#geto suguru x reader

[lxnarphase]

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━━ ❝ SHE A BADDIE, SHE SHOWIN' HER PANTY! ❞ wc. 3.7k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru is just as big of a show off as gojo, he's just more subtle about it. and he wants everyone in this damn club to know that you're his.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x g. suguru, suggestive content, alcohol mention, exhibitionism, voyeurism (?), fingerfucking, public fingering, little bit of breeding kink and talks of knocking you up, lots of kissing, suguru really loves his girl, suguru can’t keep his hands to himself

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's note : suguru is just a slut for you i don't know what else to tell you. he's just as much as a mischievous little shit as gojo ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎ (also yes nonblack readers can read and reblog too, idk why some anons try to gatekeep)

suguru's so touchy with you, it's sweet.

he can't keep his hands off of you whenever you go out. the poor man feels like he might just die if he's not having some sort of physical contact with you the majority of the day.

it could be the grocery store on a late night snack run in matching pajama bottoms or like now, a long night at the club for some celebration.

neither one of you remembers what or who the part is for, the alcohol in your systems causing you to focus on one another. the rest of your group is busy on the dance floor or bar, leaving you and suguru to cuddle up to each other in the VIP area like the lovesick idiots the two of you are.

your sitting across his lap, one hand in his hair and the other holding his shoulder, rubbing random shapes and patterns into the fabric of his shirt. it's so unfair, he just smells so fucking good and looks so damn handsome. you genuinely can't look at anything but him. 

and he loves it so damn much.

"s'guruuu," you coo at him, nose smooshed against his cheek. if you could, you'd get even closer to him, but this would have to suffice for now. "you're so handsome tonight..." 

the corners of his mouth tilt up into a smug smirk as he chuckles, his hand sliding from your knee to your upper thigh, stroking the exposed skin. you're so soft, could you really blame him for wanting to touch you all the time? compared to you, suguru is way more sober and is just eating up all the attention you're giving him.

not just because he loves you, but that was a plus.

no, it's because people are watching.

his sharp purple eyes flicker up, meeting with the group of girls outside of the VIP area that keep looking his direction.

their eyes are filled with interest and want when they look at him, and he can't help but chuckle to himself.

suguru knows he's attractive. hell, he's reminded of it every morning by the way you shower him in kisses and praises as part of your morning routine, making sure he knows just how much you love him and his 'stupidly pretty face,' as you so elegantly put it.

but what makes him laugh is how they look at you with disdain and confusion, as if they can't understand why you're in his lap instead of them.

it's disgusting, really, for them to even have the slightest thought that they could replace you. they must be lying to themselves, he thinks as your lips start to press kisses against his cheek, the soft curls and coils of your hair tickling his cheek.

you're just so cute, so adorable, so gorgeous, so beautiful. you're his pretty little angel, and seeing women jealous of you just fills him with so much pride, knowing you have other women jealous of you.

if only they knew how badly you have him wrapped around your little finger. if you so much as asked, suguru wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of someone for you, wouldn't hesitate to kill for you...but thankfully, it never got to that point.

yet.

"hmm, you think i'm handsome?" he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he nips your ear. "nah, you look so damn gorgeous, angel. you're stealing the spotlight from me t'night."

his fingers trace circles into your thigh, enjoying your little giggles and complaints of it tickling. it only makes him do it more, your laughs and giggles making his heart squeeze a little bit.

fuck, suguru really loves how your skin feels under his fingertips, soft and smooth. it's all he thinks about. he wants to touch you forever, wants to feel you every second of the day. you are just so warm and soft, nothing would ever compare to the feel of your skin.

pulling away from your ear, he sees that those girls are still there, looking at you and him. the smirk on his face falters a bit, and his gaze hardens.

man, he really doesn't like how they're looking at you.

it's so easy for him to tell they have no cursed energy, just mere humans that could never even hope to be on the same level as you. it would be so fucking easy to just...snap his fingers and have them gone in an instant.

you steal his attention away from them and the dark thoughts swirling in his head by tilting his head your way, and instantly, his gaze softens.

jesus, the things you do to this man.

"sugu? what's wrong, honey," you mumble, worry etched into your features. you cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks to get him to calm down. "you don't look happy..."

the feel of your hands on his face, paired with the sweet concern in your voice, it washes away all irritation in him instantly. suguru hums, his eyes sliding shut. and the soft look in your eyes...he's so whipped for you, it's sickening.

you're so warm...

"no, baby, nothing's wrong," he reassures you, his smooth voice a low rumble. if he could, he'd be purring incredibly loudly right now, nuzzling into your palms. just your touch is enough to make him melt.

"'m just thinkin' how lucky I am, havin' you all to myself like this. the prettiest girl in the world, and she's sitting in my lap...who knew i'd make it this far in life, hm?"

the low, purple lights of the club cast a soft glow on your face as your fluffy hair frames your face, and suguru sighs, looking at you like you were his everything. you are his everything.

a quick glance to the side and suguru takes note that those girls are still fucking there, looking at you both. instead of getting irritated again, suguru gets an idea.

with a smirk, his hand slides up further your thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of that pretty purple dress he bought you that contrasts against the dark color of your skin...so pretty.

"mm, babygirl, just looking at you is making me dizzy," suguru purrs, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "you know i love you right? an' that all i wanna do is show you off s' everyone knows how pretty you are, right?"

you know better.

you know better than to trust him when he starts making comments like this, when he starts cooing and praising you out of nowhere.

because you know that it means suguru is up to no damn good.

you still haven't forgiven him for making you squirt on his fingers while he was on the phone with nanami...even though it was kind of cute how nanami couldn't look you in the eye without blushing for about two weeks.

"mhm...i know, sugu, you're a little show off that likes to get us in trouble," you playfully scold, tugging his hair a little as you giggle, looking at him with a soft gaze.

suguru's head tilts back, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a soft grunt leaving him. he's always been a sucker for you pulling on his hair like that, likes when you tug him around to make a point...shit, he's getting hard just from thinking of all the times you'd use his hair to get his attention or make him focus on something.

and it doesn't take long for you to discover his thoughts are going south.

with an exasperated gasp, you feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your ass, letting out a little scold of his name. his grip on you tightens when you shift to confirm your suspicions. his head leans to rest in the crook of your neck, a silent plea for more of your affection.

"but you like it when I show off," suguru teases back, pressing a kiss against your neck as your curls tickle his face again. even your hair was soft, it's like he's got his own little pillow pet in his lap. the thought makes him chuckle, knowing you'd probably swat at him playfully for comparing you to a plushy

"you get all worked up, it's so cute, angel...plus, i think y'like it when i cause trouble." his hand swaps thighs and creeps up higher under your dress, his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. he's playing a risky game. at any moment, someone could catch him and get you both kicked and banned from the club.

but where's the fun in life without taking risks?

"c'mooon, admit it, baby, you like it."

one glance up back into the crowd and suguru hums, his eyes glinting dangerously. still there, it seems.

they aren't staring as hard now, but looks of disbelief cross their face when his hand shamelessly goes right to the apex of your thighs, fingers running over the lace of your panties. suguru doesn't care anymore, if they wanna look so bad, he'll give them something to stare at.

"s-suguru...you're, mnh, gettin' close there..."

he doesn't give you a response, his hand sliding from your back up to your hair to keep your head in the crook of his neck. he may be fine with showing out a little bit to these bitches who tired to glare daggers into you, but no one except him gets to see your face.

the way your lashes flutter, the way your teeth dig into the plushness of your bottom lip...it's driving him crazy.

the faint scent of your perfume hits his nose, and he's gone. his cock is pressing against your ass in full hardness, and he has to stop himself from grinding up into you.

nah, right now, this is about you.

he's going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, going to make sure you know that you are his in every way that counts.

without wasting another moment, suguru's fingers slip under your panties, pausing when they touch the faint wetness gathering at your slit.

"fuck...baby, don't tell me you've been like this the whole night," he rasps, his breathing slowly starting to pick up. your soft cunt is hot to the touch, sticky and wet as he drags his fingers through your slick.

"i can't help it, you just...look, really good t'night, baby," you huff into his ear, gasping a moan when he doesn't hesitate to slip a finger into your slick hole.

he really does look good tonight, dressed in those black dress pants, sleek dress shoes, and that stupidly hot black button-up shirt. and he has the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone so that you can get a nice view of that necklace with your name on it resting on his collarbone.

how can you not get soaking wet?

"shit." he's groaning, the sensation of you nuzzling your face into his neck to press little open-mouthed kisses into all the sensitive spots of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. it's so sweet and precious how you try your hardest not to make too much noise and not move too much as he stirs up your cunt with just one of his fingers.

he wishes you both were back at home, wishes that he had you spread open on the bed so that he can see how wet he's got you just from his attire, so that he can hear your pussy squelch around his fingers. not even the strongest in the world would be able to pull him from your pussy whenever you get this wet.

the thought of gojo trying to pull him away from you makes him cringe a bit...because he knows damn well that idiot would be shoving his face deeper into your cunt, grinning as he practically makes suguru drown in you.

on second thought, that's not a bad way to go....

another tug to his hair as him unintentionally groaning, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pang of pleasured pain that shoots up his spine. his attention is back on you, his face close to yours as he breathes against your ear.

if you want his attention, then he'll give you all of it with no hesitation.

"suguruu, more...please," you finally whine, the slow movement not enough for you. it's almost torture; the slow in and out motions of his finger making you feel good but not good enough. no, you need more, craved it.

"yeah? you gonna be a good girl f' your suguru and let him take care of this needy lil' pussy? hm?" one finger turns into two, and that familiar heat pools in your lower abdomen. now it's feeling so fucking good that you already know his fingers are gonna be coated in your juices.

this should be embarrassing, it really should. you both are in a club for fucksake! but you can't find it in you to care about it, his thick digits working your cunt so good that your brain is just melting.

one of your hands grips his button-up, fisting in the fabric to ground yourself from the pleasure. "m-mhm! I'll be good, I'll be s' good for you, sugu, promise!" suguru is becoming relentless, determined to make you crack and stop hiding those pretty sounds from him when he takes note of how you go right back to biting your lip after giving him that sweet, needy response.

however, he loves seeing your lips all swollen, knowing they were like that because he made you feel so good you had to force yourself to be quiet.

"sweetheart, don' hide it, lemme hear you, 's just you and me," he whispers to you, his other hand burying itself in your curls and giving a little tug. he knows it's not just the both of you, but right now, in this moment, it's all that exists for him.

the harsh pull of your hair has your lips brushing against his ear and choking on a moan, unable to keep it in. "thaaaat's it, let me hear how good it feels t' have these fingers buried deep inside this tight cunt."

you hate this, hate when he talks because it only makes you wetter. and that means he's gonna talk even more, and you're always right because he's cooing at how much slick is pouring out of you now, asking if it's because of his voice or his fingers.

suguru's so fucking annoying, such an asshole, but you can't help but let him get away with it when it means he makes your eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

you let him get away with way too much, don't you?

the song playing now is so loud, the bass making the ground vibrate. but suguru doesn't care, he's just thankful it's loud enough to cover that fucking beautiful moan you give him when he curls his fingers juuuust right.

"oooh, there? did i find it? fuck, baby, y'got so tight jus' from that."

your desperate nod of confirmation is all he needs before he speeds up his fingers, groaning when he can finally hear the wet schlicks of his hand coaxing more slick out of you.

one more glance up and suguru can't help but grin. the girls are gone, now mixed up in the crowd likely red and hot in the face.

seems like his impromptu little show finally got the message across: he is yours and yours only.

knowing he no longer had to show off, he's focusing on you, on you and that tight, needy little slit between your legs that's dripping down his wrist. it should be a crime for someone to be this wet, in public no less.

"c'mon, angel, don' hold back on me anymore, lemme know how it feels. wanna know 'm treating this gorgeous pussy good."

you let out the prettiest moan, breath hot against his ear. suguru coos, his hand not between your legs holding your neck to keep your head in the crook of his neck. “mhg, suguru, love it s' much, g-god, your fingers feel s'good, 's not fair.”

you can't stop yourself from trying to spread your legs more, giving him a bit better access. you know you can't open them too much ot someone might see.

but...would that be so bad? for people to see how suguru could make you fall apart so seamlessly?

if only you knew that's exactly what was running through his head right now. he's positive at least one person has caught on to what's happening, the repeating motions of his hand between your legs such a dead giveaway.

it thrills him, his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought. shit, he's learning things about himself he didn't know before...he might have to do this to you more often.

he leans in closer, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "y'gonna cum for me right here in this club, aren't you, babygirl? gonna show me how much you love my fingers playing with this slutty lil' pussy, right?"

he gets a sweet little 'yes, sugu' and he purrs your name, the mixture of your moans, the music, and the just barely audible sounds of your slickness being stirred by his thick fingers, making him feel drunk.

you're shaking in his lap, holding on for dear life as he makes it a point to curl his fingers with each thrust, not giving you a break anymore. you're spiraling, feeling the tremors of your impending orgasm building, your hot, gummy walls fluttering around his stupidly thick digits. you're praying silently between each pant and gasp, desperately hoping he doesn't make you squirt, not now, not when so many people are around—!

"c'mon, baby, c'mon," suguru encourages, his fingers picking up their pace. you're so close, he knows it, he knows because he can feel it coming. the way you fist his shirt, the way your hips are trying to hard to not rise up to meet his hand, knowing it would make it so obvious what's happening.

but suguru, oh, he stopped caring so fucking long ago. he just wants to feel you soak his fingers, wants to hear your muted little moan of his name when you finally cum. he just wants to make sure you know you're his.

"b-baby, suguru, shit, i'm gonna cum—!"

"yeah? that's it, baby, let got f'me, you can do it," he urges and coos, his voice bordering on needy and desperate, just like you. he's panting into your ear, whispering little praises as he listens to you pitifully try to keep your gasps and moans down. you're such a mess, it's so cute, you're so adorable, god, he loves you so bad.

your thick thighs are quivering and trembling as you teeter on the brink of release. you know it's going to be a mess, but you try, you try so hard to keep it in.

suguru notices—how could he not—and he's not having it, slipping a third finger inside your messy little cunt, curling deep inside right against that sweet spot, and that knot wound so tight inside you finally snaps.

"s-suguuuu, 'm cummin'—!"

he's reveling in how your hot, gummy walls squeeze and spasm all over his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as you cry and sob his name into his ear, tears caught on your eyelashes from how good it feels. he wishes he could look at you, wanting to drink up your expressions, but no, he'd be risking someone else seeing how pretty you are when you cum.

"yessss, good girl, good fuckin' girl, gimme everything, babygirl."

your cries of release are so damn sweet to his ears, and he continues to work you through it, ensuring your orgasm is as prolonged and intense as possible. if you were home, he wouldn't care about stopping or overstimulating, but he has to remind himself to stay calm and not go too hard.

if he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from fucking you on this couch in the middle of the VIP section in front of all these people.

once suguru feels you go slack in his arms and your hand weakly slap against his chest, he slows his hand, his own breaths heavy with the arousal and need you stirred in him...did you have any idea how sexy you were? if he wasn't as controlled as he was, he's positive he would've cum in his pants.

pulling his fingers out slowly, suguru's quick to pop them into his mouth, sucking off your juices like it would be the last time he'd ever get a last. fuck, you soaked his hand...he doesn't care how obvious he makes it when he licks at his palm and wrist to not miss a drop.

"hhmph, s-suguru, you—"

"i need you, right now. can i take you home?"

of course, he has to ask. he knows how long it took you to get ready, to look so fucking perfect. but right now, he doesn't want anyone to look at you. hell, he doesn't want anyone else but him to be near you, he'd fucking wipe out this entire club right now if you asked.

the soft touch of your hands on his face brings him back, making him melt as his eyes slide shut. you're so soft, he loves you so much, he needs to stick his cock into you while groaning those words into your ear, needs to feel his tip kiss that soft, spongy spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed, to fold you in half as he stuffs you so full, praying that his cum gets stuck deep inside you, praying that it takes and that he gets you knocked up, and that—

"take me home, sugu, please, i-i need you s' bad."

your words have him acting in an instant he presses a quick kiss to your lips, licking whatever is left of your lipgloss before helping you stand up with him, guiding you out of the club. if he stays in here for any longer, he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

"i got you, baby, don't worry, 'm gonna give you what you need. let's go, princess."

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[strawberrymochin]

The Moan Analysis✎

A slight analysis on how jjk boys would moan | Gojo satoru; Geto suguru; Nanami kento; Ryomen sukuna; Toji fushiguro | got a little carried away while writing nanami and toji

Gojo satoru

✎ starting off with the vocal king of sorcerers, gojo's moans would be vocal 'vocal'. Normally gojo has a playful smooth voice that does charms to human ears, however it changes completely in bed. His voice would go two or three octaves lower as he pants and groans as he thrusts in you. He's a kinda guy who would whispers slutty compliments while fucking you in the middle of the night, depriving you of your beauty sleep. If you're the one who's riding him, he would be squirming as whimpers would follow his delicate trembling lips, especially if you clench too hard around him. He has no shame voicing his pleasures and thus innocently ruins neighbour's peace.

Geto suguru

✎ Suguru's a guy, who lies mostly within rough grunts to panting breaths. He won't be the one to be much vocal while doing the thing. The vocal one in the relationship would be you, since you can't keep your mouth shut when he takes you (c'mon I mean nobody can keep it shut if it's geto suguru). He loves hearing your moans instead. And boy, he hasn't voiced out his thoughts yet, as its kinda embarrassing to him but if you would agree to it, he would record your moans into a playlist. I'm not even kidding, there would be a sorted out one containing your moans from finger fucking, eating you out, fucking you etc. (not to mention he would jerk off to those playlists when you're away from him)

Nanami kento

✎ ASMR. I repeat ASMR. The moans of nanami kento would be literal asmr to your ears. As a former salary man and now again a sorcerer, nanami gets real tired and has trouble sleeping. You were thinking of suggesting him asmr to relieve stress however you realised maybe he would want something more better. And this is how you would find yourself facing the mattress as your back is firmly pressed on namami's toned chest as he thrusts in and out, while snaking an arm around your curves finding his way to your neck slightly choking you, making you drool. His moans would be breathy and slight croaky. He won't waste his stamina trying to talk rather than keep his mind focused on the sensation on the pleasure where you suck him in so good. The only time he would be any vocal would be when he reaches his climax as he cums inside you with a series of low groans.

Ryomen sukuna

✎ Kk, forget about his moaning, this merciless guy would fuck you so hard that you would barely hear any sound other than you whining and moaning under him. The only time you could hear him moan, would be when you give him a blowjob or a titjob whatever he wants. His moans would consist of breathy groans to slight pants while he degrades you. You would know you're doing a great job if his voice cracks while passing you a snarky comment or if his breath hitched while you draw your tongue over his tip licking it clean as it twitches in your mouth. Though every single thing you do would make him experience heaven (which he would never go, nor you guys....lol) he would never accept that you have a slight dominance when sucking him or riding him as it would affect his ego.

Toji fushiguro

✎ Forget about his moans, his existence itself is the sluttiest to ever happen. Also he's such a softie in love babe I swear. He won't be much vocal again except the time he reaches his climax. He would cum as he whispers delicate words of you being such a good girl taking him in as he pants and groans. His words might mess up a little bit, as he cums, might end up blabbering nonsense incoherent words as he rides his high. He makes sure to say one thing everytime you guys have sex, is that he's grateful for you to exist in his world and would beg you a million times to never disappear. To never leave him. That's the only time he shows his true self to you, which you embrace in your arms, cupping his cheeks to gently kiss him to sleep. Even though he seems tough outside, I feel he might be the most insecure person due to his childhood experiences and might hesitate to open up to you. But there's no doubt he would be on his knees for you.

[uzurakis]

hello!! i hope ur having a good day. if not it will get better with time!! I don’t know if you’ve gotten this request yet, but I read your JJK men with a clingy reader and I was wondering if you could do a angst version one where they kind of don’t like it!! the reader would either hear them talking about how they don’t like it or they’ll say it to the readers face.

of course, if you want to and if you haven’t already. thank you for ur work. I LOVE IT!!

THEY DON’T LIKE YOU BEING CLINGY!

featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. geto suguru. nanami kento.

n. thankyou for loving my works! i was sorta confused how to do your ask because i personally think the boys would not stray away from your touch, it felt a bit off but i still went to write it. not a full on angst though, just a tiny winy bit of it. i still hope that’s okay though, i tried my best :’]

NANAMI KENTO. he gently pulled away, holding you at arm’s length. “i love that you’re affectionate,” he began, voice soft but firm, “but i’m not in the mood for it right now.” nanami let out a heavy breath, pulling away his tie for some air. he felt a share of frustration and guilt. it wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your love and warmth—he did, deeply—but today had been draining. the weight of his responsibilities, the stress of the day, it all hung heavily on him, making it difficult to switch gears so quickly. “it’s not your fault, sweetheart,” he said, trying to soften the blow. “it’s just been a really rough day, and i need some time to unwind.”

GOJO SATORU. “can we just sit side by side for now? save some of that energy later,” he smiled down at you, but after a moment, he gently repositioned your hands and stepped back slightly after you tried to wrap your arm around his tough body, leaning into his chest to feel his warmth. his words stung, but you tried not to show it. you nodded and took a step back, settling down on the couch next to him; folding your hands in your lap whilst forcing a smile.

GETO SUGURU. “i’m feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. can we.. tone it down a little?” geto fidgeted, playing and intertwining his fingers. he then continued, “it’s not that i don’t want to be close to you. i just need a bit of space to breathe, especially after a long day.” you bit your lip, trying to keep your voice steady, “suguru, i understand. i just… wanted to be close to you. i’m sorry..” but your boyfriend immediately answered by saying “sometimes i just need a little space to decompress. but that doesn’t mean i don’t love you or want to be with you.”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. you kept trying to make physical contact with megumi as the evening wore on, but he kept pulling back each time. he pretended to alter his position when he softly withdrew his hand when you sought to grab on to it while you were watching a movie. always moved slightly as you leaned on him, putting a little space between you two. he sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “look, i’m not really a touchy person. it’s just how i am. i need a bit of space to feel comfortable.”

@uzurakis

[shaisuki]

FORMAL GREETINGS

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᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ content warnings flashbacks of being degraded and being called names (pig+whore+slut), panic attacks.

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after three years you're once facing again your tormentors. will you still be the same after that years or would it open new found feelings?

the light illuminating from your screen burns brightly that it almost affects your eyesight. your fingers almost turning into frigid from the lack of blood flow. you curl your fingers to stimulate before returning to punch the keys in your keyboard. drowning the sound of your coworkers chattering underneath their breath and the numerous phone ringing in your floor. deadline's approaching and you must finish this before your boss would chew you out. you can't break the streak yet, you're the employee whose in good terms with her boss and you won't allow a deadline to jeopardize it.

and then, click! you were finally done and you can finally sigh out of relief. turning in circles on your swivel chair before saving the finished report you were doing and then making a extra copy. you will never know what accident will happen and you don't want to redo all of your hard work. printing the documents, you clipped all of them. rechecking before putting it a folder and bringing it to your supervisor for them to check tomorrow.

you went back to your desk. cleaning the scraps in your desk and arranging the scattered files. you pressed the button of your monitor turning it off before placing your chair in its designated place and then you clocked out.

stepping outside, you take a look at building behind you. the younger you wouldn't dream of being here but fate played on you. part of you enjoyed it, part of you hated it. you guess you can't love something fully and it always made a reason to hate it.

the sun was setting in the horizon and it told you that you must need to be home soon and then you went to a nearest grocery store to pick the things you needed before going home.

unlocking the doors of your small apartment you rented, you placed your phone and keys at the countertop of your kitchen. storing the goods you have brought and you changed into something more of comfy. you opened your laptop, checking emails for tomorrow and finishing what's left of your workload.

yawning, you closed your laptop. it's time for bed and with that you drift into a dreamless sleep.

after dealing with the morning rush of your mode of transportation. you made your way inside the building. greeting your fellow employees with good mornings and catch up on the elevator and you were seated in your cubicle. doing your tasks for the day.

“(y/n).” your supervisor calls you. ushering you to their office and you left your cubicle to follow them. they handed you the report you had done yesterday. “your report is excellent as always and although it's my job to give it to the superiors, i need you to deliver it. the ceo will be needing it for today.” they said exasperated. their sight glued to their monitor and you nodded. top floor it is and then you walked away and climbed up to the highest floor where the ceo's office is located.

the elevator dings before opening to your desired floor number and you were in awe from his spacious the hallway is unlike the lower floors including yours. you heard that it is only the ceo who resides here. walking, you clutch the folder in your hands as you slowly move to get to your destination. you sighed in relief in what you presume the ceo's secretary is stationed here. a desk and drawer and a swivel chair in which she furiously taps on her computer. the sound of the acrylic in her nails evident.

“uhm, hello. where should i leave this?” you asked her. showing her the folder compiled with the reports you had done yesterday. she hums, glancing at you before giving you her full attention. she gave a sickly sweet smile. showing her pearly white teeth and her blood red stained lips is giving you the impression that she works in a club rather than a corporate one. her blonde curls gave you the impression it was bouncing from the way it moves.

“i should take it but strict orders. you can place it on his desk. just go straight right there and you'll find a door. just open it and leave the folder in his desk and you're good.” her voice cheery as she instructs you. extending her arm to show you the way. you nod and you thank her before leaving.

it wasn't that hard to find but when you were holding the bars of the door. you suddenly felt sick. it was like you were back at the days you desperately wanted to forget and holding the handle of the door feels like you were holding the lid of pandora's box and opening it will wreck havoc.

you are delivering papers and then you'll leave after you put it. you said to yourself. gathering the courage to open the glass doors and you take a few deep breaths before opening it. you look at the room, finding it to be deserted without the ceo inside.

the office is vast. it was like half of the size of the whole floor in the building. there's a desk made of a high quality wood along with a expensive swivel chair. a private room in the corner and is littered with a huge book shelf containing various variations of book. there's a few frames mounted in the wall, probably the past CEOs. there's also a hint of personal touches. a aquarium in the corner as is that a cookie jar? and there's also a container full of different sweets. that's new. you think nothing of it before you approach the desk to put the file. there's no need to marvel at this place. you have no business here except for this and you're done. before you can turn around to leave. a familiar voice calls for you.

“(y/n)?”

swallowing, you turned around to meet him.

“the only redeeming quality you have is this pussy of yours. without it you're nothing.”

“it's been bugging me for a long time. can you snort like a pig? of course, you can. come on, (y/n)-chan. oink. oink.....”

“you're a huge slut. acting out after not being given attention. you attention whore.”

“(y/n)?” there is it again.

you flinched. a involuntarily movement and then you shaked your head. blinking rapidly and offering him a sweet smile. you didn't realize he was calling your name before you answered to his call.

“sir? i'm just here to drop it off. i'm on my way now.” you told him before making your way out but before you can fully leave, he grabs you by the arm.

“i know but (y/n) —”

“...excuse me, sir. i really need to leave.” you cut him off and pulling your arm away from him. you alternate between half-walking/half-running making sure it was under the guise that you're running late and needed to make a run. not enough to raise suspicion you were avoiding him.

how many years was it? three? it's been long since he have last seen you and it didn't end in good terms. certainly, he didn't expect that he would see you here. in his office. looking so good and professional in that corporate attire of yours.

he can't believe it. he stares at your retreating figure until you disappeared from his sight. he needed to tell suguru all of this but before that he calls his assistant. wanting a full portfolio of yours. a background check of what happened to you after that night.

it was given to him. a file of yours containing all the details of your hundrum life. average and you were like all the regular daughter of regular parents. the before of your college life before you met them years ago and one point he searched for you after that night but there was nothing only a dead end. your parents are clueless of what happened to you and they treated you like you were dead. gone in a moment of where you're in the middle of reaching your dreams. he kept in contact at them. hoping or maybe miraculously that you would show again at their doorstep. he knows you also have a soft spot for your younger sibling. a brother whom you dearly loved. he also hoped that you will appear with fondness you have for your brother but you didn't.

the after is what he needed and all he got is the documents he have in his hand. he sat in his chair. making sure all his afternoon meetings are moved for him to know all of what happened to you in the last years after your disappearance that night and only finding of what briefly happened to your from shoko.

he found out you transferred to a another university. far from the reaches of him and suguru. continued your degree and been jumping from jobs after jobs trying to support yourself and it landed you here in his company. you were now an employee of his. working under him and satoru doesn't know what he'll do after finding this out.

he grabs his glasses before spinning it with his fingers. glancing at your picture pinned in your resumé. he traces it with his fingers. you didn't change. a small gentle smile in your face. how can he forget this face of yours when you're still the one who haunts his dreams.

he remembers your reaction earlier. you were so scared of him. masking it with a smile for your own good to avoid disappointing him. it was like a muscle memory for you. meeting you earlier and you looking so scared of him brings him back of memories of how both he and suguru were awful to you. he's much worse and it's new form him to feel this way. he didn't really care about the feelings of the people that surrounds him including you.

he needed a break and then he dials suguru's number.

the cafe where they usually frequents is where they decided to meet up and suguru takes the offer when satoru said he wanted to talk about something urgent. now he sit here with his friend. sulking and is rather stressed.

“she's back, suguru.”

the tea he was swirling with spoon creates a vortex the moment he stops his mixing. putting his cup, he raises a brow at satoru. “what do you mean she's back, satoru?” a little bit confused of what his friend is saying. a crazy-ex, a fling or someone he had done a one night stand comes back? he doesn't know.

satoru pouts at him. “(y/n).” the name rings in his ear like bells. the now ceo of the gojo company greedily shoves the souffle pancakes to his mouth. he knows his friend was a glutton but he looks rather bothered from it.

he had not heard of your name since that talk with shoko. he sips on his tea before asking gojo. “what of her, satoru?”

“she's working for my company. meaning she's my employee.”

“what of it?”

“i kind of talked to her but she left.”

gojo continues to ramble about what happened to you but he drowned it out. it's been years and you came back. he was close to giving up trying to find you and then like you always do came waltzing again in their lives once again. just like satoru he gathered all the information he can get his hands on but to no avail he didn't get your whereabouts despite the influence he have.

“i wanted to talk to her, ask what happened to her, suguru.” the man in front of him laments.

“you can't force (y/n) about that satoru. she maybe starting fresh on her life and doesn't need us to remind her of what happened.” he reasons to him but deep inside he wanted your answers too. shed a light to what really happened to you that night and how you ended up in a hospital and later to disappear from them.

“suguru, should i approach (y/n)-chan?” gojo asks him but he does not approve of the idea. “definitely not you idiot. you're going to scare her and don't exclude me you selfish prick.”

“for now, let's plan something about it.” he suggested and satoru begrudgingly accepted it.

the white hair, the now square shaped glasses and that face sends you in a mini panic attack. you don't know what'll happen to you if caught a glimpse of that blue eyes of his. your heart beating rapidly as you went to lock yourself in the comfort room. bile rising down your throat before throwing up the contents of your stomach in the sink. tears swelling in the corner of your eyes as you heave before throwing up another batch of what kind of mix like your breakfast, spit and bile.

you thought it was gone that you were a new person and the mere presence of him won't affect but how wrong you were. it was like spiders crawling up to your skin and digging to your flesh to make a home from the feeling of him touching you.

turning the faucet on, you cupped your hands to catch the water before splashing it to your face was like a wake up call that you cannot be affected by such touch or look at him and it won't be long before they're standing in front of you. you're not the hopeless version of yourself. you told yourself that but it's not that easy.

you wipe the fog sticking in the mirror and you stared at your reflection. you were still a remnant of your past self. you were you. a girl that was given a new chance of life to start a new and yet, you're here. won't be too late to leave this and start again? you're here now. there's no chance of running back. you can't think straight. your hands trembling and you can't help but to pity yourself. you were still a slave to your past and, and, and.....

it's neverending.

[jasmineoolongtea]

― like a rockstar ✧₊⁺

― the ways in which they're like as your rockstar boyfriends

contents: gojo x f!reader, geto x f!reader, choso x f!reader (reader wears a skirt), kinda suggestive tone for them, nicknames are used (baby & love), headcanons/brief drabbles a/n: title is based on like a rockstar by chase atlantic (chase atlantic my loves <333), might do more characters/scenarios with this concept if you guys like it/have any ideas for it, any likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated as always ♡

thinking about rockstar bf!gojo satoru who always dedicates his sets to you. it's kinda become a tradition for him to start off with a public declaration to you to his crowds of eager fans cheering and chanting his name with all their might.

"this one goes out to my girl out there in the crowd." he says with a devilish smirk, his cerulean eyes landing on you with calculated precision. thousands of eyes follow his outstretched finger that's pointing to you, most of them probably burning with jealousy from his fangirls, but you could care less about them when all you're focused on is him.

basking in the bright glow of the spotlights, there's no other way to say this except for the fact that he looks devastatingly handsome in his white tee and silver necklace with your initial on it and how it clings onto the ripples and reflexes of his toned body. you have a matching one, of course, a shiny letter 's' that clings to your neck, he gifted it to you before going on stage a few shows ago. "now everyone can tell we're just for each other." he remarks against your lips before crashing his into yours.

you wave at him shyly and blow a kiss in his direction, one he catches with ease before swinging the electric guitar strap around his neck. he sends a nod to his bandmates, signalling for them to start before taking centre stage again as he leans into the microphone.

"all these songs are just for you, baby."

thinking about rockstar bf!geto suguru who insists on getting a kiss from you before he goes on stage. "it's a good luck charm love, trust me." he asserts, taking your hands in his with the cold silver of his rings making you shiver slightly.

you're wearing that lipstick that he likes, the dark red one that looks so good when it's smudged and ruined from his own lips. he brings his thumb up to your bottom lip, running it slowly across the satiny finish in the way that makes your breath stop momentarily.

"where do you want it sugu?" you'll ask, as you always do, fluttering your eyelashes innocently and looking up at him with your doe eyes.

"anywhere you want, love." he whispers in your ear, the smooth timbre of his voice sending tingles down your spine. there's a fire lit within you, and a mischievous grin graces your features.

that's how he ends up going on stage with red lipstick on his lips and on the side of his neck. rumours were definitely going to swirl around this but that was the least of his worries when he spots you off on the side, donning his leather jacket with pride.

now you two are matching and wearing something of the other, him with your lipstick boldly marking him as yours and you in his leather jacket that smells just like him. he doesn't tell anyone but for you, he pulls out all of his tricks in his set tonight.

thinking about rockstar bf!kamo choso who makes sure you get front-row seats to whatever he does. doesn't matter where or when, no matter how inconvenient it might be, for choso, when there's a will, there's a way.

you knew that about him but that doesn't mean you were expecting him to pull you onto his lap during one of the band's practice sessions when he saw that all the other seats were unavailable. you feebly try to push him off as you insist that you'll find another seat somewhere else, your cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment as you do.

"but baby, i need you close to me." he'll say as he pouts at you, his grip tightening around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your back. his bandmates don't even blink an eye at his antics, already used to how attached their drummer is whenever it comes to you.

you sigh to yourself, your hands cupping his cheeks as you look into his eyes, a lovesick expression painted on his face. "you promise me that this won't interrupt your practice?" you ask as you feel one of his hands leave your waist and absentmindedly start to wander up your thigh towards the edge of your skirt.

he nods fervently, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as a sign of confirmation. you're sure that the only reason that he isn't diving into your lips like a starved man as he usually does is because he's not in the mood to have an audience, in the form of the rest of the band, for it. you readjust yourself on his lap, making sure that you're situated in a better position with your back flushed against his toned torso as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers to you. "i'll play even better 'cause you're here."

[sickslimez]

TASTE! — SUGURU GETO

vampire!geto who is staring up at you with dark eyes, chest heaving up and down as he just got finished cumming inside of you. His lips are parted, fangs on display as your blood stains his puffy lips, trickling down his chin and sides of his mouth. Your sat on top of him, his cock still throbbing inside of you, the warm crimson liquid leaking from your neck and trailing down to your tits. You softly smile down at him, brushing away the stray hairs that stick to his sweaty forehead. He stares at you in admiration, like you’re some higher power, a being he’s never seen before, an angel. He grips the plush flesh of your ass, lifting you off of his cock, his cum spilling out of you. His tongue darts out to catch the droplet of blood that bleeds from your neck, savoring the taste. He pulls you down closer, his hot, wet tongue licking at the bite he’s created in your skin. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your eyes flutter shut. “I can’t get enough of you—fuck,” he breathes out, gripping the back of your neck as he continues his ministrations. He could lose himself in you if he’s not too careful, having be that you are the first human he’s tasted in over a decade. Your brows furrow as a slight stinging pain lingers on your skin and causes you to pull away from him. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he mutters, gulping down your blood. “One more taste? Please? You’re intoxicating.” His desperate pleas make you give in and before you know it, his throbbing cock is back inside your sopping cunt as he feeds off of you, his nails digging into your skin, hips slamming into yours. “You taste even sweeter when you cum for me, darling.”

[nightdncer]

“ 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 , 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 ”

✦ synopsis : it’s your birthday , and how will your boyfriend celebrate it ?

✦ warnings : fluff , crack , fem!reader , fem!reader x character , pet names , got lazy writing

✦ characters : Suguru Geto , Satoru Gojo , Ryomen Sukuna

✦ credits idea : @biscu1ts - Satoru + Sukuna

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you just woke up, the curtains already open while the birds were chirping as usual. you looked outside, it was as pretty as always. the wind running around while the sun is hidden behind the clouds. suddenly, you hear the bedroom door open.

you get surprised and looked at how was there. it was your boyfriend, Suguru. he had a plate with breakfast on it. “Suguru?” you say, surprised he even had that plate in his hand.

is he just trying to give you breakfast in the bed today morning? is he going to another early mission and he’s just trying to gift you with something before he goes? you don’t know. you completely forgot what today was.

“dear, don’t you remember what today is?” he asks, having a slight teasing tone in his voice while he sits beside of you, the plate in his lap. you looked at him, confused. you think about it. nothing comes to mind.

“aww, seems like you don’t remember, birthday girl.” he coos in your ear with a complete teasing tone in it. you then remember, today was your birthday. “oh!” you say, finally knowing what he was talking about and why he had the plate in his lap.

“cmon, eat.” he says brining one of the food into your mouth, his thumb on your lip while the rest under your chin, forcing you to eat. you didn’t complain though. after all, you were 𝘩𝘪�� birthday girl.

after you ate, he picks you up and goes to the bathroom, brushing your teeth for you. “your so cute when you’re under my control, dear.” he teases. after he finish brushing your teeth for you, he brings you onto the couch as you sit in his lap.

“don’t worry about any missions, I took everything off for you.” he commented, braiding your hair.

suddenly, you feel a vibration in his pant, his phone was ringing. Suguru ignores it, and picks it up when he finally finish braiding your hair. it was his best friend, Satoru.

“what?” he asks, putting the phone to his ear while you rest your head against his chest. it was as warm as always.

“I don’t want to talk to you, I wanna talk to her!” he says, but only Suguru could hear. “fine… just don’t try to hit on her.” Suguru warns, as he hands the phone to you. “it’s Satoru.” he whispers to you.

you nod your head against his chest, as you put the phone to your ear you instantly hear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!” Satoru screams into the phone, while you hear confetti dance in the air.

“happy birthday!” Haibara says in the background, while Nanami and Shoko just calmly said “happy birthday,” to you.

you smile calmly, as Suguru whispers in your ear, “happy birthday, dear.”

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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

you wake up in bed, instantly trying to find your boyfriend in the bed. he was nowhere, not in the bedroom at the slightest. you hug your knees, thinking he left for a mission. but he didn’t leave a note beside the bed as usually.

then, you feel someone’s arm wrap around your waist. “surprise, lovely!” he says loudly and energetic, kissing you neck. you slightly squeal from the surprise hug. you then realized he was under the bed.

“how long were you under there….?” you say, looking behind you to see him continuing to kiss your neck, leaving trails. “not too long. only for about a minute before you woke up.” he said, ruffling your hair teasingly. “now, cmon, birthday darling,” he says as he gets up, you in his arms.

“let’s get ready,” he said. “ready for what?” you asked, looking up at him while he brings you into the bathroom. “I’m gonna spoil you.” he replies, “why wouldn’t I?” he asked teasingly, as he brushes his teeth while you brush yours.

after you two finish brushing your teeth, he sits you on the bed and gives you a sundress that matches your eye color, with a white shirt under. “I bought this for you yesterday.” he commented.

you suddenly notices something with the white shirt.

is that 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵?

he leaves the room, waiting for you to change while he was already dressed up. he was dressed up when he hugged you, so he probably got ready some minutes before he went under the bed to surprise you.

you finish changing, walking out of the bedroom running up to Satoru. when he hears your feet clicking on the floor he looks behind to see you. “you’re as beautiful as ever.” he complimented you, grabbing your wrist gently, sitting you on the couch and he puts on you shoe.

once he finish putting on your shoe, he carries you to the car, you being his passenger princess as always.

you two were at the mall now, him choosing clothes for you. “you want this one?” he asks. you nod, but say “you don’t have to-” he shuts you up by putting his hand on your mouth, saying, “I’ll get this for you.”

he then finds matching jewelry for you to, one with your initials and one for his. “that’s cute, but-” he cuts you off before you finished your sentence. “we’re getting this for you, hun.”

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𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

you wake up, feeling like someone or something was watching you. you look up at your boyfriend, Sukuna, watching you sleep. he slightly becomes flustered when he gets caught looking at you, instantly looking to the side when your and his gaze meet each other.

“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, feeling your head rest on his shoulder, looking up at him with teasing expression. “is someone being a full on softie today?” you ask, knowing today was your birthday.

“no.” he replied back sternly, but you knew he was trying to act all cold and tough with a blush still on his cheeks. “lies.” you teased, as he grabs your wrist and pulls onto his lap. he sighed softly, slowly starting to braid your hair.

he never does this. maybe he’s being soft because todays your birthday?

“… happy birthday,” he says randomly. you look up at him, surprised he even said that to you. you remember him saying that it’s stupid for mortals to celebrate their birthday since it counts up to your death, but he still said it.

he finishes braiding your hair, then making your stomach meet his shoulder, you looking behind him. he then walks outside to the porch, sitting you down on the swing that was attached to the tree, just and 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 for you to use.

not even Uramue can use. well, that’s what Sukuna says, but you let her use it. after all, you and her were besties at this point, you being her first ever human friend. Sukuna comes back with flowers in his hand, put the flowers in your braided hair.

“you are being a softie!” you teased. “shut up, it’s just a weird feeling.” he said, trying to deny it, but you knew better. you knew he wanted to treat you like how a human boyfriend would for one day out of the whole year.

“hmph….” he grunts, knowing you knew better. “I just want to treat you like how the other mortals would treat their…. girlfriend.” he confesses. you get surprised at him calling you his girlfriend. you were his girlfriend, but he just never admitted it.

“now, don’t get surprised.. love.” he says softly, finally calling you a pet name. he’s called you many pet names before, but he rarely ever does so.

he then walks in front of you, going onto his two knees, the so called “monster” finally resting on your lap. his arms then wrap around your legs, slowly falling asleep. you giggle softly at him acting all soft for once, playing with his hair to make him fall asleep.

he wasn’t a monster to your eyes, he was just a big softy.

[sukun4scumdump]

18+, mdni.

plug!suguru who swears he only sees you as a customer and nothing more. but when you show up in your pink, frilly, short skirt he has his brain in a short circuit, with your milky thighs peeking under the skirt. he doesnt miss the garter belt peeking from under your skirt, and your thigh high socks cladding your legs perfectly, the way the chub of your thighs spills out from the end of the socks. when you notice that hes distracted, you wave a hand in front of his face to gain his attention back to your pretty face. and hes snapped back, but gets lost again. your pretty eyes, long lashes, your full lips that'll look so pretty wrapped around his thick cock, down to your neck which will look perfect covered in his hickeys. he swears you're only a customer, but he finds himself slipping his hand into his boxers and pulling his drooling cock out, fucking his fist as grunts of your name escapes his lips, pants echoing in his room with the sloppy sounds of his fist fucking his cock. with a loud moan and a chain of your names chants, he spills his seed all over his hand and tummy, the thick, translucent liquid shining in the dim light from the moon.

© 2024 @sukun4scumdump . do not copy, imitate or plagiarize. all content is purely an imagination, except for characters and universes .

[alexiroflife]

"savior"

MDNI, sexual tension, "master geto," slightly obsessed reader (please stand up)

suguru geto x reader

Synopsis: you consider yourself to be geto’s most devoted follower, and what can he do but take advantage of your unyielding faithfulness

to sum it up: your love for and desire to please geto awakens the Master Manipulator in him

WC: 5,787

Warning(s): manipulation, suggestive themes, mentions of cult, glorification ['divine' comparisons bc its a cult]

The overwhelming silence that took the room did very little to ease your nerves as your head hung low in a bow, your figure kneeling in the middle of the room. Before you lounged your savior, the man you had admired and devoted your life to, albeit from afar, for years. 

Suguru Geto peered down at you through warm brown eyes of curiosity, his genial smile beaming. You had struck him by pleasant surprise when you dropped down to your knees before him, preparing yourself to grovel or worship his presence. 

Geto was quite familiar with the attention. His followers were devoted people, kissing upon the ground he walked on as though he were a prophet reincarnated. He was quite grateful to have his ambitions supported by such unbridled allegiance, but outside of his immediate companions and cult members, like his darling girls and his secretary, he hardly had the opportunity to encounter his more distant followers face to face. 

He was a busy man, with pressing goals and aspirations. He had a new world to rebuild, and there remained an understanding that a significant space resided amidst the connection between himself and his followers. Rarely did they approach him privately with matters of their own to bring to his concern.

For that reason, he was intrigued by your candid boldness and your willingness to step outside of the general norm. You must have waited weeks to grab this opportunity when you saw it, for Manami had been keeping him busy with non-sorcerers’ requests for curse exorcisms. While he despised the interactions, he never turned down swiping a new curse into his possession.

The pink haired curse user had, in fact, warned Geto about a persistent follower trying to meet with him for months. He had proceeded to advise her to tell you that he would get to you when he could, which he had determined for himself would likely be never, but if he had known just how darling you were, desperate for even the quickest second to fawn over his greatness at his feet, he would have opened the door for you to peak in a long time ago.

Your heart was hammering with unease, the cool air growing hot around your skin as you closed your eyes, forehead pressed to the floor. Now that you had come this far, your body had failed you, unsure of how to respond to being so close to Master Geto. Your head was spinning and your mouth was running dry, all the words you had recited to yourself in the mirror for practice over and over again completely vanishing from your brain. You had been preparing yourself for this moment for longer than you could remember, and now that it was here, you were frozen.

“Stand.”

His command glided eloquently past his lips and resonated heavily within the space. Your body twitched before you rushed to push yourself off the floor, rising slowly to your feet and lifting your eyes up. 

The image of him came to you once more. He was a work of art. He leaned against his fist, elbow propped over his wooden bench as he lounged on his side, smiling down at you. His robes draped regally over his large frame, dark hair cascaded down his back. His presence was warm and cool at the same time, consoling and refreshing yet fierce and unearthly. Your heart rejoiced within your chest at the sight of him in all his glory. He sat before you, truly, as a god on earth. 

He looked so calm, almost happy to see you though the two of you had never met. You had always admired that about him, how he managed to speak to hundreds of people at once and simultaneously make it feel as though he had a personal affiliation with each and every one of them. It was in the way that he spoke, the way that he smiled, the way that those sharp eyes melted into softness each time he preached before you all, gaze dancing over the crowd. You knew well enough that it was a tactic he used to keep up with the image of himself that he’d built in accordance to your excited gazes, but you believed him to be so very kind for thinking of you all in such a way. 

You found Geto Suguru to be quite generous, intelligent, and oh, so powerful. How could his followers not have loved him?

You didn’t dare to speak unless he encouraged you to out of sheer respect for all that he was. His eyes meeting yours was enough to keep you going for the rest of your life if that was all he decided to keep your brief meeting to, for you had never been blessed with the privilege to have all of his attention poured into you and only you. You felt as though you had been chosen, as if a bright white light were beaming down on you from above, isolating you for the sake of serving dutifully on Geto’s behalf. You would have weeped for joy if you hadn’t forced yourself to remain composed. 

Geto looked over your frame, eyes snapping from your tightly clasped hands to your wide eyes and your stiff stance. You were such an anxious, timid thing, he found it hard to believe that you were a curse user who shared his desire to wipe the planet clean of all human beings. He excused your mannerisms because he knew they were inspired by his presence alone, which, while it was nothing new to him, struck him as endearing. 

Perhaps it was because he had seen you before, standing proudly in a crowd of his worshippers. Though his eyes brushed over you all in general greeting, he had always been able to catch a glimpse of you off in the corner. You kept yourself at a distance, but you carried a look of pure captivation and awe on your face. Your lips always parted cutely and your eyes shining, moved by his words of holy defiance and corruption. He hardly cared who you were before, writing you off as yet another woman touched by her lust for his dominance, but now that you had gone so far as to pester his secretary for a chance to see him, to breathe the air surrounding him, to stand there wordlessly, awaiting his permission to talk, he couldn’t help but entertain your little obsession for the time being. 

After all, you had caught him finally on a rare free day after having waited so patiently. As your Master, it was only polite for him to let you in.

“What’s your name?” was the first question he asked you, and your heart burst. Geto Suguru wanted to know who you were. He wanted to address you by your title. 

How blessed, how lucky you were to be granted this gift. 

You shifted on your feet, socks rubbing against the cool tile of the incense soaked space. Your shoulders broadened and your graceful lashes batted with amazed wonder. 

“My name is (Y/n),” you answered swiftly, breathlessly, your voice a soft whisper. “But… you can call me whatever you’d like,” you were quick to add, your enchantment with and overwhelming desire to please Geto influencing your thoughts. 

Now, he was amused. He tilted his head back against his knuckles. “Do you think you have to tell me something that I already know?” he asked, his tone dripping with sweet condescending. He hadn’t been offended, but he was curious to see how you would react to him reminding you of his pride.

You instantly paled, jaw dropping slightly. You looked mortified, brows curling in concern at the very notion that you may have insulted your salvation. “No,” you shook your head. “No, I’d never. I-” you stopped yourself, perhaps thinking that you were speaking too much. With the swift bow of your head, you clamped your mouth shut. “I apologize. That was foolish of me.”

The dark haired curse user wanted to laugh at your sensitivity. You were so cautious, so obedient and frail with your words. Perhaps you were a perfectionist, by the looks of how you stepped around yourself carefully. You wanted him to be pleased with you, that much was perfectly evident, and fortunately for you, he was already finding himself to be. 

But he would have much rather watched you work harder for whatever it was you desired from him, to see what motivated you and how far you would go in order to achieve it. 

“You are forgiven,” he waved his hand happily. “While I appreciate your respect, I would rather you sit up so that I can look and speak to you directly. Don’t kneel unless I say.”

Your eyes bounced up to his face before your body did, (e/c) circles buzzing with anticipation for his next orders. He met your gaze slyly, eyes locking with yours to monitor your steady movements, to make sure that you had listened. Then you were straightening your posture as fast as you could, hands clasped and posture pristine. 

He grinned when he noticed. You liked being told what to do by him. 

“Good,” he commended. “I heard you’ve been trying to get in contact with me face to face for quite some time now. Is that so?”

You nodded. “Yes, Master Geto. It’s true,” you affirmed politely.

The said man shifted his head, gaze mellowing at the sound of your well-mannered address. “I see. And what would it be that you seek?”

You opened your mouth to answer, brain scrambling to recall the speech that you had memorized for this very instance. You could feel a tremble in your clasped hands. You were so nervous, having been granted the chance to speak freely before Geto Suguru, the man who had promised to wipe your worries away to make space for a new world, free of torment, weakness, and curses. You owed him your entire life, your soul, your very being in return for his mercy. You wanted to be more for him, to be someone he could use or turn to when he needed, as a thank you for promising to change your life, but now as you stood before him while he awaited your wishes, you couldn’t think right.

“Well?” he pressed, and you gulped, looking off to the side.

“I…”

“I didn’t tell you to look away.”

You looked back up at him, panicked. His smile had relaxed itself as well as the muscles under his eyes, making him appear far more intimidating as he watched you intensely. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize. Continue.”

He was so bossy. Much bossier than he was when speaking to his followers as a whole. He was utilizing his power, his effect on you to his advantage, ensuring that you did not fail to remember his authority over you. 

And you were such a scared, compliant woman. He knew that whatever he ordered you to do, you would follow. He was sure you would have stabbed yourself in the heart with a sword if he had told you that it would make him happy, and it excited him. It thrilled him to think of just how subservient you were for him. 

You breathed in, body tingling in response to his control. “I just… I wanted to t-tell you face to face… how much you mean to me,” you began slowly, clearing your throat bashfully. Keeping your eyes locked on him as you spoke was far more difficult than you had previously thought it would be. 

His eye contact was so intense. His gaze pierced through you with no intention of moving, testing your commitment to his demand. You could feel your heart thrumming in your fingers, for his beauty was enough to knock you off of your feet and render you unconscious. 

Geto said nothing, expression serene and still. You couldn’t tell if he was judging you, criticizing your every word and movement. He was impossible to read, and it only made you more nervous under his stare. 

“Um…” you stammered. “I’ve… admired you ever since I heard about that incident years ago… with the village,” you confessed. “I hadn’t known who you were then, but I was amazed by how much bravery and strength it must have taken for you to do something like that… to defy what you were taught to fight back against the weak. Then when word spread of your name and your goal to cleanse the world of non-sorcerers, of cursed spirits, I knew I’d found a light at the end of the tunnel.”

Geto had heard countless praises of his strength in his time as a cult leader. Humans sniveling with gratitude, followers reaching for his hands and crying for his greatness, the fear of those intimidated by his prowess. He’d heard and seen it all, and he had grown rather numb to it, for his astonishing ego was inflated enough to put the size of the sun to shame. Those words had all blended into each other to sound just as pathetic as the last, only emphasizing his point that he was above most beings on this planet (when Gojo Satoru was not a part of the conversation). 

Even so, the way you were speaking and appearing to him now with such innocent, raw love in your eyes and your voice, that shy voice tenderly expressing your initial calling to his cause, had Geto subconsciously separating you from the rest. You were just as pathetic and helplessly bewitched by him as all the others, but there was something in your doe-like eyes and sugary tone that had him admittedly taken by you. 

In addition to your submissive nature, you had dressed up like a doll for him. Your floral sundress and daintily glossed lips complemented your demeanor well, bare legs smooth and shiny beneath the fabric. You were practically a present wrapped up for him at his doorstep, and he was sure that you had done so purposefully just for the sake of his aesthetic pleasure.

“You flatter me,” he hummed. “But I am now interested to hear what this ‘tunnel’ of yours is. What led you to me, then, hm? What hell have you seen?”

You were momentarily stunned by the question. “What… hell?”

“Many of my followers were lost souls who found their way under my lead. What have you come from?”

You pursed your lips, and Geto noticed that your eagerness to respond had dwindled. 

Flashes of your violent father, your absent mother, the faded scars, the burning touches, the snap that revealed your ability to manipulate and weaponize your cursed energy crossed your mind. Then the screams, the blood, the pure feeling of release. 

“Non-sorcerers,” you murmured shamefully. “They know how to wound even without jujutsu.”

The sage eyed man before you watched it all show itself on your face and how it slightly fell and he calmed. “That they do,” he agreed, slowly lifting his head and rising to his feet.

You watched him silently, his hands meeting the other within his robe’s large sleeves. You had never noticed how tall he was before.

“But, only because they don’t know how else to cope with their own weakness.”

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes,” he repeated, stepping down from his mat and approaching you slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat as he came closer, the temperature within your body rising. He stopped just a few feet before you, smiling gently. “Still, I’m not sure I understand what it is you want from me yet.”

You shivered, having never seen his face so clearly. His eyelashes were long, beautiful whisps and his milky skin smooth. His black gauges twinkled in the fluorescents of the soft light above, the floral shine of his wallpapers accentuating the glow. Gentle creases under his eyes showed from exhaustion or stress, and his shiny hair was so black it almost looked green. 

He was breathtaking. 

“It’s not what I want from you, Master Geto,” you revealed slowly. “You’ve already done so much for me… for all of us, I could never ask you for more.”

“Is that so?” he tilted his head. “Then why are you here?”

Your heart was in your throat now, banging against the barrier of your flesh and rattling your head. You couldn’t look away from his eyes, not even if you wanted to. “I’m here because… because I want to be… I want to do something for you.”

Geto’s brows lifted, his words kindling a thrill within him. “Oh?”

You were flushing, shifting on your feet again and twisting your fingers up in your hands. He found the sight all too amusing, all too invigorating. You had waited all this time just to see him and tell him that you wanted to submit even more to his will and to his desires. How much more perfect could you get?

“I wanted to… I… well…” your eyes flickered away just a moment, but it was long enough for Geto to catch.

He reached out a curved index finger from his sleeve, nudging it beneath your chin and guiding your eyes back to his. “Remember, keep your eyes up when you speak to me,” he reminded firmly yet kindly, as if the action itself were harmless.

You stammered, his touch sending shock waves running all down your body. His finger was just as soft as his tone of voice, his generosity boundless in his contact. You couldn’t believe that you were getting the chance to experience it for yourself.

“That’s better,” his arms crossed. “Go on, angel. What do you want to give me?”

Angel.

You could have passed out right then and there, dropped to his feet and kissed them graciously. So generous. That name he gave you was so generous. 

“I just- I know you have a secretary, and I’m sure she’s lovely, but if there’s anything that you need or any service that you’ve wanted, I would be so honored to be that for you,” you exhaled, eyes glimmering and cheeks warm. “I could give you my shikigami. You could use me as a pawn for any of your upcoming plans. I could run your errands. I could- I would do anything you want. I just want to repay you… I want to help you, I want to please you, as your devoted follower. If there’s anything. Anything at all,” you declared. 

Geto was smiling again, eyes tender and lidded as he listened to your begging. You were beautiful in such a way, standing before him and mustering up the courage to tell him that you were willing to put your life in his hands to make him happy. 

He liked you in this state. He liked you overall. You were a breathtaking woman, absolutely gorgeous, and you were even more so as you stared up at him pleadingly, just as he deemed you should have been. He decided this was what you were meant to do, what your state of being should have been chalked up to. How could it not have been, when you looked so lovely as a thing for him to play with, to take advantage of, to use?

You were so kindhearted, he hardly believed that you had experienced some kind of trauma to bring you to his cult as a curse user. You had been faithful to him for so long, since the beginning of his journey to higher power, in fact, yet you had lingered from afar, admiring quietly in the dark until now. 

You must have been tired of waiting, tired of keeping your appetite for his direct manipulation of you to yourself. You wanted him to see you, and he certainly did. 

He saw your soft (s/c) skin, the hint of your cleavage peeking out from the low neckline of your dress, the wobble in your legs as you grew weaker for him. You were precious, and his hunger for playing your little game was growing insatiable. 

You grew scared when he did not reply to your confession right away. He only continued to look at you, his expression still unreadable. Had you been too forward? Had you asked for something he was not willing to allow? Was he angry with you now? Would you be casted out for your boldness?

You knew you had been taking a risk by requesting to meet with him alone. You understood that whatever happened after you brought your proposal to him would be out of your control, for all you had wanted was the chance to bring it forward and to get your thoughts off your chest. You wanted him to at least know that you would always be there, as a follower, as an admirer, as his most devoted. You wanted him to see your face, at least, to be able to remember you if he needed to. Whether he rejected you or not was up to him, and though you would have understood if he were to turn you down, you feared his denial of you above all else. 

To your surprise and hope, however, he did not turn you away. 

There was a noticeable shift in his aura as he moved in closer. You held your breath, unsure of what was to happen next. 

“You want to… please me, is that it?” he asked for clarification, though he was fully aware of what you wanted.

He brushed past your shoulder, the fabric of his robes rubbing against your arm as his figure rounded yours. You froze in your spot, keeping your eyes and body facing forward. You could feel him at your side, moving behind you, crossing over. His feet padded lightly against the floorboards, the sound of his steps almost nonexistent. He carried himself so lightly, as if he were brushing by on a gentle gust of air, or as though he were the encapsulation of the breeze itself.

You were having a hard time figuring out a way to respond to him. Your mind was entirely too occupied with the awareness of his movements, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine clinging to his body and invading your senses. 

Just then, you suddenly noticed how private this room was. His secretary was nowhere to be found, and it was only getting later in the day as afternoon melded into early evening. Normally, Geto was surrounded by his cult members or clung to by Manami, but here and now, it was oddly empty. 

Your body twitched when you felt his warmth capturing the left side of your body. You could feel him hovering from behind you, stopping to bow himself close to the back of your ear. He was disrupting whatever line that had been drawn between his personal space and yours, and you weren’t sure why. 

The silence blared loudly as he leaned down to you. “Is that it?” he repeated lowly, words hitting the back of your neck enticingly. Goosebumps sprouted instantly across your neck, the hairs on your arm standing. 

You nodded, your voice small. “Yes.”

A hum vibrated through his chest, smile stretching into a smirk. “And what makes you think I need you to please me?” he grinned, leaning so that you could see a peak of his face peering over you. You craned your neck to look up at him, skin tingling once more. “Or that I don’t already have people to do that?”

“I don’t think that,” you whispered. “But I can be more.”

He clicked his teeth, eyes roaming over you shamelessly. That kindness you had seen moments before in his eyes had faded into something more carnal, more acute and greedy. His brows angled as well. 

“You’re so forward to be so shy.” He slipped a hand over your right shoulder, brushing your hair out of your way and moving it to your back. You tried your hardest to keep yourself together, for you were beginning to falter under his frequent contact. “What ‘more’ could you possibly be, angel? Hm?”

You felt fingers crawl their way over the fabricate of your hips faintly and your mind went blank. They inched forward, experimentally slithering over your waist. Your breathing grew heavy, lashes fluttering against your cheeks and brows curving in confusion. You did not even have the courage nor the capacity to question why his hands were suddenly sneaking up your waist, thumbs and palms soothing over the small of your back in slow circles. 

You looked down, catching a glimpse of his slender digits wrapping over you. “M-Master, Geto-”

“You know what I think, (Y/n)?” he interjected carelessly. “That is what you said your name was, right?”

Before you could confirm, he was latching his fingers into you and yanking you back into his chest. You gasped out, hands unclasping and arms hovering uncertainly in the air. 

“I think that you just want an excuse to touch me.”

“Master-” you stuttered, head tucked under his chin. You could feel every pattern in his breath against you, how calmly he breathed in and out, his sculpted abdominals making themselves known through the layers of your clothes and the contact against your back. Geto snaked his arms slowly around your waist, hands feeling over your stomach. “I’d never,” you spoke through a strained breath. 

The thought crossed your mind that he was testing you, pushing the boundaries to see if you would fold under pressure. You hadn’t believed Geto to be interested in mischief such as that prior to this meeting, but you assumed that any proud and successful leader would put the will of their followers to the test.

“Don’t lie to me, now,” he teased. “I can feel you easing into me.” His hands moved higher, over your abdomen and across your ribcage as he caressed the soft fabric of your dress. “You dressed all nice to see me, too. In this frilly little thing. You want something more from me, I can tell.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s not like that.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” he pressed, fingers ghosting over the outline of your breasts. You jolted, a whine catching in your throat as his other arm kept you secured to him.

“No,” you whined. 

“Then you admit it,” he hummed. “Or else you would have shown up wearing a bra.”

Your heart dropped. You hadn’t meant to make it appear as though you wanted to seduce him. While you had dressed up to make him happy, you had no idea that he would catch the fact that you actively and frequently chose not to wear bras. You hated to think that he believed you to have malicious intentions, especially when you thought so highly of him. Maybe this hadn’t been a test after all. Perhaps you had simply messed up. 

“Please, I didn’t mean to make you think that I-” the sweep of his lips over your neck stole the words from your mouth and your lips parted involuntarily as his hand carefully cupped around your clothed tit. You shook against him, guilt rising as you struggled to battle between your body’s immediate reaction to his touch and your mind’s disapproval.

Geto Suguru was your savior. He was more than a man or a curse user, he was your world. Your life. While thoughts of him in an intimate light had crossed your mind countless times, you kept those fantasies barricaded within the confines of your imagination. You respected Master Geto too much to put yourself in a promiscuous situation with him. You hardly even believed that he would engage in such activities so freely, and especially not with members of his following. 

You must have truly offended him to have inspired him to behave in such a way. How could you have been so foolish to allow your buried desires to show so easily? You had thought that you were behaving respectfully, but you had lied to yourself, and now at the expense of Geto’s composure. 

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, head rolling back as his lips met the shell of your ear softly, swiftly. This was so wrong, so wrong for you to have clumsily done. To have his godly hands upon you was a sin in itself, for you were hardly worthy of such a thing and you had thrown yourself at him, as Geto clearly showed you. 

You would never forgive yourself. Not only because you had placed him and yourself into this position, but because you could not bring yourself to pull away. 

“You should be,” he kissed your neck, a soft nip. His fingers searched the plush of your breast generously until they found your nipple. He grinned against your skin, pinching the bud of flesh gently, teasing it between the tips of his slender digits. You sucked in a breath, head rolling back onto his shoulder. “Now, would you look at that?”

“Please,” you whimpered, lips puckering forward. Your back arched against him, body writhing within his grasp. 

“You impede on my free time after months of pestering my poor secretary, all for you to selfishly make demands that would only, in the end, serve you,” he mumbled deviously, rolling over your nipple in a slow, gradual motion. 

You bit down on your lip, fighting against the mewls that were building up in your throat, seeking release. You were determined not to reveal yourself more than you already had, but the task was proving impossible. 

The thickness of the tips of his fingers massaging your tit sent an ache throbbing between your thighs. You pressed them together tightly, trying your best to keep your true desires concealed. 

His hand released your breast and moved over your neck, hands cradling your bottom jaw delicately. “How do you think that makes me feel?” he mumbled seductively into the crook of your neck, guiding your head over to the side. 

You trembled pathetically. “I’m sorry,” you apologized once more, body relaxing against him once his hand had moved from your chest. “I didn’t come to you for- for this. I really do want to be there for you.”

“Personally?”

You couldn’t deny him. “...Yes.”

“And you expect me not to think that you’re after sexual favors,” the dark haired man grumbled, pressing plush kisses to the back of your neck. 

“I-If that was what you asked of me, I would give it to you. If you let me,” you admitted, voice shaking as you spoke. He hummed in approval again, the sound rumbling against your skin deliciously. “But I’m here because I love you, Master Geto. I want my love to mean something.”

Geto lifted his head, looking over your shoulder to meet your eyes. “You love me.”

The phrase came out as a statement, wrapped in arrogance and lust yet somehow still with that hint of generosity pushing through, keeping you engaged with his manipulation. 

Your pupils blew wide, wet lips parting to affirm confidently. “Very much.”

He kept your gaze, and you felt his arm around your waist move. Your brows furrowed as the sensation of his hand sliding down your stomach and over your thighs melted your brain. You had believed your declaration to be enough to excuse your behavior, but you were proven wrong when his fingers reached for the bottom of your dress and danced their way over your thin panties.

Your eyes flew to find the sight in panic when he tapped his fingers against your cheek. “Don’t make me tell you to keep your eyes on me again,” he warned.

His fingers blindly pried your legs apart from each other, the strength in his single hand alone astonishing you. He had you drowning in his brown eyes, forcing you to rely on the unexpected touch of his fingers over your underwear. 

You could feel him swipe over your throbbing bundle of nerves, your underwear dampening in reaction to the very sensation. Your breaths picked up in pace, chest rising and falling under his touch. Geto’s smile stretched wider, eyes slimming into hazy vision. 

“You love me enough to let me do this?” His finger pressed down over your clit, the pressure sending waves of pleasure to your brain. You raised a finger to your teeth to hold back the moan you were choking over, but he caught your wrist before you could do so. “Hm, angel? Enough for this?”

Geto pressed his middle finger down with his index, lazily rubbing circles over your throbbing sex. A gentle moan broke past you against your wishes, settling into the silent atmosphere like an enthralling note of music. He ducked down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, his fingers curling over your clit in a dizzying rotation. 

Your lashes fluttered, dent between your brows pinching. 

“Answer me,” he demanded, and you were sap at his hands.

“Yes. S’much. Love you so much, you can do anything,” you exhaled desperately, hips bucking sharply up against his hand. “I’ll let you do anything.”

Geto grinned. 

He ripped his hand from your underwear, smoothing your dress back over your legs and lowering his hand from your jaw. You blinked weakly, mind trapped in a daze as he pulled away from you and stole the warmth along with him.

He turned over his shoulder, walking back over to his mat. You watched him in confusion, unstable on your own feet, wondering what had just happened. You stumbled before straightening yourself, looking up at him needily. 

Once he was settled back down by his bench, elbow propped up and legs sprawled out, he smiled kindly again. He looked as though nothing had just happened, as if he hadn’t touched you, kissed you, breathed you in so sensually.

You were lost, folding your trembling hands over your thighs in a feeble attempt to get yourself back together. Had it been a test after all?

“I like you,” he abruptly, yet casually, announced. You swallowed hard, nervous all over again. 

“...Thank you, Master Geto…”

“Since you waited all this time,” he started amiably, “I’ll grant your wish.”

Your face dropped, shocked joy overtaking you. “You will?”

“Of course, angel. How could I deny someone as devoted as you?”

A bright smile broke across your face, expression alit with pure happiness. “Thank you! Thank you, Master Geto,” you praised. “What is it I can do for you? How can I serve you?”

His lips stretched into a wide beam, brown eyes glinting with an inexplicable hunger. He patted his thigh twice, beckoning you over. “Come sit on my lap, and I’ll show you.”

[cloudwisp]

Gojo’s unwavering gaze never leaves you as he drinks up your existence—the way your curls fall past your shoulders, the spillage of your breasts over your pretty bra lined with lace, the curve of your waist and matching pair of panties that he’s itching to pull down with his canines. He swallows hard from where he’s propped on his elbows with his legs spread wide hanging over the edge of the bed, his uniform half messily undone and azure eyes glowing bright in the darkness with only the moonlight filtering the space.

“Mind helping me with this?” You utter softly, looking to the man standing close behind you while your fingers trace the strap on your opposite shoulder. Gojo almost forgets that you both aren’t alone when his best friend plants a light kiss just below your earlobe, his meticulous fingers trailing across your back to gently push your hair aside before his index hooks the elastic.

“With pleasure.” A smirk befalls Geto’s lips and he easily unclasps your bra singlehandedly that you catch in your hands before letting the garment fall gracefully to your feet. The warmth of his palm finds your hip once more but you place your smaller hand over his and guide it to the swell of your breast where he gives a breathy chuckle and squeezes tenderly. His thumb glides over the protruding bud, and it has Gojo mesmerized with want and desire to touch and feel and taste you with nothing but his mouth and tongue.

You can see the way Gojo’s cock throb uncontrollably in the constraints of his pants when you turn your attention back to him, and unbeknownst to you he was already collecting pre-cum beneath the layers. He grows more and more restless the longer he watches yours and Geto's drawn-out intimate acts to tease him with the way his fingers grip the sheets just a fraction.

“Leaving me out the fun, huh? How mean.” He complains, and his pouts always have a way of pulling at your heartstrings even though he doesn't actually mean it.

“Just don’t trust you to unhook my bra. Took you ten minutes the last time.” You tease playfully, climbing over him as you litter kisses up along his happy trail to his bare chest and the dip of his collarbones. He moans lowly when you press your mouth just at the pulse of his neck and his head falls back slightly, his hand finding the small of your back with his touch gliding over your spine in a gentle yet possessive manner. “But this… think you could do something about it?” You nod cutely to your panties with the flutter of your lashes and he thinks you’re just so damn adorable.

“Thought you’d never ask, angel.” Gojo’s face lights up with a grin, flipping you onto your back and his knee slides between your legs to gently part them so he can settle where he knows you want him most. He takes a moment to admire you underneath him, committing every curve and dip to his memory before he makes his descent to worship your gorgeous body by returning your kisses with a fervor of his own. When his lips press softly to your clothed clit, he can’t get enough of the lovely sound that escapes you and wants to know what else he hasn’t heard.

“So sensitive, aren’t you princess? I want to hear more of that pretty voice of yours.” He says, slowly pulling your panties down your thighs with his teeth to get a real taste of how perfectly sweet you are.

[chosai]

MESS UP MY HAIR! — SUGURU GETO.

tags. 18+ content (mdni) + cunnilingus

suguru absolutely adores having your fingers run across his long, raven locks; immediately melting into your gentle touches.

however, he loves it even more when you tug on his strands roughly, your body writhing, while his mouth carried out the most obscene ministrations on your sopping cunt; his ears being blessed with the needy whines and moans that leaves your trembling lips. every pull and every tug, it only excites him even more; it's the easiest way to get his composure to break, crumbling into smithereens. there is not a sight that ever could compare to the image of you looking so fucked out, your teary eyes clouded in lust as you succumbed yourself to pleasure, practically drowning in it.

it excites him to the core. seeing you like this, looking like a complete and utter mess as you desperately hang onto his silky mane, due to his fingers and mouth – it truly sparks something within him; shocks of arousal immediately rushing towards his dick.

you stare down at his face, his eyes meeting yours as he continues to leave a trail of saliva on your already sopping pussy; his gaze filled with lustful wanton.

"mmm, that's it baby. pull on my hair some more, yeah?"

he praises, his voice muffled against your clit. you can feel your mind going numb, your hips twitching at the onslaught of vibrations from his soft, yet baritone voice. complying to his words, you continue to play with his hair; your nails digging into his scalp as he begins to increase the fervour – his lips wrapping around your sensitive clit before sucking on it harshly, flicking his tongue against your bud in rapid motions.

suguru loves the way your body convulse from his manipulation – your cute reactions making him want to break you even more. he loves the way your legs immediately tenses around his face, the plush of your thighs squishing the sides of his head – a loud cry of his name leaving your lips as you come on his mouth.

oh, how he fucking loves it – a sudden rush of ardor overcoming him when he feels your fingers digging and pulling at his raven locks; his tongue immediately return to lapping on your juices, his mouth yet again creating another mess on your pretty cunt. suguru relishes in the way your breath shuddered out a needy moan, your thighs quivering around him once more as you tugged harder at his locks; eliciting a pretty groan that escaped his lips.

he's going to devour you whole.

© chosai — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works

[xyaehir]

guys, i just clocked.

imagine suguru geto with a short haired reader who always looks at his long hair with star eyes.

one day, they wonder how it would feel to have such long and luscious locks.

they sneak up on him while he was reading a book and (unsneakily but gently) grabs a handful of his hair and puts it on their head.

they adjust it, placing strands in specific areas to frame their face and make it look like they have long hair.

and suguru geto who would place his book down and watch them in amusement, chuckling to himself when his hair falls in front of their face and into their mouth, leaving them sputtering and hastily trying to get his hair out of their mouth.

TELL ME SOMEONE DIDNT POST THIS PLEASE I THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE WATCHING KUBZ SCOUTS 😭🙏

@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Can you do “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” With Sukuna and Geto

Hello! There's been a lot of requests for Sukuna this time round and hardly anything for Geto. Also, I tried, but I couldn't get a threesome to shake out for these two. “Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” --------

It was hard, finding time for intimacy ever since Suguru brought home the girls from the village. You loved them to bits but they took priority over everything else, and both of you were exhausted by the end of the day.

You look up from your book, comfy in bed as Suguru quietly shuts the door and sighs before crawling over to you and settling his head on your bosom. You stroke his beautiful black hair, admiring him as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"My poor baby," you coo at him as he cuddles into you.

"Thank you for not being mad when I brought them home." He mutters tiredly into your chest.

"How could I be? Those poor girls...I'd rather they're here with us than that awful place."

Suguru lays back on the bed, enjoying the coolness of the pillow, staring at the ceiling with glassy eyes. you know he's stressed, and curl up to him, softly kissing his neck. He appreciatively slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer.

"We haven't had a moment to ourselves, have we?" he asks as you nibble his collarbone. He lets out a breath and presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry Sugu." You lick the shell of his ear. "Let me take care of you." Your deft hands slip into the waistband of his sweatpants, tickling his thighs, before wrapping your fingers around his semi-hard cock. His breath hitches and he rests his cheek on top of your hair.

"Your hand is so soft," he growls softly.

"Just relax." You start stroking his length which hardens instantly, becoming engorged and leaky. You increase the pressure slightly and continue your ministrations, pleased when a moan leaves his lips.

“Staying quiet was never your strong suit, was it?” you tease. "You don't want to wake the girls."

He shoots you a look, then watches in shocked delight as you crawl down his body and tug his sweatpants and boxers down, releasing his erection from it's prison. You lick down the length, then with a slurp take him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, enjoying the veiny feel of it in your mouth.

Suguru grunts, his hips bucking weakly, his hands fisting your hair as he feels heat and tension gathering in his belly and balls. "Fuck..." he grits his teeth, trying to keep quiet.

You glance up at him under your lashes, seeing his flushed face, and know he's not going to last. It's been too long and he was overworked. You take as much of him as you can, mouth filled with him and with a soft moan, he cums in your mouth, salty ropes sliding down your throat as you swallow.

You wipe your mouth and clean up remnants of his cum before tucking him back into his boxers, coming up to snuggle against him.

"I'll take the girls in the morning. You sleep in."

"That sounds wonderful," he says groggily, before falling asleep holding you tightly.

[uzurakis]

me n lei was talking about suguru is the type to not really clean his facial hair to the roots, he would leave bits of rough stubble around his mouth and chin; he’s just hairy in general. his facial hair grows in a rapid speed and every time you saw him with a razor in hand, stop him! omg he’d take the advantage of his unclean shave to mess with you, like purposely diving in more when kissing cause it’s going to prick you! and he likes it when you’re annoyed! and and you think it’s hot either way!

[winterxwolf22]

Favourite cult leader

[meshiinuma]

pool day

relationship: poly sashisu x reader

desc: it's your mission to keep your lifeguard date mates company while they perform their duties at the pool

wrd cnt: 3.6k

warnings: fluff !!, thats it !!!

a(shley's)/n: this is mostly 4 me bcuz i got my nostril pierced n now i CANT GO UNDERWATER . I ONLY WENT 2 THE POOL ONCE THIS SUMMER AUGHHHHH and i bought some rlly cute swimsuits 2 :[[[ sighhhhh ill resign myself 2 being above water i suppose also the song suguru is humming later is paikea by patea maori club

‘fwee!’

at the sound of the sharp whistle of the lifeguard, you stop.

“no running.” she calls out to you, smugness tinging her tone.

you look up to see shoko sitting at the top of the tall lifeguard chair. she has her sunglasses low on the bridge of her nose, staring you down with a salacious look in her deep dark brown eyes.

“and no food by the pool.” with a pout, you lean on one of the white bases of the high chair and suck at your blue raspberry popsicle.

“this is a dictatorship.” you finally say after slurping out enough flavor to satisfy you for the time being.

“shame.” shoko pulls off her sunglasses and gets a good look at you from your spot underneath the huge red shade attached to the back of her chair, her blindingly white shirt dulled underneath the shadow. if you looked close enough, you could see her black bikini bottoms peeking out.

she tucks some of her hair behind her ear, you thought it was growing out quite nicely. you didn’t say that though. you actually just chomped off the discolored part of the popsicle, pure ice melting on your tongue.

sigh “i don’t know why all three of you decided to sign up for lifeguarding, now i’m all alone, burning. slowly infecting myself with skin cancer…!” your girlfriend chuckles at your dramatic declaration. 

“you know we need some cash, just surviving off of satoru’s trust fund isn’t enough. plus, you have your own job.” shoko reasons, her attention slipping from you briefly so she could switch off her water proof alarm, beeping to remind her to switch out guard posts.

“that pays more too…” you mumbled and licked up a stray droplet about to fall onto the concrete. out of the corner of your eye, you see shoko stop for a moment and stare at the pink muscle work it’s way up the rocket-shaped dessert.

to suck more sugar out of the ice, you take the popsicle fully into your mouth and slowly pull it out with a pop.

by now, shoko was down from her post and smacked you lightly on the shoulder, “in public?” judging by her grin and the little flush across her cheeks, she didn’t care.

“as if you, satoru, and suguru don’t do worse, hm?” you leaned forward with a teasing grin, close enough to give her a little peck with your blue stained lips.

she giggled at the ticklish feeling of your lips brushing against her soft cheek and pushed you away when you bit into it lightly, “okay, okay. there’s kids around, you know that?” she drawls, but still gives you a kiss and nip on your bottom lip back.

the two of you are interrupted by two pairs of feet leisurely strolling down the side of the pool, one voice greeting you and your girlfriend loudly.

you look up to see the last half to your heart approaching, one in a lifeguard tank top and the other shirtless, both have bright red swim trunks on.

“hi baby! hi my darling shoko!” satoru jogs up and gives you a wet kiss on your lips, more spit than lip action. he repeats the action with his girlfriend. she splutters and gently shoves him away.

“you’re like a dog, slobbering everywhere…” shoko leans up to peck him on the forehead, cradling his head like she did yours.

suguru comes up behind satoru and leans over him to give you a kiss on the cheek, deciding to save his more overt affection for later.

once shoko and satoru separate, suguru leans over shoko and gives her a kiss on the top of her head. she reciprocates with a kiss to his jaw while satoru bounds up the lifeguard chair and settles into place with his rescue tube.

when they pulled away, you admired the way they stared at each other. the love they had was palpable. you smiled involuntarily and licked at your popsicle.

they pulled apart when the manager of the pool speed walked by with a bark of an order, “ieiri! to your station! geto! back to making rounds around the pool!” 

there was always something bothering him. shoko just rolled her eyes and waved goodbye to her partners, leisurely walking to her next lifeguard post at a farther end of the pool.

satoru brushed your shoulder closest to him with the end of his crocs, “hey.” you looked up to see his own sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, a silly grin on his face, “can’t eat near the pool.” just like a little puppy dog, he tilted his head to the side and let out a huff of air like a laugh.

in response, you stared up at him with sultry eyes as you tossed whatever was left of the popsicle around your tongue. when you bit of the last of the ice, you slowly pulled the stick while maintaining eye contact.

satoru’s face turned red and his beautiful ocean blues widened. he whipped his head to the side and mumbled, “shut up…” you giggled and slapped his exposed calf, moving towards suguru.

internally, you were giggling and screaming and kicking your legs. suguru was just the type to make anyone shy and flustered, even if he was a big softie on the inside. outwardly, you were coy and sly, “hey, big boy.” at your approach, suguru cupped his hand on the side of your head and granted you the privilege of one of his soft lipped smiles.

“hi,” he fiddled with some of your hair, then perked up.

“oh!” he leaned down to the white plumeria bushes lining the pool fence and plucked one with a long stem. your boyfriend turned back to you, still waiting patiently, and slipped it behind your left ear. after he secured it, he kissed the shell of your left ear, “thought of you after i saw them.” suguru whispered, sending giddy shivers down your spine at the thought of taking up space in someone’s mind.

when he pulled away, a lovely grin split your face almost in two and you bashfully looked away, carefully cupping the flower decorating your ear.

“wh-hey!” you and suguru turned to satoru, who had a grumpy look on his face at the affection you were receiving.

“aw, do you want one too satoru?” before he could answer, you were already making your way towards the bushels of flowers.

your fingers danced around tons of white petaled, yellow centered flowers until you found the one with the brightest center. just like your sun.

you plucked it happily, with ample room on the stem so you could tuck it behind his left ear, and bounded over to the lifeguard chair he was sat at.

“i have something for you!” you singsonged, holding the pretty flower behind your back.

satoru gasped as if he didn’t just watch you pluck from the flower bushes, “for me? i couldn’t possibly imagine what it could be!”

shyly, you stepped up to the first step of the chair and held out the flower. like a dog offering something for its beloved owner.

your other boyfriends hands cupped the petals, making sure not to crumple them, “oh…thank you baby…” he looked up at you, love and adoration crowding his eyes, “i love it,” and he moved to take it from you, but you slipped it away at the last second, “nuh-uh! I’ll put it on for you, then i know it’ll look perfect. a perfect flower for my perfect baby.” 

bright red exploded across the pale cheeks of your boyfriend as you stuck the wooden popsicle stick in your mouth and gently turned his head so you could slip the flower behind his left ear, “i’m your perfect baby?” he asked.

when you finished, you turned his head back to you to get a good look at him, “my most perfect, most loveliest, smartest baby.”

satoru looked beautiful.

he does everyday, but the delicate flower added a more gentle touch to him. something that distanced him from the cold winter beauty he was born with. made him more suited for the bright blue of the pool in the full swing of summer.

you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, “you’re so beautiful satoru.” you spoke around the stick in your mouth. suguru came up next to you and leaned on the side of the chair, looking up at satoru with reverence shining in his fox eyes.

“you really are beautiful…” he trailed off and satoru got flustered all over again, jutting his wet pink bottom lip out with a shy smile.

“thanks…” your white haired lover turned back to you and suguru, something more down to earth twisting his lips up, “you guys are pretty beautiful too, even more than me.” he chuckled as you ruffled the top of his head (careful not to jostle the plumeria out).

“alright you charmer, weaseling your way into our hearts,” you smacked his bare pec and got down from the chair, going back to the flowers blooming and making the whole area smell so sweet, yet spicy with undertones of cinnamon.

another flower made it’s way into your hands, but this one was a bright blush pink with a spot of yellow in the middle. 

suguru’s intense. he burns with love and care for everything that could ever be cared about. passionate. he craves happiness on the inside. for as long as you’ve known him, he’s always been pursuing joy to complete him. you hope he feels complete around you, satoru, and shoko.

“turn around and crouch down a little.” suguru follows obediently with a hum and lets you part his bun so you could safely tuck the little flower into his top knot. when done, you move his hair out of the way so you could peck the nape of his neck.

at the brush of your lips against him, he shudders and jerks away with a chuckle, “alright, calm down, you can do that later.” you just rolled your eyes.

when looking at suguru head on, the little bit of intense pink poked out behind him. it just added more to his thin and refined features, crafted with light and precise strokes of a brush.

your thumb reached up to swipe at a droplet of sweat starting to run down his forehead, “have you been putting sunscreen on?” your head whipped around to satoru, “both of you?” 

“sir yes sir!” satoru saluted while you and suguru chuckled. satoru has sensitive skin that burns easy, and his refusal to put a shirt on only heightens the chances of him coming home peeling and burnt to a crisp. suguru needs sunscreen less, but he still cares for the health of his skin. that doesn’t stop him from coming home a few shades darker and having tan lines from his work clothes.

you kissed suguru’s cheek and went over to the lifeguard chair that satoru was at, already waiting with his head ducked.

“good. now i’m gonna go give one to shoko,” you plucked a completely white flower from the bushes and started towards where shoko was seated, “make sure not to slack off!” you called out behind you as you threw away the popsicle stick in a trashcan.

satoru and suguru just waved goodbye to you, sporting mischievous grins.

the stem of the flower twirled between your fingers while your mind wandered off to your girlfriend.

smart shoko. smart, beautiful, trusting, obsessively clean shoko. you sighed wistfully at the memory of her forcing suguru out of the pool last summer after he got his nipples pierced, citing the insane amount of germs floating around in a pool, even if they were sanitized with chlorine. if someone was drowning in front of shoko, you don’t think she’d jump in and get them herself.

your feet slowed once they approached the base of the lifeguard chair, “hello lovely girlfriend of mine.” you cooed, reaching for her hand resting on the armrest of the chair.

“why hello to you to, light of my life, fire of my loins.” her hand went to caress you from the top of your head to the bottom of your chin, “i thought we were in public, sho-ko.” you teased and moved to stand in front of the lifeguard chair.

“sorry babe, just can’t resist myself around you.” she chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever now get over here, i have something for you.” you stood on the first step of the lifeguard chair, still twirling the plumeria in your hand.

“oh? i’d love to see it.” she drawled, offering her head to you.

judging by her nonchalant reaction, she had seen the interaction between her partners.

with tender hands, you tucked the flower behind her left ear and secured it as best as you could. when you were done, your hand slid down to her jaw and brought her head up to face you.

“you look really good, shoko.” you had to restrain yourself from pouring your heart out, or she’d shrink away (a habit you, satoru, and suguru were trying to break). in reality, she looked more than good. she looked stunning. the pure white flower mellowed her out, adding some contrast to her lightly tanned skin and brunette hair. it complimented her faint freckles too, giving the perfect image of a beautiful island dwelling twenty-something woman who spent all her time by the shore.

but you couldn’t say any of that. you just leaned in and kissed her cheek, “like, really good.” 

she flushed a light pink and tucked her stray hair back, “thanks, you look good too.” you couldn’t hold yourself back, you have the most amazing woman in the world and you weren’t going to waste time saving your words for the right time. you could die tomorrow and shoko would never know how beautiful you think she is.

“pretty girl shoko.” a kiss to her jaw, “smart girl shoko.” a kiss to her forehead, “my most amazing girl shoko.” a kiss to the tip of her nose.

your (future wife) girlfriend giggled and pushed you away lightly, looking away so you wouldn’t see her chill facade break at your insistence to love on her, “okay! okay, i get it…”

“anything interesting happen while i was gone?” you hum and turn shoko back to you as she fans herself with a baseball cap satoru slapped onto her head before they left the house for their shift.

“well,” she swallowed and finally looked back at you, “i watched a bird, like, dive for someone's ice cream and take a whole chunk out of it. it kinda looked like a crow and later i saw this lady with a weird braid surrounded by crows.” you leaned against the armrest of the lifeguard chair as she regaled you with more tales of the pool, “and then i saw these two kids, one of them had pink hair and the other had a bob, push this other kid that looked like a sea urchin-”

“how could you say that about a child shoko!” you gasped dramatically, “this is an injustice to all children in the world!” she just flicked your forehead and continued, undisturbed.

“anyway, they pushed the kid in and when he got out he chased them with his service dogs.”

“did you tell them to stop running?” amusement filled your voice, “nope.” she popped the p and settled back into her chair.

“oh, so you’re just targeting me then? how rude.” your fists went to your hips and she just pushed her (you’re pretty sure those are satoru’s, if you were to judge by the expensive luxury brand on the arm) sunglasses up the bridge of her nose, “yup.” 

before you could retort back, the pool manager passed by and barked out another order, “no distractions ieiri! back to work!” and he speed walked past, yelling at other employees as he went.

shoko rolled her eyes and you sighed, “i’ll see you at lunch, yeah?” and you pecked her on the lips.

“yeah, see ya’.” she said after you pulled away and made your way to the many slides at the pool.

for the next hour, you went down all of the slides twice, did some sick tricks on the diving boards, and raided the snack bar for free popsicles and ice cream bars (through all of this, you placed the plumeria safely in your pool bag. you retrieved it when you got sick of the water and pruney fingers, choosing to stay on land for a bit).

the pool lets lifeguards go for lunch during adult swim, so when they call for everyone under eighteen to get out, you happily make your way to the little cluster of circle benches in the food court.

you spot shoko and satoru in the far corner, shaded by a large tree and having an animated conversation.

as you approach, you start to hear bits and pieces of their conversation and pick up on the agitated tone in shoko’s reply, “dude, it’s not even going to happen there’s zero chance of that, so i have no clue why you think i’m the best person to ask for that answer.” satoru sighs, “it’s a hypothetical question, shoko! it’s not going to happen! but if it did happen i’d have to think about it!”

“what are you thinking about? i didn’t even know you could do that, satoru.” you take a seat at the bench next to shoko. satoru opens his mouth to speak, then stops, “hey…” you waved him off, “what were you talking about, though?”

“if it’s ethical to fuck my clone.”

…

“oh.” you blink at him, “well. hm.” you pause, mulling the question over in your mind, “i think we need suguru for that one.” swiveling your head around, you look for him, “where is he, anyway?”

“in the snack bar.” shoko replies, turning back to satoru to comment on the absurdity of his question as you rise to get your boyfriend.

suguru is standing in front of the soda machine, getting some cola in a to go cup and singing under his breath, “uie mai koia, whakahuatie ake…” but stops when you shove your face into his (actually really sweaty, gross) back and wrap your arms around his waist.

“oh! hi baby,” his big hand goes to hold your arm as you listen to him fill up another cup with soda. you pull away pretty fast once you couldn’t take the face-full of stink coming from his semi-drenched tank top. you didn’t blame him, today was one of the hottest days of the month.

“i’m almost done here, can you get our lunch from the fridge?” like the loving and amazing partner you are, you grab the bright yellow lunch box with tons of zippers, the baby blue and gray square lunch box, and the green tiffin box covered with a dark forest green handkerchief. from the freezer compartment, you grab an ice cream bar for yourself.

when you turn around, you see suguru waiting for you with three to go cups filled with various drinks and one heat insulating thermos in his hands, “got everything?” and he tilts his head in that adorable way that makes his bang swish a little and it fills you with the urge to dote over him and pinch his cheeks.

you push down the urge, “yeah!” and follow him out the door.

suguru places down everyone's drink first and you put down lunch boxes immediately afterwards. shoko’s tiffin, satoru’s box, and suguru’s lunch box that could qualify as a mini satchel.

you sit down afterwards and unwrap your ice cream bar, taking a big bite out of it first thing. shoko opens her tiffin and starts to snack from the top compartment filled with shrimp chips. satoru opens his box and unwraps a soft baked dessert, sinking his teeth into it once it was sufficiently out of its casing. suguru doesn’t unzip his own until he sees everyone has started eating, but as he moves to open his lunch he stops and narrows his eyes at you.

“is that all you’ve been eating today?” he accuses you in the middle of your bite of vanilla goodness.

“yesh.” you reply, mouth full of the cold dessert.

suguru pouts and says your name in the way you would when you’re mildly disappointed in someone, “you have to eat something with actual substance!” he declares as he opens his lunch box fully and pulls out something wrapped.

“well maybe you shouldn’t tell me you guys have too much frozen stuff and then give me the key to the snack bar!” you retort after swallowing.

your boyfriend just rolls his eyes and places a wrapped and square object in front of you, “here. since i know you don’t eat anything that’ll keep you full when you’re here.” you reach across the table to give satoru your ice cream bar (so he can have a bite, at this point it’s become instinctual to give him a little bit of your dessert when he’s around) and unwrap the object.

you gasp at what’s inside.

“a sandwich? for me?” you coo and take a bite of the mediterranean sandwich you saw him prep that morning, you just didn’t know he was making another one for you.

“thank you, sugu!” and you peck him on the cheek for his chivalrous activity.

he just looks away bashfully and opens up his thermos to take a sip from the hot tea he brewed that morning.

happily, you gobble down the sandwich made just for you as conversation leisurely flows through the table. sometimes you pick off one of shoko’s spring rolls, satoru’s oreos, or sips of suguru’s tea. none of them mind, willing to give anything to you. their lover. light of their lives.

you were just content. happy to be covered in chlorine water, eyes stinging a bit, and sating your ravenous hunger. here, with your lovers and the scent of sweet and spicy filling the air.