothing.

Satoru feels awful, his heart feels heavy, his body is on fire, he doesn’t have anyone he can call at this late hour to help him release his frustrations. He uses his dildo that night, it doesn’t compare it never will, he fucks himself on it for hours and hours, repeating your video everytime. He’s milking his pussy till tears are streaming down his face, but his hips won’t stop.

[mommycity]

Geto with a pussy…it’s gettin me bro. 

Imagine fucking him hgnnsn. Just another night of fun after you both are stressing about your finals. Getting him on all fours and just fucking him with long slow strokes.the way he’s arching his broad frame, his ass is so full it’s just so fucking much ahgnsnn,, His pussy is so wet and needy, it sucks you in and welcomes you home. It’s the best fucking view when you look at where you connect, so sloppy and wet. Geto is so fucking giving even when he’s getting fucked so he’s fucking himself back on you. Your dick is full of his cream at the base. Imagine just rubbing slow tight circles on his clit. “Does it feel good? Fuck I’m so close baby”, he’s whimpering. You have to grab his hair and kiss him so he can give his cream filled finale, he might even let you finish inside. 

Maybe next time you should spit on his asshole and stick a thumb in? I’m just a freak ass nigga tho stay safe yall 

[getonite]

𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝟲𝟰𝟳 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗥.𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥

💿: 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢 1 3 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. ꒰ this track is a top male!reader one, which includes: masturbation, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, praise, jealous/possessive behavior from the reader ꒱

you've felt suguru's eyes on you for the past few days. it's reasonable considering you told him you'll take it step by step and you haven't touched him once since...then. you can practically hear the insecure thoughts swimming in that pretty head of his.

satoru's rambling on about something, suguru listening in interest. your eyes slightly narrow, a smile on your face. its obvious, satoru and suguru. the constant tension going on between them, and it certainly wasn't negative. checking the time on your phone to walk towards satoru's hilarious laughs, and suguru's giggles at both his words and laugh. suguru jumps when he feels your hands on his arms.

you nod in the direction both of you go in to get to the dorms. he looks between you and satoru. "oh, uh. sorry, satoru. gotta go," suguru excuses himself, leaving diamond eyes confused.

"you looove lookin' at satoru, huh?" you mumble, hands in your pockets as you walk back to the dorms. "wha—no i dont!" suguru urgently defends himself, the tips of his ears beginning to turn pink. he doesn't notice the way your eyes narrow at his reaction.

in fact, suguru doesn't notice the little things you do at all. that's the reason it took so long for him to approach you, ending in his first experience with oral. regardless of what he doesn't notice, you will always be the same. kind and gentle, until you get what you want. that smile that seduces twenty, the eyes that look kind upon the people you first meet, those large hands that could please anybody. it wouldn't matter if your smile wasn't seducing suguru, if your eyes weren't looking at him, and if your hands weren't lightly touching his skin, fucking his adorable cunt.

and your patience would have run out if he didn't come talk to you. and just now your patience thinned when you saw those beautiful brown eyes looking at him.

you wouldn't consider yourself a jealous person, but seeing satoru, a friend, touching all over and laughing at suguru, may or may not having pissed you off a little. but, suguru doesn't have to know that. just keep his pretty head focused on other things.

suguru nervously stepped into your room, stepping to the side in stiffness as you walk in. an amused expression crosses your face. "why are you so stiff? sit on the bed, love," you gently direct him. he does as you say with adorable obedience, watching as you dig in your nightstand.

its quiet as his eyes shift from you to his legs, chewing gently on his bottom lip. "do i...taste bad, or something? or—did i not do good?" suguru questions.

you raise an eyebrow at his words, setting the same mirror from last time, and the same bottle of lube on your nightstand. "hm?" you simply answer with a sound, a slight smile on your face as you understand what he's saying. "you haven't touched me in days, i thought i did something wrong..."

a chuckle leaves your lips. "well—no, you did fantastic. and no again, because pussy doesn't necessarily have a—good or bad taste," you start to speak. "i've just been a little...pent. and i had to take care of that."

"so, you fucked someone else?" suguru says plainly, following your movement as you sit on the bed, in front of him. "i didn't say that." a chuckle leaves your lips as you move closer to him, setting his spread legs on top of yours. with a tap to his thigh, you smile at him, silently asking can i take these off?

once you receive a nod you pull off his pants, a small damp spot being visible on his boxers. "wet already? you'd think i conditioned you to get wet when you see me," you mumble, sliding off his boxers aswell.

"w—what are we doing today?" surguru looks a bit nervous as you gently touch him. "we?"

his eyes trace your hands are you reach over and grab the mirror and bottle resting on the nightstand. "not me, you. i said we were using the mirror again." pushing the handle of the mirror in his hand, you spread his legs a bit more, propping them up. the confusion on his was adorable, you couldn't help but smile. "you said you haven't touched yourself, so that's what your gonna do, baby."

suguru shifts with a small "oh." he feels your hands grip his gently, positioning the mirror to where he can see and his other hand resting on his hip. "mhm, you okay with that?"

you watch him slowly nod. "well, where—do i touch?" its clear he's nervous. suguru's never thought about it before, touching himself, he enjoyed your touch, he wasn't quite sure about his own. "its okay, i'll guide you," you reassure him, a kind smile on your face, though he can tell something may or may not be hiding behind it.

you gently grab his hand, putting his fingers right on top of his clithood. "just touch." his thighs twitch when he slides his finger down, the unfamiliar feeling of his own fingers touching his vagina felt new and slightly uncomfortable because it was so new. a smile graces your face as you see him hesitantly touch, his his glued to the reflection in the mirror.

his thighs jolt again when you slide his fingers back up, directly on his clit. "top to bottom, yeah?" he looks down at you with a nod, carefully touching his clit hood, pulling it back to reveal his clit. you whistle.

"you'd look good with a clit piercing," you mumble to yourself, eyes on his fingers. he locks eyes with you, seemingly asking you what to do with your eyes. "keep going, baby," you answer him out loud, suguru getting the memo as he hesitantly touches his clit with a little, "ah."

you watch as finger presses harder on his clit, his lips parting in a silent noise. you quirk an eyebrow as he begins to rub his clit, finger moving in a circular pattern. suguru may not notice the sparkle in your eyes, but your slightly proud of him for taking a bit of initiative. the urge to slide a finger in his cunt is overwhelming, but you ignore it, thumbs gently rubbing his thighs.

"suguru," the call of his name makes him stop, turning his attention to you. "no, no. don't stop. but, this time tell me what you feel." his face burns, skin flushed red, and ears following suit as he realizes. with a slow nod he mumbles "yes, sir" before continuing.

the smile on your face starts to grow as his movements change, you watch it become hard to watch himself, his eyes squinting and widening. you watch the movements of his fingers change. is he copying the movement of my tongue? you let out an airy chuckle. naughty boy. you watch his chest start to stutter, his breathing becoming rapid. his fingers rubbing desperately against his clit. a whine leaves his lips, his eyes closing from the pleasure. "i—i feel tense 'n my inner thighs," he mumbles, breathing heavy as he fiercely rubs at his clit.

"i can't describe it. it just feels—it just—ah!" his tongue slide along his bottom lip before its captured beneath his teeth, his fingers now rapidly rubbing up and down.

"—feel like i gotta pee!" he shouts, his back arching, completely missing the rapacious grin on your face. but despite that, despite the erection straining against the fabric of your pants. you resist, chewing on your lip before speaking in the sweetest voice he's every heard. "open your eyes, baby. i want you to watch."

you see his lips quiver, eyes watering as he hesitantly opens his eyes, directing them towards the mirror, seeing just how wet he is for the first time. his mouth hangs open, the beathy sound in the back of his throat becoming higher pitched. "cum, baby. i know, just go ahead."

it seems your words were like a release command, a mix of a moan and a scream leaves his lips, thighs quivering and jerking, his hips jolting. he his widen as he notice what he's doing. a clear liquid spraying from in between his legs and onto your lap, fierce and vigorously, he soaks your lap and the sheets. his eyes no longer able to hold onto the sight they roll back, a string of moans and girlish whines leaves his lips. suguru geto just squirted in his best friend's lap.

coming down from high it settled in what happened unlike the first time where he couldn't even form words. he shoots up, looking down in between the two of you, his pussy clenching at the sight.

the fabric of your pants, wet and your large cock imprinting in them. he swore he started to salvate at the sight of your wet cock, courtesy of him. the size of you just now starting to register in his head.

"i...im so sorry," he whispers breathily, eyes glued to your cock before he feels your hand push him back onto the bed, his eyes finally noticing the carnivorous look on your face. you grin as if your about to eat him. he gulps at your expression, the feeling he receives going straight to his pussy. "no need to be sorry. but we're not done."

"what?" you can see both the confusion and alarm in his face. "but i already—"

"you thought, during this time of me prepping you, i would make you cum only once?" you chuckle. "also, that is your fault. i wasn't gonna make you cum twice, but you, made yourself cum."

suguru gulps, his knees moving inward shin being kept apart by your body. "when i said you were masturbating today, i meant that. there's more parts to that than fiercly rubbing that pretty clit of yours."

your grinning again, no sign of mercy or remorse in your eyes. but he can't deny, it is his fault. but, he took his pleasure in his own hands. that can't be all that bad right? i mean, that's what your "training" him to do. "suguru, move your fingers lower, c'mon babe."

suguru whines before sliding his wet fingers down further, eyes watching as he dips them between his folds. his thighs jolt again. the feeling seems so foreign, especially with his hands. touching he feels a small hole. "that's your urethra, lower babe," he hears you speak and obeys. i thought only biological guys had—nevermind. he touches, whimpering he touches his wet hole.

"there you go, right there," you coo with a smile. "part your fingers, so we can see your pretty pussy, c'mon." regardless of what you say, "pretty", "pussy,"...words that would normally have him uncomfy, make him swoon when they leave your lips. they have him wet and needy, body practically begging for your touch. but i guess you have that effect.

you praise him when he does just that, his vagina in perfect view of the both of you, it makes your cock twitch. "good boy," you coo, happy he obeyed, even happier at the reaction his body makes. the very clear view of his pussy clenching and relaxing at his words leaves him embarrassed. "oh? do my words happen to turn you on?" you tease him, fully aware of what your voice does to him.

he doesn't answer earning a frown and a slightly hard tap to his thigh. "what did i say about words, suguru."

"ah. it does...it does turn me on," he mumbles, sighing in relief when he sees your face return to a smile. sometimes your change in emotions gives him whiplash. "good. do me a favor babe and slip one your fingers in this tight little snatch, yeah?"

"tight little snatch?" fuck your voice for being so hot. "okay." suguru's eyes are in the mirror, watching as he presses the pad of his finger press against his cunt. he slowly pushes the tip of his finger in, thighs tensing at the feel. you could practically see the comical spiky thought bubble above his head. 'IT FEELS SO WEIRD!!'

"it'd be nice if you spoke what you felt, like i told you to." his attention suddenly turns to you, being reminded of your previous demands. "r—right. it...feels weird." he hears you chuckle, "well, you are touching the inside of your body. im certain it does."

a groan leaves his lips as he pushes himself to go deeper, his finger rubbing against his walls. you silently laugh at his face. "that's as far as you have to go. 'member what i did thr other day?" you put your finger in the air, making the motion you did when you slid your finger in his cunt the first time.

obeying like the good boy he is, he copies you. "i don't—don't feel the pleasure from before. it doesn't feel weird, cuz there's something in me," he hesitantly explains.

"curl your finger," you say blankly, resting your hand on his pelvis, thumb catching his swollen clit. he doesn't as you say, a whimper coming from his throat as pleasure coming from his finger and from yours. "good boy, just keep slidin' up against there." he whines, continuing his own movements while he feels your thumb rub light circles on his clit, pushing back his clithood each time.

your movement get faster, the pleasures from his finger and yours start to get to him. quiet moans leaving his lips, half of them bring calls of your name.

"good. can you do that a little faster f'me?" you whisper, although he can hear the huskiness in your voice, not paying attention to the way your palming the wet fabric. "kay," he whines, pumping his finger in and out faster, his eyes having that familar look of ecstacy. and god, his clit his throbbing. he's swear it had a heartbeat as your rubbing seems to become desperate.

suguru begins to pant, feeling his walls convulse around his finger. you can tell he's close, his hips are starting to rise from the sheets and his legs are flexing, the pauses of his chest becoming large. "oh, ah! gunna...g—"

he screams when he realizes you've pulled back his clithood and pinched his clit. you pinched his clit.

although, his thoughts can't stay very focused on that as he squirts again, wetting your lap once more. he doesn't miss the groan you let out as he swears he's made you cum in your pants. his eyelids are heavy, you can practically see the hearts in his eyes as the rise and fall of his chest begins to slow.

you chuckle, "good boy."

"meanie."

comments: finally finished the second part gahh! i had so much trouble with this. also, i just realized im projecting my first experiences onto suguru😭

[hangesidebitch]

Popular, beautiful yet harsh - they're the most desired men on the college grounds, but to you, they're your private muses. Your final project, it needs to be impactful, profound and impeccable - and Gojo and Geto personify all that. Yet, maybe they don't.

By investing your time with them, snapping photos, feeling the warmth of their skin, and capturing every soft exhale, you start to see their imperfections. It wasn't anticipated that you'd comprehend their inherent flaws, yet they constantly draw you in. You lean on them for artistic stimulation - at times, though, the boundaries become obscure, the paint smudges, colors bleed, and emotions conflict.

Perfection isn't a part of their nature, yet they are ardently dedicated to presenting it to you. They see you as a delicate lamb they struggle to protect, rather than harm... to preserve, rather than taint. You are nothing more than a plaything for these lions, a puppet swaying on a string around their fingers. They make great efforts to conceal their distorted versions of perfection from you, trying not to burst your naïve image of them.

After all, can an artist truly thrive without their source of inspiration, a hunter without their pursuit? A butcher refusing to carve? They can't let you expose their flawless imperfections, to transform the hunted into the hunter.

Would anyone read this ( please comment 🙏🏾)

[astroknottt]

suguru needs his pussy ate from the back.

[svgvru]

i am literally begging you to expand on the pregnancy kink with suguru thirst right now, holy shit. —yuanology

✮ THIRSTIN' OVER...SUGURU! dw pookie i gotchu!! | lets just start off with the fact that ftm! or amab!—suguru geto has a breeding kink, alr. like he has this obsession with the warmth he gets from your cum in him, sometimes he'll ask you to plug his hole with your cock when the both of you r going to sleep. he's always felt so cold. he's always felt so bitter, and just negative. he consumes the worst parts of human life after all, its reasonable that he'd become obsessed with the only thing that can keep him warm and happy. and you know another thing that makes him happy? children. it might just be his hormones, that make him enjoy taking care of children n being around them, but he did take in two five-year-olds, so whats the problem with wanting more?

that's likely the reason why he's so obsessed with having you cum in him. even if he can't get pregnant, he has the fantasy of being round-bellied with your kids. they're adorable, right? why not? and it feels so warm everytime. he'll beg for you to fill him up every time, and if you don't fuck your cum into him he'll cry. he's also the type to fuck your cum back into him if it starts to drip from him. and if you buy into it??? oh, get ready for a mess. phrases like:

"fill me up, please!"

"make me mommy..." *trust—he's crying "i can be a good mommy!"

"make me round wit'your cum!"

...are phrases that he's constantly moan in your ears! and hes always so polite and end with a high-pitched 'please!'

phrases like:

"lets make a baby, yeah?"

"i bet you'd be a pretty mommy."

"want me to get your tummy round with my baby? bet you'd look gorgeous."

...that you say to him would get him cumming n fast.

(he lowkey loves feminization...he just does that shit on accident. "im a good girl, i can take it!" he's a SLUT) he'll beg you to fuck him till he's sticky with cum and can't think. i mean he has fantastic stamina as a sorcerer, it'd be a perfect match.

꒰ n: idk what else to write. ill probably come up with something else later. actually...i feel like i went overboard lol. hope i did this justice 😀👍🏾 ꒱

[deathc-re]

you and geto had a movie marathon planned. it was your first halloween together and instead of partying like usual you wanted to spend it together. in the comfort of your home and in the arms of your lover.

your lover, who happened to be off in the bedroom doing god knows what, promised a surprise. you didn't mind, busying yourself with your phone while you waited.

getting the feeling that you were being watched, you look up, and see the eye of a white mask peering at you from behind a wall. you freeze and your blood runs cold for a second.

"sugu, baby? what are you wearing?" you giggle but your heart rate is still quick.

he moved from behind the wall to show himself completely. muscular chest bare, toned arms behind his back while his bottom is covered in nothing but boxer that do nothing to hide his erection.

he doesn't say a word, just stands there, looking at you through a ghost face mask you didn't even know he owned. you break out into a smile, heart rate quick but for a different reason. you never admitted to him that you had a mask kink, not once, but maybe your drooling over masked characters in movies and shows revealed your little secret?

"baby..." you smiled, "what's this about?"

he stalked closer, now standing in front you, hard on right in front of your face. before you could say another word he grabbed your chin, slipping his thumb between your lips and prying them open. you looked up at him, eyes filled with building desire. he smiles but you can't see.

suguru takes himself out of his boxers and tilts his head at you. 'i expect you to know what to do from here,' he says without saying anything.

you wrap your mouth around him, licking him how he likes, sucking him how he likes. he shudders and grabs your head, pushing you further down onto him. his silence is cut off with a long groan. you look up at him through tear filled eyes, you desire only bubbling.

you missed seeing his face, flushed red and eyes scrunched. you missed his words too, always praising you and encouraging you to take more.

after a few more groans and gags, he cums into your throat; a shuddering hand leaving your head.

you huff and sit back, no drawing attention to your own heat, fluttering and dripping, waiting to be filled.

"hey, mr.ghost face? think i can have some fun too?"

[fearfulachilles]

11. contagious.

chapter eleven to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: kento is more than happy to give you some cooking lessons. cooking lessons turn to spending more and more intimate time with kento.

warning: sexual scenes. oral (male receiving).

You were a liar. A complete liar.

In your defense, you had to message Kento about leaving your bra behind. It was new and expensive, you couldn't justify buying a new one when you can ask Kento for it back. He was kind enough to wash it for you before you returned to pick it up a few nights later.

You stand near his entry way, your fingers rubbing the soft material your bra is made out of, before you look up at Kento.

“Can I ask a really awkward question?” You ask.

Kento nods, letting you continue.

“We've had sex a few times and we haven't been using anything...” you swallow slowly. “Do you have... anything I should be aware of?”

The older man catches on quickly. You're asking if he has any sexually transmitted infections. Kento smiles warmly, wanting you to feel at ease with this topic. “No, I don't. I usually wear condoms with my past partners, but I'm clean, I got checked at my last physical recently.”

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. It's been such a rush with Kento since meeting him, there had been many heat-in-the-moment moments that you just kept forgetting to ask him for a condom. It's not like you at all. You're usually so protective with yourself.

“Good, good.” You're almost breathless with relief. “I'm on birth control, but I always make sure to use a condom. Except, well, with you.” Your cheeks feel warm at your confession.

Kento's smile stretches just a little bit more, you almost missed noticing it. “Well, I can start wearing a condom, if you want me to.”

You think back to how nice Kento's cock feels inside of you, bare and raw, feeling the curve of the strong veins sculpted on his shaft drag against your pussy walls. You adjust your stance, pressing your legs together as nonchalantly as you can.

You quickly shake your head. “No—I mean, like, I don't mind if we don't use one.”

You try not to focus on Kento' wording, not wanting to read too much into it, or overthink like you always do. I can start wearing a condom. He can start. So, he wants to keep this fling going. You find yourself wanting to continue it too, as long as that's what it stays: a fling.

Kento's warm hand finds the side of your face, cupping your jaw, his thumb running across your cheek softly. He pulls you up to meet him and presses his lips to yours. His kiss started innocently enough, but it turns out that thinking about the fact that Kento fucks you raw has him growing an erection. You feel the outline of his cock growing and poking your body.

Your soft hand cups the shape of his dick through his pants, your palm rubs against his length, causing Kento to breathe into your mouth, his jaw slowly falling open and his tongue poking out to lick your lips open.

His tongue finds its place in your mouth, pressing against yours to taste you. You moan into his mouth, and Kento takes it as a sign to keep it going. His large hands find your hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your bottoms.

“I have an overnight shift at the hospital,” Kento mumbles on your skin, his lips tracing your jaw. His hands nudge your bottoms past the curve of your ass. “I have to leave soon.”

You hum, lazily nodding your head. Your eyes flutter close when you feel his teeth bite down on the side of your neck. “Let's make it quick then. You have hearts to fix.”

Kento chuckles deeply, the sound is so nice to hear.

Before long, Kento has you bent over on his kitchen island, your bra pulled down to your middle, breasts pressed against the cold marble counter. His cock is swallowed by your warm pussy repeatedly, glistening with your arousal, his hot skin meeting yours. You feel the curve of his dick reach deep within you, his bare cockhead brushing against your sweet spot with. Your mouth is hung open with pleasurable sighs falling out.

You briefly think back to what you told your roommates.

“...it was the last time.” “...it was just a fling. He knows it, I know it, it's done.”

You're such a liar.

_________

You place your bottoms back on, adjusting your shirt afterwards, and putting on your shoes lastly. You lean against the counter Kento just fucked you on, standing across from the stove in the kitchen. It has a couple of pans on the burners, they're clean and empty, and they look expensive.

“Do you cook a lot?” You ask him, shifting your weight to one leg.

Kento nods, adjusting his pants back on himself. “Yes. Well, not so much anymore until recently.”

“Are you any good?”

“I can cook you dinner and you can decide for yourself.”

Very smooth. Your cheeks tint at his subtle date invitation and you have to bite back a smile. You ignore how your heart skipped at his words, choosing to believe it was the nervousness of imaging a date with Kento and not how much you would like a date with him.

“What if you show me how instead.” You suggests, your eyes finding a nice view on Kento's floor and away from his stare.

“You don't know how to cook?” Kento's words aren't meant to be shaming, he says it as nicely as he could have.

You pout slightly, rolling your eyes. “Apparently my cooking stunts growth and makes people sick for days.”

The memory of Choso's pale face after finishing your freshly cooked stew that you made for yourself pops in your head. You remember how he had to cancel on you for a couple of days afterwards, believing he was studying for med school. No, apparently he was dying from your cooking.

You don't want to think about Choso right now. If you think about him too long, you'll think about what Yuji told you, that Choso was in love with you. You shake your head, removing yourself from that mindset.

Kento softly laughs at what you say. “That's no good. I'd be happy to help you.”

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Over the course of the following weeks, Kento learns just how clumsy and forgetful you are in the kitchen.

At work, you're agile and initiative, you type swiftly without making typos, you're on top of the patient's lab results in case Kento or the other physicians you work with need to be reminded of it; if the doctor you’re working with quizzes you on anything, you answer it correct. You think one step ahead most of the time. You like speculating the patient's plan of treatment, you assess the patient's chart and give your predications to the doctor. Most of the time, the plan of treatment is what you would have guessed.

It's obvious you take work seriously, and it's obvious you're working towards learning the most you can as a scribe before applying to medical school. It's all very admirable of you.

It's a different story when you're cooking. You’re always lost, double questioning yourself and unorganized.

You've made the simple act of boiling eggs into a near death experience when the eggs exploded out of the pot you placed them in (and forgot about). You've also almost burned down Kento's apartment building when you tried mixing liquor into your meal. Kento isn't how sure, but you manage burn the water you were boiling for pasta.

You never cease to amaze Kento. He enjoys how you keep him on his toes, even in the kitchen.

After many weeks, Kento knows where to start, and a few lessons weren't going to cut it, Kento was going to have to start off small and slow with you. He's a good teacher, he's patient and doesn't mind answering the same question, which you need.

Kento always manages to save the meal you were cooking every time. He'd swoop in after you make many mistakes and turn the food around. And it always ends up tasting delicious.

Eating together at Kento's home was weird at first. You were closed off and quiet as you slowly ate his delicious food. It was time spent not devouring each other, it was intimate, something you made strict boundaries not to cross with the guys you sleep with. It's not like you're friends with Kento, you're sex friends at best and you work with him, that's it.

Kento patiently waits for you to get accustomed to spending time with him that didn't involve body parts pressed against each other. If you're awkwardly silent when eating, then he doesn't pressure to make conversation.

But Kento didn't have to wait long for you to feel comfortable, you settle into the routine rather quickly. It starts feeling like the first night at that bar, charming each other with mindless conversation, but in the privacy of his nice home where you wear one of his shirts with nothing but your underwear underneath.

Your roommates remained concerned for your situation with Kento, but you reassured them that it was just cooking lessons and then you'd pointedly remind Yuji it was his fault for hiding that secret for so long.

“Maybe if you told me how bad my cooking was back in high school, I'd be a better cook now and I wouldn't need mind-blowing cooking lessons with Kento—Dr. Nanami.” You huffed, pinching Yuji's bicep.

“I thought you'd get better over time, I was wrong!” Yuji replied pleadingly, causing you to pinch his arm tighter.

It was sweet that your roommates were still concerned, but all of their concern went out the window whenever you brought over left overs for them to try. They loved Kento’s cooking, which helped soothe over their anxieties. Your roommates started asking what was in the menu when they saw yo readying to leave.

It was just cooking lessons, you tell yourself. You just happened to thank Kento for the cooking lesson by spreading your legs for him to stuff his cock inside. It was a win-win-win situation for everyone.

You start spending most of your weekends with Kento.

Half the time you're burning what you're trying to cook, and the other half is spent being distracted by the curves of each other's body against the kitchen counter.

It started innocently enough.

Kento helped you prepare a specific sauce for the food you were going to cook with him. He let you do the honors of mixing and stirring it as he walked you through the steps. During which he comes up behind you, pressing his firm body against your back, a hand landing on your lower abdomen as the other snakes down your arm until he places his hand on top of yours, helping you stir.

“Is this part of the cooking lesson?” You teasingly ask, letting Kento take control of the stirring and press your ass into Kento's body.

He hums in response, kissing your temple before moving his lips to your ear. “It can be. This has to simmer for a little while.”

It's a clear invitation.

Kento takes out the ladle he's using to stir the sauce and covers the pan with the lid, then directs his attention to you. You smile when Kento's hands grab you from your waist, turning you away from the stove and pushing you up against the island counter opposite to it.

You sigh happily into his kiss, it quickly turns into a small moan when his tongue skillfully pushes past your lips. His large hands grip your hips and lift you, sitting you on the kitchen island. Your legs reflectively open for him and he nudges his torso between them.

You had nothing but one of Kento's larger t-shirts and a pair of underwear on. His shirt is slipped off of your body in a swift motion, leaving your breasts exposed to him. His thumbs rub small circles on your nipples, causing your skin to raise.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the kitchen counter as your hand falls between your bodies, pushing his pants down with his briefs and finding his growing cock. You wraps your fingers around his girth, slowly pumping his length with your thumb swiping across the tip occasionally.

It drives Kento crazy when you do that, you've noticed it does. You've also notice how much he likes it when you bite where his jaw meets his neck, so you do it, causing him to groan softly. His shirt is thrown away, left to be forgotten on the kitchen floor.

Kento has gotten to know your body just as much as you have gotten to know his. He knows your pussy is nearly leaking just from his fingers tugging and pinching your nipples. One of his hands moves from your breasts down to your clothes cunt, pressing his fingers against the fabric and feeling your wetness seep through it.

His finger pulls your underwear to the side. You work with him, guiding his cock over to your puckering hole with the hand you were pumping him with.

Kento's cock spreads your pussy thin, your lips forming against him to take his entire length in. His cock drags out of your cunt, making you wetter with every slide of his dick. Your arms clutch around his body, nails digging into his back as your hips move on the expensive kitchen counter to meet Kento's thrusts.

The stainless steel pot rumbles with heat, the lid jittering with over-leaking liquid and making a loud cluttering noise. It goes unheard to you and Kento, the sounds of his deep moans and your whimpering gasps tune out the rest of the room.

Kento only hears you, your noises, and your sound. He tells himself that he loves how you sound now the best, when you're moaning his name. The truth is he enjoys hearing you laugh at his dumb jokes, how say his name, when you speak to his patients, just as much as he enjoys hearing you now. He enjoys your sound in every tone you've given him.

His hand reaches up to your hair, wrapping his fist in it and tugging your head up. You slowly open your eyes, your low moan quickly turning into a fearful scream.

“The pot!” You shrieked, tapping Kento's strong shoulders with your hand until he finally snapped out of his lustful haze and realized what was going on. He looks over his shoulder and sees the pot of boiling sauce lost in a cloud of smoke.

His body rips away from where your body is, leaving you to sit on the edge of the kitchen island. You cover your mouth with your hands as you watch Kento hurriedly turn off the stove, grab his oven mitts to move the spot over to a burner that wasn't on, and then clear out the built-up smokey fog, all while staying clear not to burn his naked body.

“I'm sorry,” Kento apologizes, obviously disappointed in himself. He puts his oven mitts down. “I shouldn't have distracted us while the stove was on—”

He's interrupted by a burst of your laughter.

It's loud and contagious, it makes his frown straighten up before turning into a smile, his lips slowly parting as he joins you in laughing. The situation was funny to you, almost causing a fire because Kento's cock buried inside of you made you dumb to the rest of the world.

You've had some mild sex adventures, so this was easily the funniest thing that's happened. Kento is aware of the situation, he also finds it funny. He finds it almost exciting, his previous sex life being so mundane and void of touch. Laughing with you comes naturally.

With a smile on his lips, Kento goes back to wrap his strong arms around your waist, pulling your body to the edge of his counter. You continue to giggle at what’s just happened, burying your face into his neck and melting into his arms.

“Well, the sauce is ruined.” His lips kiss your shoulder. “How about we forget the cooking lesson and just order in tonight?”

You nod, your arm snaking between your bodies until you reach his cock, half hard now after the excitement of nearly starting a fire. You stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. “Good idea.”

The messy cooking and even messier sex don't affect your work life.

Satoru had noticed how well Kento works with you; he's more talkative, he's nicer to his nurses, and he opens up a lot more with you around. Satoru chalks it up to your natural demeanor contrasting Kento's. You're both in your own shared world when you work together.

So, you start scribing for Kento on his days in the clinic regularly and you rotate between the rest of the physicians when Kento is in the operating room.

The tension between you and Kento is thick. Kento's eyes would always find you from across the exam room, sharing a look with you whenever a patient said something that was awkward, funny, and everything in between. Kento failed to keep his presence from you, always pressing up against your back to read the patient's chart, rather then looking it up on the free computer at the nurse station.

Sex wasn't affecting your work life, but it started happening during work.

It started when there was a large lull caused by last-minute canceled post-op appointments and a handful of no-show patients. Kento decides to use this time to review some of your chart notes in a communal office towards the back of the clinic, in private.

There were three communal office rooms made in the clinic for physicians to utilize during downtime like now. Kento asks you to follow him to one of these offices.

It did start with Kento going over your chart notes, a total of two before you both get distracted with the overwhelming taboo elephant in the room.

He closed the door as it was appropriate to do when discussing sensitive patient details with someone, and the office was fairly small, so your thighs pressed against each other when you sat beside him, sharing the tiny screen of your traveling laptop. His hand finds a way to your knee somewhere during the review of the second chart note, and by the end of it, his fingers press into your middle inner thigh.

You carefully set your scribing laptop to the side, exiting out of all the classified pages of chart notes as Kento kissed down your neck, his fingers inching closer to your core. Once the work is secured, you turn to meet his lips, raising off your chair to move over and straddle Kento's lap. His large hand cups the side of your face, his fingers burying themselves in your hair.

Kento has never done this at work before, he never thought he would, but he wants to now. It's nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. He's taken back when you slap his hand away when he pushes against your clothed pussy with his fingers.

He watches you as you sink down on your knees, settling between his legs. You tug his pants down to his mid-thighs, his cock springing out of his briefs, red and swollen, pre-cum already leaking for you at the tip.

You take his cock into your hand, slowly pumping him, your thumb swiping across the head. Kento sighs deeply, his body relaxing into the office chair. He knows he has to keep quiet, nurses and doctors walk past the closed office constantly.

It gets hard to keep his voice down when he feels your warm tongue press against the underside of his curved cockhead. His shaft slowly gets enveloped in your mouth, your lips massaging his shaft.

His cock hits the back of your throat and his breath gets hitched. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth. A soothing hand goes to your hair, pinning loose strands behind your ear before you place your hand over his, you make him push you further down on his length.

You want him to fuck your mouth.

Kento forces down a moan at the realization. He tangles his fingers into your soft hair and guides your movements. You breathe through your nose, dragging your tongue along his cock's shape as he slides your lips back and forth on him. Your hands grab his thighs, they're muscular and hard, tensing at the sensation of your mouth.

“That's so good,” Kento's voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper, but you're able to hear him. “You're so good.”

The tip of his dick hits the back of your throat again, you slow your movements to prevent from making a gagging noise. Kento hums, cooing you to keep quiet, his voice sounding strained. His tender words shoot straight to your pussy, feeling yourself grow wet.

His dick twitches against the flat of your tongue, you know he's about to cum down your throat. You want him to. Your lips tighten around his thick size, drool seeps out from the corner of your mouth, it makes this all messier and Kento loves it.

Kento's orgasm is stopped before he reaches it when a nurse loudly knocks on the closed office door, calling out for Dr. Nanami's attention.

You quickly pull your mouth off of Kento's cock, wiping the drool from your lips with the back of your hand. You jump into your abandoned chair, grabbing your scribing laptop and pushing yourself to the corner of the tiny office space, putting distance between you and Kento.

Meanwhile, Kento pulled his scrub pants back up, adjusting his dick and dying erection before tucking his lower half under the desk that was in the office. He lets whoever was knocking know it's okay to come in.

The nurse walks into a seemingly innocent scene of a doctor and his scribe working. She doesn't suspect anything.

“Sorry, Dr. Nanami. There is a pharmaceutical rep wanting to talk to you.” The young nurse said.

Kento's focus isn't completely back. His mind is still hazy from the feeling of your lips on his dick while at work. It was a rush, his heart was still beating. He clears his throat. “Who?”

“She said her name is Asami, she mentioned she's worked with you before. Should I send her in?”

His breath hitches in his throat, suddenly feeling like he's crashing down from the high you gave him. Kento grunts to himself, closing his eyes for a moment before nodding at the nurse. She leaves to bring back Kento's waiting guests. When she's gone, Kento calls for you.

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Kento!” A voice chirps in before Kento can finish his words.

You look towards the direction of the feminine voice, your eyes falling on a woman that made her way into the tiny office like she knew her way around. She's beautiful. She has long black hair, it was voluminous and curled. Her lips were full and painted red, it suited her paler skin. The woman's sparkling green eyes look over to you, smiling brightly as she extends her hand. She also doesn't suspect anything.

“Hi, I haven't seen you before. Asami Haibara, pharmaceutical rep for some of the medications Dr. Nanami prescribes to his patients.” She introduces herself. Her hand is soft, her nails are nicely manicured. She carries herself so elegantly.

Wait, Haibara, like Dr. Haibara. Now that you really look at the woman, she does bare some resemblance to the OB-GYN you've worked with. She must be his sister, the one she heard was engaged to Kento before, the one who left him at the alter months ago.

You try your best to mirror Asami, smiling big and introducing yourself back. “I'm one of Dr. Nanami's scribes, a few of us were hired a couple of months ago.”

“I love that idea, scribes are the unsung heroes.” Asami is so nice, you want to like her.

Kento was being uncharacteristically quiet. Well, uncharacteristically to you. To Asami, Kento was being Kento.

He calls your name again, his voice is tender and carries your name carefully. It makes Asami look over to him with a small arch to her brow.

“Could you please excuse us? Prep the chart for the next patient I have.” Kento tells you. He's different.

You nod slowly, gripping your scribing laptop and standing from your chair. You move around Asami to exit the room. You look back over your shoulder once you left, but the door is already half way closed.

You touch your lips, thinking of how you just had Kento's cock down your throat, almost readying to cum, before his ex-fiancée showed up.

The situation really sets in when you get to the nurse station, setting your laptop down and blankly staring at the direction of the offices you just came from. You shake off the weird feeling you have. You don't care what's going on in that office right now. Really, you don't.

Nobara reminds you how much you don't care about it when she comes up to you, gluing herself to your side. She brings her voice down to a whisper. “I heard Nanami's ex-fiancée is here. Don't worry, I don't plan on being nice to her.”

It's sweet so you muster up a small smile. “You don't have to do that. I just met her, she's seems nice.”

Her eyes widen and her hand clutches your arm. “You met her?”

Your fingers ghost over your keyboard, your eyes trying to comprehend the patient chart in front of you. You give up, turning to tell Nobara how weird you're feeling, but you swallow back your words when you see Kento walking towards the nurse station you're at.

Nobara squeals quietly, rushing away from your side to join Dr. Ieiri again.

You don't look at Kento as he settles by you, leaving inches of separation between you two. He's quiet so far, he avoids glancing towards you and focuses on the computer screen at the nurse station. You avoid looking at him too.

From the corner of your eye, you see Asami's figure walking towards the exit of the clinic, her long hair bouncing with each step. She looks over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Kento first before she catches your stare on her. You keep your eyes on her until she's out of vision, then you look at Kento.

Kento is staring at you. His eyes look tired and a little darker than usual.

“I have to cancel on us tonight,” Kento announces suddenly, his words sounding like he had to push them out.

You two had plans for another cooking lesson and what happens after. You already promised your roommates some delicious left overs, so you can only imagine the disappointment Yuji is going to have now that you're not delivering what you promised. Still, you want to appear normal about it. You want Kento to know that you're casual about this and it's not weird at all.

You nod quickly, ripping your eyes away from his gaze. “Sure.”

Kento follows your eyes. He knows the situation between you two is not inclusive, but Asami showing up so suddenly put him on edge.

The rest of the work day was stale, long, and very tense.

Kento kept as much distance as he could between you two. His eyes didn't look over to share a look with you. He hardly acknowledged you. It made you feel off.

You feel this may be the end between you and Kento. All it took was his ex-fiancé showing up once, to your knowledge, and Kento was over you. You're sure this is how things will stay between you two, uncomfortable and rigid, maybe until he finally marries Asami, then he'll feel secure enough with a gold ring on his left hand to talk to you again.

Those thoughts are irritating. You try to not think about that, or anything close to that, because you don't care.

At the end of the day, you didn't expect Kento's hand to drift across yours. It grabs your attention, you look up at him. He's already placed a jacket over his scrubs, rushing to leave now that the clinic was closed.

“I'll text you soon.” Kento assures you.

You should shrug, dust it off your shoulder like it's nothing. You should act confused, ask him what he means, and then last-minute realize what he means. You should do anything that proves this isn't as big of a deal than you both feel it is.

Instead, you let your eyes finally meet Kento's again. You sigh to yourself before you nod wordlessly. His finger tips trace your knuckles for a moment more before Kento tells you he has to go. You try your best not to watch him leave.