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“SUGURU GETO, THE OLDER MAN...”

🎈PAIRING 🎈 : older!suguru x fem!reader

🚨 WARNINGS 🚨 : age gap relationship (all legal but not explicitly stated how much of a gap), angsty, slightly ocish, a little lewd but not TOO much now. Big dick suguru implied lol.

NOTES 🍎: Hey... how y'all doing? Happy 2025! No Yuta bcs I haven't been able to decide on a plot. BUTTTTT I got smthin better than headcanons, actual writing! Hurray! I'm writing actual smut but stay tuned bcs Idk when I'll finish it. Hopefully soon! I ain't gonna lie, this was written on a whim at like 3:00 am. It is currently 4:42 am as I prepare everything 😔. I randomly got the urge to write, and so I wrote. Hope some of y'all see this 💔💔💔 love you guys please like and reblog if you like it!

🖍 WORD COUNT 🖍 : 1.2k

You're somebody's daughter. Somebody's beautiful, amazing, talented daughter with such a bright future ahead of you. Yet instead of enjoying your youth and taking downtime to study, here you are getting your back blown out by the older man who only calls you late at night.

What started as something you'd do for the plot turned into something more. Something you craved. A connection. Not with just any man, but with Suguru Geto. He didn't love you, of course he didn't. He had his own life, his own job, his own worries. You just happened to be a pretty university girl who is just always miraculously available. No strings attached. Just sex.

The mattress wasn't even remotely comfortable. It was hard, stiff. The duvet was cheap, but it reeked of him. And to you? That was perfect.

Typically, you weren't like this. If anyone had told you that you were gonna get your back blown out by a guy who wouldn't even give you a second glance as he told you to clean up, you'd look at them crazy. You thought women who slept with guys who didn't deserve them were pathetic until you became that woman. The one who craves more but never receives it because it wasn't a part of the deal.

Isn't it degrading to moan into the cheap fabric of the comforter, your ass up while he pressed your face down, his strong hips rolling into your dripping cunt with mind-numbing precision. Every languid thrust making your gleaming folds cling onto his cock greedily, clearly never wanting to let go. You couldn't see the obscene sheen of your juices coating his cock but you could hear just how wet you were. This was pathetic. It was pathetic how you crawled back every time he called despite convincing yourself you wouldn't. Although, was it really convincing yourself if you knew that you wouldn't keep your word? Were you delusional instead?

It didn't matter to you. It never did. Not when his cock felt this good, not when he pressed you down and fucked you until your mind was blank and your cunt was dripping with his cum. How could you deny him such a pleasure when he draped his sticky strong body over yours, whispering into your ear asking if you'd let him cum inside.

Suguru never pressured you, he never even tried to persuade you to change your mind if you wanted him to pull out. In fact, if anyone begged to cum inside, it was you. Always you begging Suguru to cum deep inside you only to regret it once you were waiting outside for your friend to pick you up with his cum leaking out your pussy.

Every hook up always ended with Suguru cumming deep inside you, sheathed balls-deep inside your syrupy cunt, moaning lowly as he pumped you full before pulling out. He wasn't completely heartless, he let you come down from your high and let you use the bathroom before asking you to get dressed and leave. Except this time was different only because one thing slipped out.

Three insignificant words slipped out of your lips as he fucked the rationality out of your head, ‘I love you’. What did you love? Did you love being ignored? Did you love being left on delivered for hours at a time? Did you love only being used for your body? What happened to all your intelligence? How could you have fallen in love with a man you barely even fucking knew?

When did your occasional thoughts about him turn into manifesting a text back? When did you actually start to consider buying some kind of service from a witch?

Was it that night when he comforted you when you failed your exams? Or the day he didn't just call you up for sex but actually took you to a warm diner that you now frequented? Was it when you saw how handsome he looked when he smiled? When he rolled up his sleeves before eating?

All of that was irrelevant. All of it was irrelevant when Suguru didn't finish inside you like you begged, pulling out mid-stroke, making you whine at the loss of friction. The loss of pleasure immediately makes you crash into hazy clarity.

“What did you just say?”

Your heart dropped. It was like your heart stopped beating for a second as you hastily sat up, ignoring the ache in your lower back from your previous position. Sure you were naked, your tits out and your cunt still puffy and soaked. But none of that mattered when Suguru's voice was full of disbelief.

You had never seen Suguru so bewildered before, looking almost…insulted. You tried to explain yourself in a haste, stumbling over your words, “No–No it's–It's not what you think! I just said it in the heat of the moment!”

Of course it wasn't. You knew what you said, you knew you meant it. But from Suguru's expression, he didn't like your confession one bit. He was still hard, your juices still slowly sliding down his hard cock, every thick inch covered in your syrupy essence but it didn't matter. Not when Suguru sighed, sitting his ass on the bed and running a hand through his hair in exasperation, “Don't lie to me. You know very well we can't be together. I made it clear that this—” Suguru gestured between you two before continuing, “This isn't anything serious.”

“Why not? Why can't we have something serious?” The words sounded like a whisper the moment you spat them out. The feeling of something getting stuck in your throat intensified as you swallowed thickly, tears already beginning to blur your vision. Your heart was sinking down to your stomach with every exasperated sigh and word coming from Suguru's mouth.

Suguru groaned before speaking, “Don't start, I don't want to be that guy. I don't want to hurt you.”

“You already are! So just tell me!” Suguru sighed at your response before responding begrudgingly, “Because you're not the one I want. You're young, you don't understand life. You're just beginning to navigate it on your own and I don't want to help you navigate it when I've got my own shit going on.”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. He didn't want you because you were too young? Because you were going through new experiences? What made him think that you were going to complicate things? That you hadn't already gone through shit he went through later?

Sensing your shock and hurt, he simply sighed and stood up, grabbing his boxers and sliding them on as he spoke, ignoring his still raging hard-on, “I think you should go. And uh, don't text me again for a while. At least not until you really think shit through. You're just confused.”

All you could think about as you hurriedly got dressed past all your tears was, ‘yeah right.’ How could you be confused when you could feel the anger and heartbreak itching to claw itself out of your throat? You wanted to scream, to fight, to argue. But he was right about one thing, you should go.

So that's what you did. You left his apartment, but not with his cum seeping out of your cunt this time, but with your heart crumbling a trail behind you.

THANKS!!

shy.

please do not steal or copy my work!!

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flutterylust · 1 year ago

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“YUTA OKKOTSU, THE PERV...”

part 1. | part 2.

🎈PAIRING 🎈 : pervert!yuta x fem!reader

🚨 WARNINGS 🚨 : masturbation (m), lowkey depraved yuta ( He uses panties to jack off lol ), mentions of rika, oblivious reader, all characters are aged up btw ( college aged ).

🍎 NOTES 🍎: this is just a warmup, get ready for full blown smut next part >:) also who can tell I JUST watched JJK 0? I'm a little rusty at writing frisky stuff, many apologies! If I missed any warnings lmk but ya.... Consider interacting, smut will be out when i finally feel up to it. ^^

🌷WORD COUNT 🌷 : 1k

Intrigued!Yuta, who is a regular at a small local diner, family owned where the only employees are family members.

Intrigued!Yuta, who only stumbled across the place because his friends knew a certain girl in that diner.

Intrigued!Yuta, who just became entranced by your pretty face and easygoing personality, a stark contrast from his shut-in nature.

Sure, Intrigued!Yuta had gotten rid of Rika, but after years of avoiding people, especially women, he couldn't find within himself to introduce himself to you as warmly as you did. He couldn't bring himself to shake your hand with how sweaty his palms were!

Intrigued!Yuta, who keeps recommending that diner run by your parents to friends when they all want to eat a cheap meal. Intrigued!Yuta, who ends up going alone after his friends are sick of eating the same stuff every single time they can go out.

Intrigued!Yuta, who learns how you need to keep working for your parents in return for them paying off your university's tuition. You were going to make such a wonderful nurse, although he did worry a curse might latch onto such a wonderful person like you! He loves speaking to you during the slow hours.

Pervert!Yuta, whose innocent feelings towards you shift when you accidentally drop your notepad on the floor and you bend to pick it up, accidentally flashing him a glimpse of your black, lacy panties.

Pervert!Yuta, who gets to his dorm room and finds his hands reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Not unfamiliar with the constricting feeling inside his boxers, just remembering your risqué panties. He wasn’t a saint. He had masturbated a few times. But it never felt so depraved. He never felt so gross and perverted palming over the growing bulge in his boxers, imagining you, someone he wasn't even talking to remotely romantically.

Pervert!Yuta, who has post-nut-clarity, feeling an insane amount of guilt about cumming to the image of how smooth your thighs looked and how your panties were so snug against your fat cunt, outlining the crease of your labia.

Pervert!Yuta, who immediately feels guilty the next time he sees you, unable to see you innocently again. Everytime you come to chat with him, he tries to focus but his focus shifts. All he can imagine now is kissing and nibbling your plump, glossy lips until you're both out of breath and dazed. All he can imagine is how your lips would look and feel trailing down his abs to the hem of his boxers.

Pervert!Yuta, who begins having the desire to drop something on purpose so he can have something to gawk at.

Pervert!Yuta, who is now taking his time eating his food and hanging around you at the diner. His hands practically shake at the scent of your sweet perfume as you bend over to take a plate off his table, annoyed that he won't leave yet despite all the other patrons having left a while ago.

Pervert!Yuta, who finds out what perfume you wear and buys it impulsively, debating whether or not to gift it to you or keep it so he can smell your signature scent whenever he wants without making you stick around so at the diner to see you and get his fill of you.

Pervert!Yuta, who walks past a lingerie store, eyes skimming past the storefront before stopping completely at the sight of a pair of panties that looked similar to the ones you owned.

Pervert!Yuta, who can't help himself and buys them, not really bothered to think about the size.

Pervert!Yuta, who decides when he gets to his dorm room that he won't gift the perfume to you and instead takes the bottle out of its package and sprays some of it's contents onto one of his worn-down hoodies, pressing the soft fabric against his face with one hand, deeply inhaling the familiar, hypnotizing scent, his free hand working on his belt buckle.

Pervert!Yuta, who makes quick work of pulling his pants down, letting them pool to the floor, palming at his growing erection as he inhales your scent, imagining things he hasn't yet seen. Imagining that it was your soft and feminine hands palming at his bulge instead of him.

Pervert!Yuta, whose boxers are becoming tighter by the second just imagining you out of your waitressing uniform wearing only a matching set of lacy black underwear he has dreamt of and ruined so many of his boxers over.

Pervert!Yuta, who lets his boxers pool at his ankles along with his pants, decides amidst his hazy lust-filled brain to use the panties he just bought to masturbate, imagining it was your cunt instead.

Pervert!Yuta, who starts off slow, wrapping the new panties snugly around his cock, aided by the copious amount of precum and some of his spit. Imagining you straddling his cock, shifting those lewd black panties to the side and kissing the tip of his cock with your dripping fat cunt before slowly enveloping his cock in your tight heat.

Pervert!Yuta, whose cock weeps with arousal at the thought of your tight and greedy pussy swallowing him whole, having to settle for using drenched panties he thought looked like yours to mimic how snug your cunt would feel around his member.

Pervert!Yuta, who just knows he'd be stretching you out so painfully good and making you see stars, hips stuttering up into the panties just imagining how your face would scrunch up at how unbelievably good it all felt, his balls tightening, having reached his peak before his bulbous cockhead released a sticky mess all over the intricate black lace he held and his hand, fat creamy globs of cum dripping down his palm onto the white sheets on his bed.

Pervert!Yuta, who still is unsatisfied.

Pervert!Yuta, who wants to see and feel the real thing.

Pervert!Yuta, who's willing to try to change and become more extroverted to get on your level.

THANKS!!

shy.

please do not steal or copy my work!!

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