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[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

It is so fucking funny how i get so many people infodumping their own version of geto in a teacher au all the while i sincerely do not care

This man is hot but im not interested in thinking about him too deeply, as opposed to what you might think. Most of my brain space is taken by the fact that in the second half of the next patch hsr has aventurine and i crave this loser carnally

[nyan-bynary]

Forever in love with characters whose entire existence boils down to being a tool in the story for more important characters' development, especially if everything they do is their desperate attempt at having any sort of agency

[sutorus]

THE GRUDGE PROFESSOR!GETO for KINKTOBER 2023!

DESCRIPTION: everybody loves professor geto, and judging by the thousands of viewers you get on every live, a lot of people love you, too. but you and professor geto hate each other. you’ve had enough of his humiliation rituals, and decide to do something about it.

PAIRING: mean professor!geto x student!reader

WC: 5.3k i am an unstoppable beast

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. fem reader, afab reader, teacher/student dynamic! adult age gap! (reader is in college, unspecified age), sw/camgirl!reader (don’t like don’t read! no shaming 😤), strong language, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, baby, angel, darling), reader calling geto "sir", unprotected relations, creampie, afab reader and terms

A/N: this switches between povs a lot so i hope that’s okay or at least readable lol! also i set out to write him so much meaner but he’s just kind of a simp... enjoy?

reblogs are very much appreciated i'll uwu for u :pleading eyes emoji:

it is said that those who cannot do, teach. 

geto suguru could have done many things. he had the brains, the muscles, the features, the traits. the ambition to succeed in any field he desired. satoru says in a world ruled by the strong there is no place for humility. 

but humility is not why suguru became a teacher. neither is ineptitude. no, he’d become a teacher because it was the right thing to do. 

to use his gifts to help shape new generations, help unlock potentials long dorment and buried deep under years of a lackluster schooling system. geto suguru prided himself, above all, in being a righteous man. 

but japan’s most upstanding citizen for 28 years in a row held a shameful secret. a secret in the shape of you. 

he saw the darkest sides of himself on your face (eyebrows scrunched, eyes shut tightly, jaw slack as you—), your voice (higher in pitch with desperate moans that sound almost scared on the brink of your—), your body (taut and plump in all the right places, glistening with sweat, bouncing up and down on a—). 

when you walked into his classroom that fateful day, the world tilted on its axis. his first thought was, fuck, then, it can’t be, then, most embarrassing of all, i’ll finally find out what she smells like. 

(he did, when you went up to his desk to hand over your test. a whiff of vanilla, argon oil shampoo. too sweet, too youthful. and he’d watched you leave, tennis skirt flowing like a water lily, dick already chubby in his pants.)

it was slowly starting to consume him.

the first time you spoke in class, he knew he hadn’t been mistaken. it was really you. the cute, slutty girl he’d been milking his cock to for the better part of a year. 

god, when you finally said his name. you would never in your wildest dreams think that he’d been imagining those words coming out of your mouth, of him coming out of your mouth, dripping out of you, all over you—

he was losing it. this was not like him. this was never supposed to happen, and he has to put an end to it. 

everybody knew of geto suguru, the prodigy professor. already getting a phd despite not even being 30, handling the administrative slack for the department while managing office hours every day of the week, promoting student events, helping organize spirit weeks and charity drives. 

everything he did, he did for others. those not as capable as him — which was most people. in other words, it was really, really hard to hate him. 

but you damn well managed to. 

and to think you were excited to take his class. everybody told you to run, not walk, to sign up for his twentieth-century Japanese philosophy chair. 

“oh, professor geto is just the best,” they’d said. “he makes it sound so interesting and engaging, he gives the most life changing assignments, he really cares about us.”

bullshit. 

the first time you stepped into that classroom, suspiciously full for a philosophy class, you felt a shift in the air almost immediately. 

and sure enough, professor geto suguru was eyeing you down like he’d just seen a ghost. it made you self conscious, like he’d taken one look at you and decided right then and there you were too dumb for the class. 

it made your blood boil. sure, you stood out a little bit from the actual philosophy majors, but that doesn’t mean he gets to judge you. he literally doesn’t know you!

but fine, first impressions are tricky like that. for all you knew, you could’ve been misjudging him right there. 

however, with each passing day, you grew more and more assured in your suspicions.

you knew the man had it out for you, always calling on you to answer when he knew you weren’t paying attention, never grading your papers above a B even though you did everything right, somehow managing to fucking avoid you during his excessive office hours. 

his looks were almost the most infuriating part of it.

his beautiful face constantly set in that nonchalant look, his big veiny hands always gesticulating, his huge fucking arms straining the fabric of those dress shirts, his ear gauges and man bun contrasting the prim and proper image the rest of him conveyed. 

under different circumstances, he’d make your mouth water. under different circumstances, you’d imagine him going down on you all night long, singing praise about how good you taste and how tight you are. 

but in this timeline, you absolutely loathed him. and he loathed you too. why? you didn’t know. 

but you knew for a fact that it was personal. 

“i don’t care,” megumi said around a mouthful of meatball, cutting your monologue short. “i’m not doing it.”

you sigh, melting into your chair. “megumi. please. i am literally begging you, i just need some hard evidence so i can go report his ass.”

he eyes you curiously. “report him for what?”

“i don’t know. bullying? sexism? whatever the hell his problem is,” you pick at your food, huffing in annoyance. 

“you’re overthinking it,” megumi replies, dismissively. 

“okay, how about this,” you lean forward, putting an elbow on the table. “if you write the assignment for me, i’ll get your dog that expensive halloween costume you’ve been wanting.”

megumi lifts an eyebrow. 

“you need to get one for each,” he says simply. 

you grin. “deal.”

suguru really does give it his all to make your life with him a living hell. pulls out all the stops, years of friendship with gojo satoru paying off as he comes up with ploy after ploy to get you to drop his class. 

it feels bad, being mean to you. but for the hidden, twisted parts of him, it feels delicious. 

watching you huff and puff, all hot and bothered when he corrects your answers on the spot. watching you nibble on your pen at the increasingly difficult exams he hands out. letting himself wonder if you missed a stream this week because you were too busy cramming for a make up test. 

he knows he’s pushing you to your limit, and even if there’s some sort of sick satisfaction in seeing you so agitated at his hands when it’s usually the other way around, he doesn’t enjoy upsetting you. 

the problem is, suguru knows it’s either he gets his shit together or he continues tormenting you, and, well. 

the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so weak. 

he knows it’s getting worse, too, because he’s not infatuated by you only when you’re undressing on his screen, or all dolled up in class. 

when you tie your hair up in a ponytail, when you suck on a hangnail, when you lick your thumb to erase a smudge on your paper… all of it drives him wild. 

he can’t teach with a permanent half chub anymore. this has to end, one way or another. 

you sit down in front of your computer, adjusting the camera before turning it on. soon, viewers start trickling in, little dings notifying you of their messages. 

you smile, waving at the screen. 

“hi everyone! i know i’m a little bit late today, i hope you can forgive me…” your eyes scan the chat, giggling at the compliments. “‘you look tired, sad face’, ah. i’m sorry. i guess i’ve been a little stressed lately.”

your robe falls over your shoulder as you readjust your position. a few donations come in, accompanied by supportive messages.

“you guys are so nice. it’s not a big deal, it’s just this dude giving me a hard time at college.” 

you absentmindedly trace your collarbones, reading what your viewers are saying. 

“you’ll kill him for me? that’s so sweet,” you joke. “nah, it’s not a student. it’s a professor. exactly, ynlover444, a grown ass man picking on me!”

you sigh deeply, allowing your body to finally unwind and relax on your chair. you prop a knee up against the armrest, giving your viewers a little peek in between your legs. you’re wearing one of your favorite sets, trying to get in the mood after the week you’ve had. 

“ugh, sometimes i wish i could just…” you suck in a breath, clenching your hand into a fist before releasing it. “sit on his face and get him to shut up, you know?”

you laugh at the countless me firsts that flood the chat, bringing a finger to your lip. 

“anyway! enough about that horrible man,” you reach beside you to grab a box your viewers know all too well by now. “let’s get to the fun stuff, shall we?”

as always, satoru is no help. 

“why don’t you just fuck her?” he asks, eyebrows arching above his sunglasses. “ya gotta just fuck her.”

suguru clears his throat before taking a drag of his cigarette. “i’m not fucking a student.”

satoru shrugs. “everybody does it. besides, you basically already do.” 

suguru wonders, not for the first time, why he ever told his friend about his situation. about your streams, that he’d stumbled upon randomly and innocently and had gotten instantly hooked, about you barging into his classroom like an angel at hell’s gates, about you you you you, everything about you. 

“that won’t fix anything.”

satoru clicks his tongue, swirling his soda inside the can.

“poor, naive suguru. did you not just tell me about what she said on her stream?" and yes, regrettably, suguru had told him. "it’ll fix everything.”

suguru doesn’t even let himself consider it, except he does.

at this point it’s no secret that he’s thought about being inside you, but now that you’re here it’s just too real and too risky and completely fucking wrong. 

it goes against the entire life he’s built for himself. 

he’s lost. he wants you so fucking bad, wants you close, wants you so far away, wants to ravage you and never have to see you again. 

it’s fight or flight. if he got you alone, it could go either way, he realizes that. 

suguru wonders what part of him will win by the end of all of this. 

your heels clack on the linoleum floor of the hallway as you approach professor geto’s classroom, megumi’s graded paper clutched tightly against your chest. 

the thing about megumi is that he's a star student. he’s never gotten anything below an A on any of his essays, makes the dean’s list every year, tutors his seniors. so the big, bright B- on the page tells you everything you need to know. 

damn right it’s personal. 

you don’t even bother knocking, slamming the door open while still trying to contain your indignation. 

geto is sitting at his desk, piles of papers sprawled on top. he has his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows and a surprised look on his face that would be cute if you didn’t want to slap it right off. 

he says your last name like he’d been expecting you all his life.

“to what do i owe the pleasure?”

your jaw clenches as you take a few loud steps towards him. you slam megumi’s paper down on his desk, leaning over. 

“professor geto, i demand an explanation. a real one, this time.”

the man takes a deep breath, lips twisting disapprovingly. he smoothes the paper over.

“as i already explained in my notes right here, the structure is fine, but i couldn’t help but miss a more in-depth analysis of the four nodal concerns of philosophy that we talked about in class, such as—“

“no,” you interrupt. “just no. you know you’re bullshitting me and i’m sick of it. this paper deserved an A!”

“miss—“

“what’s your problem with me?” you spit out. your eyes finally meet and there’s nothing in geto’s that could answer your question. your chest is heaving, lips wobbling and hands shaking, trying to contain your anger. 

geto clears his throat, visibly uncomfortable. “like i said, your paper could’ve used a bit more—“

“no it fucking couldn’t have, because it’s not my fucking paper, it’s fushiguro’s fucking paper and the only reason you gave it a B is because i was the one who handed it in!”

he sits up, straightening his posture.

geto sounds austere when he asks, “do you realize how much trouble this could be for both of you if i reported it?”

you can’t believe this man. he’s been picking on you the entire semester and when you finally confront him about it this is what he chooses to focus on. 

“are you fucking kidding me?” that earns you a stern look from him, eyebrow raising taller than that fucking high horse he sits on. “professor geto. what did i ever do to you?”

there must be something earnest in your voice because geto sighs, getting up from his chair. 

he walks until he’s standing in front of you, leaning against his desk and crossing his feet. 

“do i bother you?” is all he says. it surprises you. 

you jut your chin out. “as a matter of fact, you do.”

the man hums. 

“i bet that’s really difficult for you,” he speaks like he’s sympathetic, like he understands. he sounds almost sheepish when he says, “i bet sometimes you wish i would just shut up.”

you blink rapidly. “no, it’s not like that. it might shock you but i genuinely do enjoy your class, it’s just that—“

“or maybe you wish you could shut me up,” he continues, ignoring you. “maybe going as far as to say that you could… sit on my face to get me to shut up.” 

your mouth goes dry.

before your brain can fully process the shift in the atmosphere or the fact that your professor is maybe possibly hitting on you, you realize where those words are coming from. 

it’s what you said. about him. on stream. right before fucking yourself on your hot pink dildo. 

you can’t speak, can barely even look in his general direction. 

you had really thought things couldn’t get any worse. had barged into his office with nothing to lose, almost hoping he would cordially invite you to remove yourself from his class permanently. 

but now? now you have no idea what’s going to happen to you. 

“i…” you start, the words dying in your throat. geto chuckles, crossing his fat fucking muscly arms across his chest. 

he says your name, low and syrupy. “is it true? you’d like to?”

you can feel your face flush hot in embarrassment, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other, wishing desperately that you’d never walked into his classroom. 

you have half the mind to apologize to him, right now.

“it’s just a figure of speech,” you try. geto clicks his tongue. 

“what a shame.”

your wide eyes shoot up and meet his. “w-what?”

he smiles sweetly. 

“it’s a peace offering. you can take it, or we can forget you ever said anything,” and isn’t he just so slimey, actually, when he’s the one who brought it up. he had said it, and now… 

now you can finally allow yourself to look at him.

those delicious, broad shoulders, the ever-present bored look, the stubborn fringe that falls out of his bun. 

you could so easily forget what you came here for. 

“so, like, a truce?” you ask, taking a daring step forward. geto nods, uncrossing his arms. “and you stop treating me like i’m fucking dumb?”

he tilts his head. “i think you’re a very smart young lady. determined. entrepreneurial…”

“geto—“

“professor geto,” he corrects you, hands reaching out to graze your hips. “you’re intelligent. i just like to push my students.”

you both know that’s a lie, but it’s okay, because now you know exactly why you got under his skin and it makes your own burn. 

you run a hand down the line of buttons on the front of his shirt, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“then… push me, professor.”

it’s so incredibly lame, the porn line you hit him with, but to your surprise it works, a low groan rumbling deep in geto’s chest. 

he swiftly closes the distance between the two of you, grabbing both sides of your face and crashing your lips together. 

it’s ravenous, the way geto dips his tongue inside when you gasp in surprise. you moan against his mouth, slipping a leg in between his two. 

he’s half hard already when he rubs up against your thigh. 

geto picks you up with ease and sets you down on his desk, and it’s so fucking cliché, the papers crinkling under your weight, the pens clattering to the floor. but it turns you on beyond belief. 

you share a few open mouthed kisses, an exchange of tongue and moans and hot breaths between your lips. 

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit that you've fantasized about it before. a silly idea, at first, something you'd just blurted out mid-stream.

but that little seed had been planted, and when you got yourself off that night, you might've imagined for a moment that it was your mean professor's cock squeezed tight inside you, making you come undone.

geto slips his hands under your skirt, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer to him. you line up your crotch with his, moving your hips in tight little circles that make the both of you groan. 

his fingers are tugging your underwear down, down, the soft patch sticking to your gooey cunt. he lets the soaked fabric dangle from your ankle, grazing the back of his knuckles on your core. 

“mmm, fuck,” geto breaks the kiss, swallowing. his pretty lips are flushed and shiny, parted around his panted breaths. “you always get this wet or am i special?”

he’s smirking, the bastard, leaning back in to kiss your neck.

god, you smell so good, like lotion and perfume and sunshine and sin. 

“shouldn’t you know?” you sneak your fingers up into his bun, pushing your chest against him. he works his lips expertly on your skin, using just the right amount of teeth, of pressure.

geto hums against your neck, kissing a line up to your jaw. he snakes a hand under your skirt, thumb pressing down hard to rub on your clit, two fingers slipping inside. 

you immediately clench, a soft, drawn out mewl leaving your lips. 

the slide of his fingers against your walls send a chill down your spine, filling you up so perfectly. you feel the thin skin at your opening stretch around him, burning at the friction as his fingers plunge in and out of you. 

“god, look at that,” he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls the hem of your skirt up. “do you hear that, baby? so fucking wet for me.”

you whine, hands cupping his jaw so you can kiss him again. 

“please…” you mumble against his lips. “more…”

you wonder how much of what you can say he's heard before, which exact words have left your lips and sent him over the edge. it makes you self conscious, oddly, like he can see right through you.

not-so-kindly ignoring your request, geto removes his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth.

you watch as his eyelids flutter in pleasure, a hum rumbling low in his throat. 

he looks so good like this, just edible.

you pull him in for a kiss before he can, relishing in the surprised little noise he lets out. your knees are wobbling, feet dangling from your seat as you taste yourself on his tongue. 

he swallows your moan hungrily, forearms trembling with the need to hold back.

geto knows this is wrong, so wrong on so many levels, puts both your positions in jeopardy, it makes him feel perverted and primal and so fucking alive. 

he’s been watching you fuck yourself on those silly toys for god knows how long now, knows every spot that makes your hips buck, knows exactly how to make you cream like a debased slut around a cock. 

it should feel unfair, how easy it’s going to be for him to make you cum, only if it weren’t for the fact that your mere presence is enough to get him hard as fucking diamonds. 

“tastes good, huh?” he whispers, thumb caressing your chin. you nod, smiling devilishly. 

“tastes better on your tongue, prof.” 

geto groans low like a starved animal, holding your throat in his hand with a loose grip. he’s overwhelmed, that much shows, not knowing what to do with you or where to start. but there’s one thing he’s sure of. 

he presses one last kiss to your spit-slick lips before dropping to his knees. 

you can hardly believe it. sulky, big bad bully professor geto suguru on his knees for you. you prop a foot up on his desk, your sole skidding on a piece of paper. 

“scoot closer, please,” he asks, cordial even like this. you bring your ass to the edge of the desk, your dripping pussy hovering over his face. 

he looks so good under you, hair already disheveled, a delicious tent in his tailored pants. 

you tuck the hem of your skirt into the waistline so you can watch as he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning like he’s fucking relieved. 

you throw your head back, fingers buried in his silky hair as geto’s fingers find their way back inside. 

he fucks them in and out of you lazily, pushing out strings of slick. geto slurps it all up, spreading your wetness all over your clit and sucking it back in his mouth. 

god, his cock is straining in his pants but he doesn’t dare touch it, can’t until he’s inside you. you taste like fucking heaven, like all his fantasies, like he always knew you would. 

you’re whining softly, bucking your hips into his face almost shyly, as to disrupt his pace.

you sound so much better in person, although he can’t wait to have you moaning into his ear without needing the headphones. 

“god, this perfect pussy,” geto mumbles into you, his breathing labored. he runs a thumb all over your cunt, gliding it over your soaked lips. “been dreaming about it for so long.”

“yeah?” you ask. “tell me. tell me how you stroke your cock to me every night.”

and every night might be overselling it. geto is a busy man. 

but your words do make him realize that no girl he’s had since he found your stream has satisfied him quite like you do. your flirty smile, your moans, the way they sometimes turn into uncontained giggles as you stuff your pretty cunt with a dildo. 

so he tells you, blush spreading across his cheeks. 

“fuck, i do,” he tongues your clit, tracing lazy circles. “i do. just look what you do to me.“

and there it is, that cheeky, slutty giggle, directed at something he said this time. 

he takes his fingers out, spreading your opening with both thumbs as he licks you all over. 

geto gulps, tongue dipping inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth, sliding down to your entrance, every clench of your pussy pushing out more and more slick for him. no one's ever eaten you out as thoroughly as this.

“oh, fuck, sir,” it slips out casually, the way it would were you talking to any other professor. but given the circumstances, you revel in the deep moan geto buries into your cunt. 

you trap your lips between your teeth to keep anything else from tumbling out, but it’s useless.

“please, sir, i’m so close—so close just keep doing that, yeah just like that—“

“fuck,” he mumbles, pulling away to suck in a desperate breath. then, “fuck,” sultrier, right into your core. 

you grind against his face, finding purchase in his hair as a final few flicks of his tongue push you right into the crest of a mind-numbing orgasm.

it’s so good, so much better than when you're alone. the friction so perfect, his long, thick fingers plugging you up last minute to viciously fuck into you. 

“god…,” you breathe out, legs trembling as he runs his hands up your thighs. 

his chin is glistening, bubbles of spit and cum gathering in the corner of his mouth. he looks so good like this, like he was meant to please you and nothing else. 

geto feels like a fucking teenager, so goddamn close to busting in his pants at the sight of you. his dick hurts, balls tight and the head throbbing where it’s tucked into his underwear. 

“please, sweetheart,” he can’t hold himself back any longer, slick fingers already undoing his belt. 

you get to work on his zipper, pulling his pants down along with his underwear and damn. 

you figured he was big. he was a tall man, broad shoulders, shoes the size of a yacht, and the bulge in his trousers was a pretty good indication. but it couldn’t have prepared you for the sheer size of him. 

longer than it is thick, cleanly shaven, pretty veins and ridges and standing angry red in attention. god, you want it inside you. 

he notices you looking. 

“do you need more prep? i can—“

“no, fuck no, suguru, need it inside me now,” you wrap a hand around him and he hisses, caging you in with his arms on the desk. 

he huffs out a laugh, blowing the fringe framing his face. “what happened to sir?”

you kiss down his jaw, squeezing right below his tip. 

“sorry, sir,” you say against his ear. “are you going to punish me for my slip up?”

geto groans, pulling on your hair hard and making you face him. 

“take your shirt off for me,” he instructs, and you obey, maneuvering around his tight grip on the back of your head. 

his spirit is so unbreakable.

here you are, teasing him, coaxing him to rough you up, push you around, relieve both your frustrations properly once and for all, but he’s just so… adoring, and hungry, and just so irrevocably into you, and you find out that’s so much better. 

geto relents his hold on you to unclasp your bra, cupping your breasts and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you whine, caressing his hair. 

“so fucking perfect,” he massages your tits, looking mesmerized. 

“yeah? they haven’t gotten old to you yet?”

he laughs, so cute, and you can barely remember that just hours ago you hated the sight of him. you stroke his cock up and down, squeezing harder at the tip trying to milk all that delicious pre he’s been wasting on the inside of his boxers. 

“no, f-fuck—never gonna get old,” he pushes your boobs against each other, imagining his cock sliding in between them, his balls nestled underneath, his load blown all over your pretty face—

fuck, he’s gonna cum if he keeps going like this. 

he rips your hand away from him, ignoring your knowing smirk and pushing his tongue into your mouth. 

“i’m gonna fuck you now, okay, sweetheart?” you moan, nodding, shimmying your hips so he can have the perfect angle. 

a big hand clasps your thigh to wrap your leg around his hips as his tip pokes around your entrance.

you’re whining in anticipation, clenching around nothing, nails clawing his clothed back. 

when he slips in, it feels like coming home. you’re like warm honey around him, cunt pushing him out but clinging to him at the same time, with every stroke. it’s fucking maddening. 

“ahh, g-god, sir, ‘s too big—“ you swallow around the lump in your throat, feeling the tip of his cock in your guts. 

he’s huffing, concentrated, bullying his cock into you inch by inch with shallow thrusts until he finally bottoms out. 

“fuuuuck, angel,” he grips your waist with both hands, like he could just fuck you up and down his length if he wanted to. “took me so well, look at that.”

you do, dropping your heavy head to look at where you’re connected. you clench around him and he whines, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. 

the metal legs of the desk skid on the floor, papers and pens raining down to the floor as geto starts roughly plunging in and out of you. 

you let out little ah, ah, ahs in time with his strokes, the ache deep in your stomach finally starting to fade. 

“f-fuck, you’re gonna—topple us over, suguru, go easy—“

“can’t,” he chokes out, wheezing as he pushes his cock in as far as it can go. 

he gives shallow little thrusts, his length straining the fine skin at your entrance so good, hitting a spot inside you over and over that makes your head spin. 

your fingers twist into the back of his shirt, pulling him in to whine right into his ear.

he’s so big, stretching you out so thin that you feel every ridge and vein, can feel both your heartbeats inside your cunt. 

“ohhhhh fuck, fuck sir, please please touch me—“

he grabs your ass before you can even finish your sentence and presses you flush against his hips. 

geto’s tip is kissing your cervix now, his balls sticky and creamy against your ass, your clit grinding against his pubic bone as his thrusts violently shake the both of you. 

“fuck, wanna do it so fucking loud but i can’t, we can’t, what if someone walks in—“

you moan wantonly at his words, expecting to be chided, but geto seems to love it despite his worries because his cock kicks deliciously inside of you.

“look how loud you’re being, listen to yourself,” he grunts out, the belt pooled around his feet clanging with every stroke, the absolutely lewd squelches from your pussy resonating in the entire classroom. 

you two sound so good together, better than you’ve ever had, better than he could’ve ever imagined. 

“so loud, so wet on this cock,” he spits out, sweaty strands of hair sticking to his forehead. “do those toys make you feel this good? this full? answer me.” 

“hahh, n-no, no one but you,” you can’t think straight, head thrown back in pleasure and eyes squeezed shut. “only you, sir.”

geto whines like he’s aching, pounding into you mercilessly and making a mess under the two of you. 

“fuck yeah, that’s right. i’m making you feel good, baby?”

“mm-hm,” you mumble, tongue lolling out. geto's going so hard now, has you pressed up so tight against him, body caging you in, fucking every breath and thought right out of you. “close.”

“yeah?” he speeds up his effort slightly, and you’re sure he’s going to have desk-edge shaped bruises on his thighs tomorrow. “gonna cum on my cock? cream all over me?”

you let out a long, drawn out whine, tits bouncing up and down with the force of geto’s thrusts. 

“let me see your face when you cum, darling,” he cups the back of your neck, breathing hard through his nose. “keep your eyes on me. that’s right, sweetie, so good, you’re doing so good.”

you preen at the praise, feeling suddenly self conscious with the man's laser focus attention on you. 

you coo out little noises, growing in desperation, holding onto his biceps for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you. 

your pull him into you closer and rub your clit against him, grinding helplessly as your orgasm creeps closer and closer. 

the moment you open your eyes and meet his hungry ones, you’re cumming. your walls spasm around him, making the glide of his dick impossibly wetter with your release. 

geto chokes on a sound, his cock hostage of your pussy’s vice-like grip as your greedy cunt milks him for all he's got. 

“f-fuck, baby, look so pretty when you cum, always look so fucking sexy so fucking perfect that you’re gonna make me bust, i’m gonna cum for you god gonna cum inside, gonna blow my load all deep inside this pussy—“ 

it’s the most desperate he’s ever sounded, speaking through clenched teeth and a soaked mouth. you moan in return, letting him use you. 

he slams his forehead down your shoulder when he thrusts once, twice, three times and cums, his balls drawing up so tight that it hurts. he fucks it into you with shallow thrusts, panting, almost wheezing in pleasure. 

it feels like it lasts forever, his orgasm. like all of the blood in his body goes straight to his balls to push out the thickest, most satisfying nut of his life into the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

you feel it fill you up so good, hear it, too, squelching and sticking to both of you. 

geto’s body slumps against yours and you stay like that for a while, catching your breaths. there’s cum sliding out of you, down his balls, onto some poor student’s essay you have your ass on top of. 

when he pulls out of you, he takes a beat to watch it spill out of you some more, his face and chest red, his smile groggy. 

“god, this,” geto has to fight the urge to say thank you for letting him fuck your brains out. he swallows. 

“yeah,” you blink away the haze, feeling sore and fucked out. “this.”

“…is probably going to happen again, right?”

he knows it shouldn’t. he knows it will.

maybe both parts of geto can learn to coexist.  

you grin, touching the tip of your tongue to his lips. 

“well, i still haven’t made good on that promise of sitting on your face, have i?” 

the next morning, in class, the students erupt in happiness at the news that professor geto had an accident that ended up ruining most of last week’s graded papers he had in his possession. 

so he decided to give everyone an A for their troubles. 

and finally, finally, there was peace in the world.

[xxsabitoxx]

Where JJK Men Are Sensitive

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Yuji, Megumi

Warnings: all characters are 18+, this is a smut headcanon post with various levels of lewd-content lol, proceed with caution... or not, I don't judge. I mean I'm the one who wrote it so...

A/N: tried a different style than how I did this with the Hashira lol. Thank you all for blowing up my "How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0" post! I was and still am absolutely floored with how quickly y'all blew it up!

Satoru Gojo

Satoru doesn’t tell you where he is sensitive because he wants you to figure it out through “exploration”. Given the fact that he is the Satoru Gojo, you jump on the offer to spend hours learning every inch of his body. You make a whole day out of it really, and it goes without saying that your endeavor was very, very successful. Sensitive and ticklish run a very thin line for Satoru and it is a line that is very easily blurred. Your first discovery was that he has a very sensitive neck. Something as small as your hands cupping the back of it was enough to have Satoru shivering in your embrace, whining a little into the kiss. You learned very quickly that one of his greatest weaknesses is your lips on his pulse, leaving faint bruises where you sucked. As your exploration continued, you found that Satoru was very reactive when you touched his chest. More specifically, you hadn’t expected him to moan the way he did when your tongue ran across his nipple by mistake. The noise that escaped him, paired with the visible twitch of his dick was enough for you to take the other between your thumb and pointer finger and pinch. The third discovery was that Satoru has particularly sensitive balls. Yep, that’s right, his fucking balls. You had given him head before, but you had never dared to touch him there since you weren’t sure how he would react. Since this was a “free-for-all” as Satoru put it, you gingerly cupped him and watched the way his jaw clenched. Your eyes were glued to his face as you massaged them, alternating your pressure to see how far you could take it before pleasure pushed the line and turned into pain. Turns out, they are sensitive but durable and well… he doesn’t mind if you’re a bit rough with him from time to time (all the time). 

Suguru Geto

Suguru refuses to let you figure out where he is sensitive until you catch him off guard one night and bind his wrists. Of course he can easily get out of them but he’s interested in indulging you because you look too damn cute when you think you’ve won. You’re pretty upfront with him about what you intend to do, which only makes him a little antsy as your fingers nimbly undo the rest of his clothing while you remain in nothing but his t-shirt. Suguru isn’t quite used to the roles being reversed but he’ll give it a try for you. The first sensitive point on his body that you discover is his ears, and it’s not because of his gauges. You actually avoid his earlobes all together, instead catching him by surprise as you sink your teeth into the shell of his ear. This earns a reaction neither of you expected, a low groan that vibrates his chest as you alternate the pressure of your nibbling before pulling away. Suguru’s cheeks are red now as you continue to explore various points on him, his dick painfully hard and sitting proudly against his abdomen as you work. The next spot is actually his sides, your fingernails scraping them has his body shivering in response. It seems some of Suguru’s sensitivity resides in the most random places, because you didn’t quite envision yourself laughing as you grazed your teeth down his side before biting softly and watching his back arch. By the time you reach his waist, Suguru is red in the face and panting, precum oozing steadily out of his tip and resting on his abdomen. He’s looking at you with blown out pupils, quietly begging you to touch him where it really “matters”, to which you shake your head. Suguru’s thighs are his other weakness, which you kind of figured since he always gets very fidgety when you sit on his lap or grind on it.

Kento Nanami

Nanami is a tough man to break down, but over the years you have located a few of his weak points. One of Nanami’s major weaknesses is his jaw/neck, more specifically when you’re kissing and sucking and biting there. There is something about the sensual drag of your teeth on his skin that has his composure dissolving. You know this of course, so you use it to get your way when Nanami is being a little too stubborn for his own good. This neck sensitivity goes a little further though, something as simple as adjusting his tie or fixing his collar will have Nanami shivering from your touch. You found another weak spot by mistake, turns out Nanami is rather ticklish when it comes to his Stomach. You had been riding him, initially placing your hands behind you on his legs to hold yourself as your hips rose and fell. But your back was getting sore and the angle was starting to get tiring, so you slowed and pushed yourself forward rather than leaning back. The moment your hands made contact with Nanami’s abs, he was gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. You initially thought you had hurt him by pressing down on him, but that worried thought disappeared the moment he gasped out for you to “not move” when you started to pull your hands away. You started paying a little more attention to his stomach shortly after that, just because you enjoyed the way he squirmed and fell apart. Unknown to you still is the fact that Nanami’s nipples are very sensitive. He keeps it hidden because he is utterly mortified by how turned on he gets from it. Even if your hand ghosts over them, even if he’s still fully dressed, the feeling has his face turning a deep shade of red. He knows if you figure this out, you’ll go out of your way to touch him there regardless of where you both are, and he just knows he won’t be able to stop the heat from flooding his face. 

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is pretty damn adamant that he has no “weak spots”. That’s up until your hand rests on the back of his slutty ass, tiny waist and he’s crumbling at the feeling. Something about your fingers on his skin has Toji losing his train of thought, he’ll stop mid-sentence if he feels your hands on his waist. Maybe it’s because of how intimate that one touch is, especially when you’re the one grabbing his waist and he’s not the one grabbing yours. Shiu likes to give Toji a funny look if you do this while in his presence, it’s typically one Toji ignores. To continue this “men with sensitive nipples” agenda I got going on, Toji will be putty in your hands the moment your lips wrap around one of his nipples. He’s utterly shameless when you start sucking and biting his chest, moaning and groaning while his hips buck into the air. You are mindful of how you straddle him solely because you don’t want to give him any sort of relief when you toy with him, hence his restless hips meeting empty air rather than your own. Toji’s rather embarrassed by how sensitive the head of his dick is, especially when you’re giving him head. Even the smallest of touches, the quickest tug, even the gentlest lick, will have his jaw going slack. You’re just as cruel as he is sometimes, deciding to focus all of your attention on the tip of his cock just to watch him struggle to clench his slack-jaw to try and hide his noises. You’ll have him coming in no time at all, making sure to be relentless in your teasing after the fact because he can be just as relentless with you when roles are reversed. A bonus spot is his balls, because why the fuck wouldn’t they be. He’s desperate to keep that one a secret but you are too damn observant to get anything by.

Sukuna Ryomen

Sukuna, sensitive? Nah, no fucking way. He is the only man on this list that can confidently say he doesn’t have a single point on his body that will have him crumbling if you touch it. The thing with Sukuna is that he will not let you have enough freedom to roam his body. You are his, but he is not yours. That’s not to say he’ll turn you down if you start sucking and kissing his jaw and neck, the gentle scrape of your teeth certainly do something to ease the tension in his shoulders. But that definitely doesn’t mean those spots are sensitive, nope, not even a little. Sukuna’s hips definitely don’t falter when you grind against his pubic bone while he has you stuffed to the brim with his cock. Oh and he absolutely can’t stand it when your nails rake his shoulders, specifically between his shoulder blades. The king of curses himself has NO weak points, I mean really he doesn’t. There is nothing you can do to get the curse to submit to you, and that’s just the facts. Sukuna definitely doesn’t groan when you do any of these things, he definitely doesn’t utter your name in a deep, warning rumble as you try and fuck with him. And he most definitely does not enjoy when you litter his skin with your own bite marks… just warning ya~

Yuta Okkotsu

Where isn’t this man sensitive? Yuta is pretty embarrassed about how easily he can fall apart under your touch, especially when you are holding his hips while you kiss him. Something about the way your fingers dig into his skin, as if trying to keep him close while he has his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Like he’ll disappear if you let him go, fuck it just get’s him going. Depending on where you are, Yuta will likely have you pinned to the wall the moment he feels your hands desperately clawing at his hips. You found out pretty quickly that Yuta’s hip sensitivity spreads down to his thighs. The moment your back hits the wall, Yuta is shamelessly shoving his leg between your thighs, spreading them for him as his knee hits the wall and his thigh is slotted snuggle against your heat. Yuta’s noises are relentless as your hips grind down on his thigh, the muscles tensing under your movements and only adding to the shared pleasure of it. You realize pretty fast that Yuta enjoys marking you, but that he also enjoys being marked. That goes hand in hand with his numerous sensitive spots. One time you actually bit his shoulder and he swore he could have come, completely untouched, right then and there. You’ll have his eyes nearly crossing if you rake your nails along his back, the stimulation your sex offers him paired with the ticklish/scratchy stimulation of your nails on his skin is enough to have him sobbing. Yuta will absolutely lose his mind if you bite his neck too, he gets off to being covered in your love bites. That being said, Yuta’s dick is just as sensitive, if not more sensitive than the rest of his body. When you first started having sex, you would tease him by saying you need to fuck more often so he can build his tolerance. Not that you mind having multiple short rounds, especially since he makes sure you cum Every. Single. Time. 

Yuji Itadori

Bless this man, he’s so touch starved that it’s impossible for him to not get the chills whenever you touch him. Yuji’s beyond sensitive, especially when it comes to your touch. Some of his most sensitive spots are actually pretty random and sometimes very specific. For example, just below his ear, that spot on your head where your jaw ends and your ear lobe nearly meet. You kissed him there once, a kiss placed among many, but that was the one spot that had him breathing out, begging you to do it again. So you did, kissing intently and sucking a bruise there until Yuji’s fingers were nearly bruising your waist. You learned his body pretty fast, finding that his chest was pretty sensitive as well, earning you pretty noises every time you so much as ran a finger down his sternum. He doesn’t particularly enjoy his nipples being toyed with roughly, that’s one area that’s more painful-sensitive rather than pleasurable-sensitive. But he doesn’t mind if you kiss them or lick them gently. He’s all for massages, especially when you have him on his stomach, your hands kneading the muscular flesh of his back until he’s shamelessly groaning as you work out the tense knots. But nothing could have prepared him for the pleasure your hands brought him when you began massaging the small of his back. It was enough to turn his groans into moans, goosebumps erupting over his flesh as he shivered uncontrollably. You listened to him, following the instructions he cried out for you to not stop, noticing the way he was grinding his hips into the mattress below you. The sight had been so lewd that you couldn’t make yourself stop even if you tried, dying to see how it all played out, dying to see if he’d make himself cum. Yuji adores it when you run your hands all over him, the feathery light, ticklish touches are enough to make his lips buck, cock twitching violently as he waits for you to do more to him. 

Megumi Fushiguro

Oh Megumi…Megumi Megumi Megumi. He takes after his fathers, not willing to admit he has any weak spots but also willing to let you try and find them. Contradictory but either way, you’re eager to know how to make the typically stoic man crumble. It came as a shock when you figured out one of his sensitive points within thirty seconds of climbing into his lap. Megumi’s thighs are very sensitive, even from something as simple as your weight settling on them. It also helps that the heat from your covered sex can be felt through the material of his clothes, your closeness only making it more apparent. You’ll use this information against him later on, especially on nights where you just want to get him worked up. Turns out Megumi’s neck is pretty ticklish, the mix of your soft lips and hair as well as your teeth gently grazing him is intoxicating. Megumi finds himself struggling to stifle his noises as you mark his neck up with as many love bites and bruises as you can before his self restraint runs thin and he gives up on this whole “locate the weak spots” endeavor. Did I mention he takes after his fathers, cause he does. Megumi is mortified by this fact, but his balls are pretty damn sensitive. After an hour of making out and letting you feel him up, you finally reward him for his patience and give him head. He’d rather your sex but he’s too damn worked up to care at the moment, and your mouth is fucking perfect anyways. So, given that he’s let you have more leeway in the last hour than he has during any other of your sexual encounters, you take the liberty of cupping his sac as you wrap your lips around his tip. You nearly choked when he almost immediately spilled into your mouth, the hour of teasing had worked him up more than either of you anticipated and he had no strength left to mentally prepare for you doing something as bold as that. 

[onismdaydream]

tw: afab reader, fingering, sex in a public place (they don't get caught), pet names, not proofread

note: i asked what i should write the other day and @papersirens said suguru and then this happened so yeah :3

"look at that guy over by the bar."

suguru hums, you can feel the faint rumble of his chest on your back, and turns his gaze towards the direction you're facing. "the one in the red?"

"no, no, three people to the left of him. he's wearing that flashy chain. you see him?"

"what about him?" your boyfriend hooks his chin over your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your stomach pulling you ever so closer.

"he just struck out with this one girl, must've said something real bad because she threw her drink at him. see how his shirt is wet?"

"mhm."

"well, now he's talking to that blonde girl and i'm pretty sure that she's friends with the first one because they came in together."

it's common, at this point, that whenever there's some sort of outing with your friend group, you and suguru find yourselves tucked away in the quietest corner you can find. you'd much rather people watch than quite possibly make a fool out of yourself and suguru didn't mind the change of pace it provides. nursing drinks and pointing out the interesting things people did was plenty entertaining in your opinion.

"and," you continue, grateful that the music isn't as loud over here and you don't have to strain your vocal cords to be heard. "i think he's about to blow it here, too."

almost as if on cue, the girl tosses the remainder of her drink at his face and storms off, leaving the man alone and rejected once again. he grabs some napkins from the bar counter, wiping at his face and grumbling, before he walks off towards the bathroom. you would feel bad for him, but you have a feeling that he deserved it.

"looks like you were right." suguru chuckles, his arms loosening around you and allowing him to run his hands along your sides slowly. you can practically hear the smirk that pulls at his lips.

"you should know by now that i often am."

"then tell me, angel," his voice drops, his head turning so his mouth ghosts along the shell of your ear. "you think people can see us?"

suguru's hands drift lower, one squeezing at the fat of your hip and the other skirting dangerously close to the edge of your dress. a shiver runs down your spine, anticipation coursing through your veins as his fingers grazes against your skin.

"suguru," you whisper, your own hands reaching out to rest on his. you don't stop him, don't pull him away, don't want him to pull away.

"i don't think they can." he answers for you, his hand slips under your hem and your legs spread for him on instinct. humming softly in approval, he presses a tender kiss to your jaw. "only way they'll know is if you make noise. but you can be quiet, right? be good for me?"

his fingers tease you, sliding up and down your slit through your underwear. you're already wet, the dampness soaking through the thin fabric and you'd be a lot more embarrassed if it didn't earn you that throaty groan from suguru.

"you like this, hm?" rubbing at your clit to draw a quiet moan out of you, he nips at your neck, a sharp pinch that makes you arch into his touch. "better be quiet, baby. don't wanna draw attention to us."

"don't," your breath hitches, his fingers sliding underneath the band of your panties, touching you. "don't tease, suguru."

he must take pity on you, on your desperate state, because the next moment, he's properly fingering you and your head falls back against him, mouth open as you gasp at the sensation. if anyone were to look over, one glance at your fucked out expression and they would know, but your corner is secluded enough. suguru wouldn't risk you getting caught — he didn't want anyone else to see you like this. this sight, your face scrunching in pleasure and chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, was his and his alone to savor.

long and dexterous fingers prod at that spongy spot inside you, slick wetness coating them so there's no resistance. it's hard to stay composed when the heel of his palm grinds against your swollen clit. he can tell you're getting close, the little whines and the way you're clenching around him pointing towards your inevitable release.

"cum on my fingers, angel."

and you do. you would do anything he says, follow him everywhere and anywhere, so long as he gives the word.

his cock throbs in his pants, you can feel the hardness of his length against your body, but he doesn't pay any attention to it. his focus is on you.

"so pretty." he whispers, almost to himself as he admires you, your beauty that he could never tire of. he waits a moment, allowing you to regain yourself before pulling his fingers out. your slick and cum web between his digits, making them shine even in the low light.

suguru places them in his mouth, groaning at the taste of you, tongue swirling around to get every bit of your essence. you watch in awe and arousal, your core thrumming with another wave of desire.

"we're going home." suguru smoothes out your dress before pulling you with him. "gonna make you come on my tongue next."

[nkogneatho]

"𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔" - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐍

—cw: gn!reader, tooth rotting fluff, smoking in geto's, suggestive

—wc: 1k+ #Tip me here

—a/n: Tell me what your favorite one. Scn=scenarios. not proofread.

#mlist #whoreclub #liawot smau #taglist

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

Satoru has a very strong obsession with sweet things. You were surprised how your boyfriend not had diabetes yet.

"Aren't you worried that your teeth might fall off?" you questioned him, as soon as you came out of the sweet shop with a white polythin bag in your hand. You went to buy him the mochi he likes so much, as a result of losing your bet.

"Don't worry. You know I am the strongest. So is my teeth, baby" You rolled your eyes at the comment. It was annoying enough that you lost the bet, and he was now just getting on your nerves acting like a hotshot. Your mind couldn't help but wonder how he would act if you mess with him. Taking a step forward to the sidewalk, you left your boyfriend behind. He followed you like a puppy as he always does. Toru noticed the noise of plastic wrapper. When he skipped two steps ahead to face you, what he saw was you chewing his desert.

"Hey!" he frowned cutely.

"Quite tasty," a subtle smile on your face, internally laughing at his reaction. Oh but you were stupid. You really thought he would let this go? Your boyfriend scanned you for a minute and then—

*kiss*

He caught your lips, tasting the faint relish of the chocolate syrup on your lips. He pulled back after a few seconds, leaving your body stunned on the sidewalk.

"You were right, baby. It is quite tasty." You were taken aback. You never new your first kiss with him would be like this.

"Toru wha—"

"In fact, I love it. I think I wanna taste more." You couldn't help but blush at the suggestion.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

Geto never shared his cigarettes with anyone. But with you, it was different.

"Ugh, this is the worst," you groan in frustration.

"Chill out. You can cover it up by the next month," suguru comforted you. He lit up the cig and took a whiff.

"But how can they just ignore all my presentations? I think they were pretty amazing. Don't you think they were amazing?" you looked at him in hopes he'll take your side. He did.

"Okay first of all, it was surreal, sweetheart. And second of all, forget about it because your lovely lovely boyfriend is here," you laugh to which he shoots you a confused look. "What? am I not lovely?" He probably didn't get that you were laughing because how cute he sounded. Not because he wasn't lovely. He was. He was the loveliest matter of fact. Suguru pouts and looks away, taking another drag.

"ah fuck it. Gimme that." You take the cig from his hand. You can feel the tip slightly wet. "We are indirectly kissing haha," you laugh, eyes closed to smoke it. When your hands fall down with cig, you could feel a body moving closer, and a set of lips locking with yours. The bitter-cold taste of mint tobacco flavor on your tongue. When you opened your eyes, Suguru had already taken the cigarette from your hand, which completely when unnoticed by you. Maybe you were too busy feeling his lips.

"Indirect kiss, my ass. I want to kiss you directly. Ya got that?" He is adorable, getting pressed over some unserious thing you said.

"Got it. My lovely boyfriend.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Toji was straight forward. He didn't like beating around the bush. But when it came to you, he suddenly became a highschool teenage girl from a rom com who's so nervous that she unknowingly comes off mean to her love interest.

You found it adorable. The little things he did subconsciously that you found so adorable. You remember once you told him how you found sausages cut in octopus shape cute. So now you caught him making the same cuts, while he cooks breakfast for you, in his apartment.

"Wow. A grown scary looking man making cute shaped breakfast. Aren't you too old for that?"

"Shut up, babe. Ya know they're f'you. D'ya want me to poison them?" He shot a glare to you.

"Meanie," you frowned. You took a step to the stove, watching the sunny side up egg turning into an eclipse in the pan. "Uhm, Chef Toji," you called. "Your eggs are burning." You watched him place the knife on the chopping board, hastily rushing over towards the stove, turning it off. Toji sighed. But he heard someone laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Aw, aren't you a adorable little thing," you wiped away the tear from all the laugh. "It's hard to believe you're an assassin." You looked over at the counter with the octopus sausages, so perfectly cut. "Only good with blades, are you?"

The smile on your face slowly started fading as you found the big hunky man moving closer and close to you until there was no step for you to take back. Until your back hit the wooden cupboard. Toji ran his emerald iris on your lips. But before you could hide them away from him, biting it in, he captured them. Toji pushed his tongue past your lips, making your legs jelly.

"Not just blades, 'm also good with ma' lips." The attitude you had earlier, evaporated all of a sudden. Toji leaned to your side. "Wanna see what else 'm awesome at?" he whispered in your ears, totally making you lose your usual smug self.

—Reblog for part 2 🤍 :)

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[zeltqz]

I CAN WAIT

ex-classmates!gojo & geto x fem!reader word count. 3.1k content. threesome, spitroasting, fuckboy!gojo, pining geto suguru, established relationship wtih gojo, slight angst

author's note: JJK MANGA SPOILERS -> wondering if geto didn't die if gojo's personality would've stayed the same from hidden inventory....hm. 🤔🤔🤔anyway, so I made the decision for myself. FUCKBOY ADULT GOJO FTW 🗣🗣

“ Suguru .”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember her?” Satoru has been smiling down at his phone for the last ten minutes, scouring your Instagram feed, double tapping each and every photo that has you in a skimpy outfit, suggestive pose, or both. 

Distracted, Suguru makes a faint noise of agreement, clearly not caring enough to give Gojo his full attention, rather focusing on digging through his desk drawers to find the paperwork Yaga was asking for.

Satoru picks up on his best friend's lack of interest in the topic, clicks his tongue and holds his phone out. “Suguru. Look. ”

With a hefty sigh (or groan? No. Most definetly a grunt), Suguru shoots his head up from his drawer, frustrated, sending Gojo a bored look. It doesn’t phase him, instead he just wiggles his phone playfully, a smug grin rising to his cheeks. Suguru sighs, peeved and weary, squinting his eyes to get a better look at the screen from across the room.

“Just— fuck , just  wear your goddamn glasses, Suguru—”

“Hell no . Just pass me the phone.”

Satoru obliges, standing from Suguru’s office couch to hand his phone over. “I stumbled across one of our clients Instagram and she was hot , so I stalked her pag—”

“Weirdo,” Suguru snickers, too used to his best friend’s antics by now. He looks back down at the phone, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at because there’s five girls on the screen, and he doesn’t recognise any of them.

“—Anyway .” Satoru trails off, his long legs striding over to the other side of the desk, leaning in extra close to Suguru (because Gojo has never understood the concept of personal space , like ever). Using his long index finger, he draws circles in the air before tapping it over your body, posing provocatively in the bathroom mirror with your friends.

Out of the group of five, you stand out the most to Suguru, having been eyeing you before he even knew who you were. He still doesn’t know, to be frank. Satoru has been doing everything and beyond but give him your name, or the reason why he’s supposed to know you. 

“Am I supposed to know who she is?” He asks with a tick of his brow, looking over at Satoru, irked at the way his icy blue eyes full of lust are scanning over your body. 

Suguru nudges him aggressively with his elbow, repeating his question. 

Gojo frowns, rubbing his side with a pout. “You don’t remember her? From Jujutsu High? She sat in front of Shoko and they were friends?” 

“Oh! Her? Really ?” Suguru takes another look at the photo, zooming in nonsensically, completely enthralled with how well you turned out to be. “Damn.”

“Right ?” Satoru sports a cheesy grin, flopping back onto Suguru’s office chair, hands behind his head, digging his fingers into the candy bowl on the edge of Suguru’s desk. “Already DM’d her.” 

Geto scoffs. “For what? To fuck ?”

Satoru pulls his glasses downwards, looking at him as if the answer was obvious. “ Duh ? She looks hot now.” 

“You haven’t seen the girl in—” He thinks back to how long it’d been since he’d graduated. “Eight years . You really think she’s gonna want to talk—”

A notification dings from Satoru’s phone. They both look down at his phone on the table, your username popping up on his screen with a dm saying omg satoru? hi! it’s been so long :) how are you?

Suguru swallows his tongue. “I take back what I said.”

Satoru smiles, grabbing his phone, long fingers already typing out another message to you. He lounges on Suguru’s office couch, legs kicked obnoxiously over the arm. Every time Suguru hears the notification noise from Satoru’s phone, something inside him itches, like a vein just waiting to pop. Instead of Satoru doing his fucking job, like everybody else in this agency, he’s texting some ex-schoolgirl who he’s never said more than 6 words to. The only reason you’re so excited to talk to him, was because he’s Satoru Gojo, and every girl back at Jujutsu High liked Satoru Gojo at one point. 

Suguru wants no part in Satoru’s little scavenger hunt for you. He’s got better things to do. In all honesty, it’s dehumanising. Satoru was never interested in you, back when you were an average school girl with nothing to offer him. Now you’ve grown up, got a body on you, one that turns him on, one that he thinks is worthy of his attention, he’s showering you with attention.

It’s embarrassing.

Weeks went by and by now, you were most likely publicly with Gojo, letting him spoil you with gifts, dates, sex… Suguru knows this because Satoru tells him everything. It’s not an exaggeration either. He can probably name everything about your body, everything that turns you on, everything that you like, just the right way you like Gojo’s fingers curled inside you. 

The list goes on…and on . 

Satoru is shameless. His hands wander everywhere, grabbing onto your ass with a smack, indifferent to the fact that he’s in public. He even went as far as to send Suguru your own naughty pics ;), he’d call them, spamming Geto’s phone—without a care—of pics and videos of you bent over, back in a perfect arch, squealing into the pillow as Gojo’s thick cock thrusts inside you, angling his dick to hit that spot that makes your fingers dig into the sheets, scrunching them into a ball. 

Geto feels guilty .

Guilty of the fact he can have regular conversations with you that seem innocent at first, until he’s picturing your naked body underneath your clothes. Guilty of the fact at night he’s picturing you in those positions. Guilty of the fact he wishes you were with him , not Satoru. He could treat you better, he would not send your pictures out to his friends, rather save them in a photo album called my eyes only. He’d treat you well, not slap your ass in public at any given moment.

His first mistake was saving the photos and videos. It’s disgusting how many times he’s rewatched them, stroked his cock at night to the pictures of you kneeling in front of a mirror, shirt lifted up and over your tits, flashing them to the camera for Gojo’s eyes, not his. 

His second mistake was spending the night at Satoru’s, taking the offer simply because he mentioned that you’d be there. Sneaking glances over at you curled over by Gojo’s side, hiding your face into his chest when the movie scene is a little too scary for your liking, didn’t help his soothe his feelings for you, only strengthening them, wishing you were by his side right now, giving him warmth as you wrap your arms around his sides, snuggling into him. 

His third mistake was letting you flirt with him when Gojo went upstairs. He didn’t stop your wandering fingers trail over his stomach, tickling the flat plane of his stomach as you whisper in his ear how much you want him . 

Suguru should have told you off, told you Satoru is right upstairs, and if you hurt him, he’d never forgive you. But instead, he let you press your lips to his, let you cup his cheeks to deepen the kiss, licking, and moaning into his mouth. He kisses you like he’s touch starved, strong hands gripping your hips, tugging you onto his lap, grinding his hips up into the feeling of yours.

Satoru climbs back down the stairs, humming a stupid tune before stopping in his tracks at the sight. Suguru pulls you off him, lips parted in shock, wondering how he’s going to explain this.

“ What ? You started without me?” Gojo dedicates the question towards you who giggles and dips your face into Suguru’s neck, peeking past the curve of Geto’s throat over at your boyfriend.

“I couldn’t help myself, Satoru.”

Wait, what? Excuse me—what the fuck. 

Suguru can’t voice his opinion, looking dumbfounded at Satoru. He’s tugging his shirt off, losing it to the kitchen and hops on the couch next to you, dragging you by the hips off his lap, onto all fours in front of him. 

What the actual fuck ?

You make heated eye contact with Suguru, enjoying the way his eyes widen marginally at the sight of you. “You want me to suck your dick?”

“ Huh ?” He’s finally able to speak, only muttering those words as you and Gojo laugh at each other. “What’s so funny ? Is this some kind of—of— porno , or something?!”

“Do you want it to be?” You perk up with an idea. “I can get my phone out if you like.”

Gojo grins again, looking down at your body, hand clapping down on your left cheek, still sore from earlier today. “ Good idea, baby.” He smacks you again, satisfied with the squeak you let out.

The way you two are acting like this is just a regular Saturday and not the most confusing day of Suguru’s life has him baffled. 

“What? No—no ? Why’re you so comfortable with recording—”

“It’s not like anything you haven’t seen before, Suguru.” You’re tugging your shirt off, reaching behind you to remove your bra.

Geto feels like his world stops turning at that moment. Time stood still for a second, his heart beating erratically. “You—you knew ?”

Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, and you’re biting your lip as he lifts you upwards till your back is against his chest. “Yeah, she knew. It was her idea, after all. Ain’t she a freak?” As if to prove a point, he tightens his grip on your throat a little, making a show of his veiny hands. 

You let out a little moan that goes straight to Suguru’s cock. The twitch was obvious in those grey sweatpants of his. Having noticed it, you’re reaching forward to run your finger along the length of it. The feeling is ticklish, and it makes Suguru’s stomach clench a little.

He’s still a little (a lot?) confused, but decided to think later. This was a once in a lifetime moment. Who’s he to not seize the opportunity? 

“So she wanted me to see all those nudes?”

Gojo skims a hand down your back, and it arches involuntarily, trying to chase the tickle of his fingers. “Answer him, baby.”

“Y—yeah, Suguru—” Your voice comes out in a soft, choked off moan when Gojo’s fingers play with your clit. 

His cock does another twitch in his pants.

“Satoru wanted— oh—” It’s hard to speak when Gojo’s toying with your body like this, dipping his fingers in and out momentarily everytime you open your mouth to speak. 

He lets go of your throat, and begins pushing you downwards, your arms landing by Geto’s thighs. You make eye contact with him and watch those brown eyes of his drop down to your lips. 

“Baby. Wanna show him how good you are at sucking cock?”

You blink over at Suguru, not bothering to ask with your lips, but your eyes, batting your lashes at him in a way he can’t resist. With a faint nod of his head, you’re leaning down to fiddle with his drawstrings, pulling his sweats down to his knees. 

Satoru trails a line of hot, wet kisses along your back, down to your cunt, kissing sloppily at your clit. You moan into Geto’s mouth at the feeling, slowly grinding your hips back against Satoru’s tongue. Geto’s cock sits thick, and heavy in your hands, stroking lazily as you suck the length of his tongue.

“Alright, stop teasin’ him, baby. Show him.” Gojo winks at Suguru who’s busy focusing on the feel of your hand on his dick. 

So warm, so soft; he briefly wonders how your mouth would feel. 

As if reading his thoughts, you slip away in favour of bending downwards, kitten licking the tip of his cock. Suguru has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning, head throwing itself back when you begin sucking slowly , cheeks hollowing out as you bob your head up and down, engulfing his cock in the warmth of your mouth. 

“Holy— fuck , shit—” Geto spits out every curse he can think of, fingers twitching at his side to stop himself from pushing your head down.

Gojo—being the obnoxious man he is— places his huge hand on the back of your head, pushing you down, down , till you were choking on Suguru’s cock, nose brushing the skin of his pelvis. The sound of gargling filled the room, and Suguru groans, loud and long , chin dropping to his chest to pay close attention to your lips as they’re wrapped around his cock. 

“Yeah? How’s that feel, Suguru?”

“It’s—dude, fuck . Amazing.” The sight is obscene, and his cock twitches in your mouth again. Your hips wriggle from side to side, craving Gojo’s touch down there. 

Taking the hint, Satoru lets go of your head, moving them to your hips and angling them upwards. Suguru expects you to lift yourself off and take a breath. He doesn’t expect you to grab his limp hand from his side, putting it on the back of your head, looking at him suggestively with a slight nod of your head that has your throat tickling his cock.

Your giggle trails off into a moan when Gojo thrusts his cock inside you without fanfare, enjoying the way your back arches even more into the feeling, loving the way Geto hisses when your throat tightens around his length. He cums down your throat involuntarily, hand moving your head up and down to chase the feeling of your mouth as his cum spills in your mouth.

He pulls you off and you begin screaming when Gojo presses you further into the couch, holding you by your hips as his cock thrusts into you, uncaring of the way your body wasn’t fully prepped. Geto watches with wide eyes as you scratch at the couch cushions, trying to lift your back up, just a little, only to get pushed back down by Satoru’s hand. 

“Gojo, dude, she’s—”

“She’s fine,” Gojo grits out, squeezing the fat of your hips, fucking into you deeper just to prove a point.

The position makes you feel every inch of his cock, crying out his name as tingles race through your body, face heating up profoundly as he jackhammers into you till your body is nothing but mush .

You grab the only thing you can reach, Suguru’s hand, squeezing, digging your nails into his palm and he can only watch the part where your bodies connect, pay close attention to the sight of his cock fucking your wetness back into your tight hole.

“I’m gonna cum—” Gojo’s hips stutter, the rhythm he’d set falling off exceedingly. “You want me to fill you, huh, baby?” When you don’t respond, brain is too mushy to comprehend he’s even talking to you, he spanks you, hard and fast , till your body jerks, walls spasming around his cock that’s overstimulating your pussy to the highest degree.

“Satoru—I’m !” The words barely leave your lips before you cum on his cock, nails digging painfully into Suguru’s hands, making him wince, but squeezes you back for reassurance.

“I’m close. Fuck .” His hips still with one final thrust before there’s a wet squlech, his cum filling your pussy to  the brim. He rolls into you a few times, ensuring it stays there, before pulling out, with another wet squelch.

The sound is music to Suguru’s ears.

Almost instantly, you flop onto the couch, laying limp and boneless, as Satoru climbs off it, stretching his long legs. Times like this are where Suguru wishes his friend had some common decency; watching him stroll over to the bathroom to wash his hands and clean up.

“Hey, you good?” Suguru pokes at your side to see if you’re even alive.

Your laugh is muffled by the cushions, but you’re using the little energy you have left in you to swat his hand away. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

Everything feels sore, your jaw, your thighs, your legs. Everything hurts, but you manage to flip yourself over so you’re laying on your back. You stare up at Suguru with a smile; his heartbeat practically pounding against his chest now. 

“C’mere,” you say, gesturing for him to come closer. 

He leans down and your hand flys to the back of his head, holding him there as you kiss him, slowly. The taste of him is faint, but there, the salty after taste almost makes him sick before he melts into it, licking into your mouth with fervour. 

You let his hand roam downwards, cupping your tit, toying with it in his palm as Satoru enters the room again, stretching his long limbs. “Ah, that was fun.”

Suguru mumbles, “Yeah” into your mouth, thumbs rolling against your nipples.

“Oi. You wanna fuck her next?”

He pulls off, watching the line of spit break mid air, dripping onto the side of your mouth. His thumb catches it, swiping the flat of his thumb against it, shoving it back into your mouth. “Is she even—” He can’t speak properly, not when you’re sucking his thumb like that, looking up at him like that . 

You’re so beautiful, it’s unfair . It’s unfair you’re with someone like Gojo who’d probably leave you in a month from now. He looks over at his friend, then looks back down at you, waiting for his answer. The relationship won’t last,  he knows it. He knows something will come up, causing your downfall, (he definitely isn’t praying on it), and when it does, he’ll be there to pick up the pieces, put you back together, make you his. 

“Nah. It’s cool.” He runs his thumb back at the middle of your lip, focused on the way the soft, tender flesh flattenns beneath his touch. “I’ll wait.���

spoiler alert : you and gojo don't break up

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time for geto to convince gojo to turn poly 👻

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

jjk chapter 270 spoilers under the cut !!

GODDDDDDDDD I LOVED THIS CHAPTER. I LOVED IT SO SO MUCH . i feel so high rn you guys don’t UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭 it gave me literally everything i wanted (minus gojo stuff but we’ll get to that) AND I’M JUST !!!!!!!!!!!! i feel so satisfied . all is right with the world . i am a happy mouse

i love love loveeeee the fact that akutami finally decided to pick up (most) of the loose ends — at least the ones from the culling game !!!!!! it’s my favorite arc and i really adore all the side characters, so getting to see them all again was so nice 🥹 and my biggest criticism for akutami’s writing in general has been how he leaves these loose threads behind him, so i’m glad this chapter went back to piece them together. there’s still obviously a lot i would’ve liked to see before the finale, but this chapter finally made me feel somewhat satisfied with it all …..

buuuuut okok!!! let me get through some stuff <3

^^^^ THIS . THANK YOUUUUUUUUU GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FINAL SHOKO CRUMBS . THAT’S LITERALLY ALL. i love her so much chat …………. THE BUN :((((((( i wonder if she’s paying tribute to suguru, in a way. since she can’t make his grave all nice like she did with tsumiki’s. <- WHICH IS ALSO . so heartbreaking :((((( shoko has been the closest to death and corpses out of everyone.

’that moron should’ve let me handle geto’s body, too’……… gojo thought he was doing her a favour by not forcing her to dispose of him, but i wonder if his decision only caused her more suffering? :’) either way i loveeee shoko and i think her character is so wonderful. her not believing in an afterlife is also so in character LMAO, my little cynicist <3333

^^^^^ AND THEN THIS . PEEEEEERFECT. SO PERFECT. shoko and her cigarette motif :’)))))))) SHE FINALLY QUIT AGAIN . SHE IS AT PEACE . also need to mention how fucking cute she looks ……. i neeeed to squish her cheeks !!!!! she’s my baby !!!!!!!!!!

i will say that . obviously . i would’ve loved for her to get a more concrete final moment with stsg :’) like her being at the airport, or something. overall i’m satisfied with this being her ending of sorts (though if gojo is alive i’d obviously like to see them talk)…… she hasn’t gotten as much spotlight in this manga as she’s rightfully deserved, but i do think her character writing has been lovely and consistent throughout everything, and she remains one of my ult favorites <3333333 i LOVE my wife. love all her little quirks . i hope she quits smoking forever and ever!!!!!!!

ahh, it was also nice to see them mention tengen!!!! and how the barrier techniques worked. again, i’m just really happy that we’re not letting plotpoints go unfinished 😭😭 i also think it’s . a little romantic. that tengen’s barriers will exist as long as sukuna’s remnants remain . the tengen / sukuna / kenny trio is very interesting to me (MORE ON THAT . LATER.)

THEN WE ALSO HAVE THIS !!!!!!!!!

^ this moment means . soooo much to me. will try to get my thoughts out coherently but this theme really resonates with me so deeply :’) since the beginning of the manga, jujutsu society has been built on the foundation that is the suffering of youth — adults casting blame and burdens on children. like the higher ups who hide up at the top and force the children to work themselves to the bone. we saw this so clearly in hidden inventory most of all. and gojo is the anti thesis of that society — he wants to preserve youth !!!!!! even nanami, who didn’t really have any clear desires to change the fundamentals of their society, did his best to protect children as an adult.

so to see gakuganji refer to utahime and nitta as young (even though they’re both grown adults)….. and say that ’they needn’t worry over this just yet’…… i think. it shows how much the society is already improving. with someone like gakuganji in charge. and also kusakabe, who basically told the trio to just be kids last chapter, and leave the hard stuff to the adults (can’t remember his exact wording lmao but he said it so perfectly)…… it just warms my heart. jujutsu sorcery is still a shitshow but as least the children won’t be as exploited anymore (or at the very least, there are good adults around them, who will bear most of the burden on their own backs). idk. i just loved this moment sm :’))))))

ahhhhh, and and and !!!!!! mr katana and mr sumo 🥺 IT WAS SM FUN SEEING EVERYONE AGAINNNN and it was so sweet seeing maki try to look out for them a little after they helped her ……..

^ maki and her middle aged man besties …… :3

AND THEN CHARLES !!!!! MY BOY !!!!!!!!!!! just needed to mention him lmao. i love him T_T happy that he’s working on his trashy little manga. keep up the good work king <3333333 SAME WITH THE FORMER BULLY . sorry can’t be bothered to remember his name ….. the pudding guy. you know who i mean. seeing him apologize and try to make amends was rlly heartwarming …….. i really am so happy to see all culling game characters happy and alive . WHERE IS REMI THOUGH . 🤨

…… but okay . okay. okayyy.

actually yk what we’re saving the best for last ^^ ONTO HANA AND MEGUMIIIIIII WHAT A CUTE MOMENT . SOOOO CUTE . i don’t ship them at all i think they’re adorable though …… AND HANA IS SOOOOOOO GODDAMN CUTE I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN IT ????? :((( I NEED TO SQUISH HERRR

^ LOVE this line . my brother pointed this out but isn’t it like …. eerily similar to that akiangel scene 😭 lmao. i just really love this. megumi offering to be her right hand because ’he’ was the one who took it from her ……. he’s such a good boy :< also instantly pictured him being her scary knight/guard dog and yk what maybe this ship could sail after all…..

^ THEN THISSSSS 😭 THEY’RE SO CUTE. MEGUMI IS SO FUCKING AWKWARD HANG IN THERE BUDDY ���……….

ah i forgot to mention higuruma …… i love him!!!!!!!!! i love him a ton!!!!!!!!!!!! :’3 i think seeing his junior demand a retrial for the sake of justice meant a lot to him. i could go deeper into it because higu’s character is so dense but yeah !!! very fitting ending for him …… i’m kinda sad that he’s cursed to be an overworked sorcerer though 💀 hang in there king…

AND THENNN WE HAVE :333c A NEW MISSION… feels kinda nice to go back to our roots. i have literally NO idea what’s gonna happen though 😭 hopefully tied to gojo….??? for the record i obviously want him to live and will have Many things to say if it turns out he’s really been dead this whole time, but. we’ll save that for the next chapter <3 for now i’m just happy to see the babies back together….

^ noba being gay ……. all is right with the world 🥹

BUT OKAY . ENOUGH. ENOUGH ABOUT THATTTT ENOUGH ABOUT EVERYTHING ONLY ONE THING REMAINS AND IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. akutami loves me and only me and this chapter finally confirmed that once and for all…..

I FUCKING . SCREAMED. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.

TAKABAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL? I MISSED HIM . I MISSED MY BABY 🥺🥺🥺 BUT SECOND OF ALL WHAT THE FUCKKKKK WHAT THE FUCK ALL MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED???? THIS IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED????????? i’ve been telling my brother that if i could manifest one thing i’d want jjk to end with takaba on stage with kenjaku without it ever been elaborated on AND MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED . I’M SO HAPPY YOU DON’T GET ITTT

there’s so much to say ……… truly ………. these two make me insane ………… will start with: they’re so funny. they’re so gay. kenny wanting to make sex jokes like the freak he is. THEY’RE TOGETHER GUYS 🥹 THE KENKABA SPINOFF MANGA I WANTED IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES .

….. but also !!!!! truly truly trulyyyyy — i love this. i love how akutami did this. this is kenjaku’s final scene, and it’s perfect for them!! it’s so chaotic…. they left sorcery behind for a life of stand up comedy 😭 AND IT’S SOOO IN CHARACTER . IT REALLY IS. what kenjaku wants, what they’ve claimed to want since shibuya, is to create chaos that not even they will be able to control, using cursed energy. and takaba is exactly that. kenny created takaba’s cursed technique using the culling game, and takaba is chaos personified!!! a chaos kenjaku can’t control!!!!!! as dissatisfied as i was with yuuta just swooping in and cutting their head off i did think that the takaba fight was a really clever and perfect end to kenjaku :3

soooo — it makes sense that kenjaku would go back to takaba. they had fun with him!!!! he matches their energy!!!!!! and takaba could easily have saved his life using his ct, which i think is the implication here. i love that kenny’s face is obscured, it just feels like such a fun little thing to throw in at the end 😭 but i doooo genuinely think this is akutami’s way of implying that kenny is alive and living the happy yaoi life with takaba . as they fucking should.

i also wanna say !!!!! that i think it’s so thematically fitting that kenjaku’s ending is soooo different from tengen’s and sukuna’s . i LOVE this aspect of it so much; kenjaku is the most morally corrupt of the three, and also the most human. sukuna is a human turned calamity, who slumbered for centuries, and tengen is a shut-in who ended up mimicking sukuna’s appearance while only maintaining human contact through a barrier. kenjaku laughs at them for it. he hates them for being so passive, because kenny is the opposite of that — he’s lived through it all!!!!!! changed with the centuries!!!!!!! so i think it’s just ….. soooo perfect and tasty that sukuna and tengen now only exist as remnants, as barriers, just like they did before — while kenjaku chooses to live, and takes an entirely different approach. they’re so fucking chaotic and i adore them. i can’t explain how much i love their character …… i really can’t ……… :’3

i’m just . still so happy . i really thought it was kenover…… i didn’t think they’d get an ending so perfect………………. i really, really hope akutami comes in clutch and gives gojo the same treatment :’) even if the chances are slim. i thought this chapter was absolutely lovely and i hope with allllll my heart that i end up enjoying the final chapter too.

……….. i think ……. that’s all 😭 (if you’ve read this far i’m kissing you with tongue btw). THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME !!!!!! this chapter made me feel so genuinely satisfied and giddy and i’m super sleepy and tired but i just needed to rant :’3 i love kenjaku. they’re so silly . such a brat. i wanna kiss them. takaba too actually. we are in a happy polycule

[rossithepixie]

Alrighty since people seem interested in this I guess i'll make it an official post with a an open tag!

What JJK polycule would you be a part of?

For me like I said in my original post I took it twice and the common factor was Gojo in both

satoru gojo and suguru geto this would be a super chill, deep and fun relationship. i think you’d all be best friends. its the kind of relationship where youre all comfortable with and know each other so well that words arent really even needed. gojo loves you and geto, geto loves you and gojo, and you love them both. you would die for each other. people might not even be able to tell if you guys are together or just close friends, but the answer is: both! you have fun together, no matter where you are or what you do. i feel like you and geto have to take turns being the responsible one; if you and gojo are up to something he’ll gently persuade you not to do something that ends with jailtime, and when he and gojo plan an elaborate, sinister prank on nanami you have to tell them to please leave the poor dude alone. gojo is also the clingiest mf in the world, so youre gonna have to let him cling to you or geto like a koala sometimes. geto isnt as clingy, but will want to just rest with you while reading a book. both of them crave stability, but also fun. oh, and i just see them being protective as hell. theyre the strongest, so you never have to worry about anything happening to you. overall this relationship is just very stable and sweet, and you all love each other more than anything.

(the true otp of my self ships. Roruru)

And a bonus below the cut if you wanna see it without getting it yourself is nanago polycule

satoru gojo and kento nanami this would be a… kinda chaotic but sweet relationship. you are the middle ground that keeps nanami from killing gojo. they bicker pretty often, and disagree on a lot of things — i do think theyd love each other, though. its just in subtext. when nanami tells gojo to fuck off, its said with love. all jokes aside, i think this relationship would work out well, as long as you can balance them out. sometimes gojo needs someone to be a menace with him, sometimes nanami needs someone who ISNT a menace. gojo will steal both your and nanamis clothes, and also cling to you 24/7. nanami usually pushes him off, so youll have to oblige, otherwise he’ll sulk and ask you when the divorce is coming. he’ll buy both of you gifts all the time, and even if hes annoying sometimes, he loves you; and tries to show it, even when it ends up with him audibly saying ”cringe” afterwards. nanami is more lowkey with his affection, but shows it through acts of service and words of affirmation. he wants to make sure youre not feeling overwhelmed, especially considering youre the one who has to ”put up with gojo” most of the time. they argue and bicker, but the relationship is full of love from all sides.

I can see it but I also think I would be more stressed in this dynamic than I am in my roruru one.

[irisintheafterglow]

uhh uhh uhh uhh meeting enemy frat!suguru at a greek life halloween party

cw: swearing, drinking and alcohol, creepy dude at beginning

"look, i'm not interested in whatever weird shit you concocted. so, get lost," you spit at the ugly, intoxicated, ogre-looking airhead trying to give you a shot of heavens know what. he'd been trying to get into your pants since you crossed the threshold and you were having none of it. your sorority sisters, unfortunately, were nowhere to be found and you were left to glare at the stumbling goliath slowly backing you into a musty corner. "i don't want you, asshole, so stop trying to get with me."

"c'mon, lighten up a little. it's a fuckin' halloween party; why are you here if you're not getting shitfaced?" your nose wrinkles at his sheer audacity. you attempt to make a break for the door when his overworked biceps suddenly block your eyeline, trapping you against the wall. body odor and whiskey leak into your nostrils and you swallow down the bile that rises in your throat. "where the hell are you going? do you even know who i am?"

"you're gonna be six feet under if you don't leave them the fuck alone," comes a dangerously low voice somewhere behind your harasser. "get back to whatever shithole you crawled out of."

"don't be such a downer, geto," the guy drawls over his shoulder and his casual nature makes you physically recoil. "i'm just tryna get them to take a shot or two with me, that's all." before you can process it, the shot glass is snatched from the asshole's hand and downed in a blink. the man, who you assume is geto, glares even sharper daggers than you, and your heart does an unwanted little flutter. the gesture seemingly didn't get through the other bro's thick skull as he whirls around, offended. "hey, what the fuck was that?"

"lay off of 'em. don't be more trouble than you're worth." the guy hesitates for the briefest second and is just as quickly shoved to the side, landing on the floor with a satisfying thud. he groans and you inhale a deep breath of stale party atmosphere, pushing off the wall and beelining to the nearest source of fresh air. you vaguely sense someone following behind you and don't bother looking until you're shivering against the chilly october air. "you alright?"

"sure," you deadpan, "if i ignore the fact that i almost got roofied a minute ago." you cross your arms and plop into the nearest deck chair, uncomfortably eyeing a nearby couple getting a little too intimate for being in public. the guy who helped you stands next to you at a respectful distance, following your gaze to the people practically eating each other's faces.

"oi, get a fucking room," he barks and they flinch, scurrying into the house to find some empty room to bang in. "better?"

"yeah," you mutter, still uneasy about why he followed you out in the first place. "thanks for helping me, in there."

"don't mention it. it's a wonder how many frats still let him come to parties considering how easily he scares sorority girls away," he says blankly and you take a second to shamelessly analyze his appearance. long, dark hair was tied back into a loose bun and stray strands framed a mesmerizingly sharp jawline. unlike most of the guys inside, he actually was wearing a shirt, a simple sweatshirt with his frat's letters embroidered across the front. you couldn't see what the letters were, but you guessed he was probably part of a related frat by how willingly he stepped in to help you. to combat the autumn air, you figured, he also wore a flannel that had a dragon printed on the back panel. "you sure you're okay?"

"yeah, i'm good. a little cold, is all," you admit, grimacing at the goosebumps running over your arms. without another word leaving your mouth, he shrugs off the flannel and tosses it into your lap. you wrap it around your shoulders and catch him watching you, the tiniest smirk painting his pretty mouth when you pull it tighter against you. it's warm and smells like expensive cologne. "you're a real gentleman, you know that?"

"so i've been told," he replies and you huff an exasperated breath. "i swiped this for you on my way out, too. it's sealed, but i can grab you another one if you're still skeptical." he hands you a lukewarm bottle of water and, true to his word, requires a little bit of effort to break the seal around the cap. you take a few sips and your mind finally starts to process what happened. "feel a little better?"

"definitely. thank you, is it geto?"

"call me suguru." fuck, that's hot. he's hot.

"thank you, then, suguru. can i ask why you're being so nice when you don't even know me?"

"just making sure everyone's having fun and being safe so no one calls the cops." your response falls from your lips faster than you can stop it.

"nothing else?" his attention flicks to you and he chuckles in amusement at your boldness.

"and, i think you look nice in your costume," he murmurs and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your heartrate increase. "that what you wanted to hear?"

"mhmm, thank you." the giddy excitement wears off and you check the time on your phone. "i should probably be getting back home."

"you got a ride?"

"i'll go find one of my pledge sisters that are also partied out," you shrug, praying that someone was sober enough to get you back safely.

"you mind if i call you a cab? i don't feel comfortable sending you off in some rando's car."

"technically, you're a rando," you point out, and he raises his hands in surrender. "but, sure, as long as you walk me out."

"i was already planning on it," he affirms and extends a hand, helping you out of the cold metal chair. his palm is warm, safe, and strong, nothing like the grabby ones that were begging for your body all night. suguru waits with you on the lawn until the cab arrives and opens the door for you as you slip into the second row. before you can close the door, he reaches over you and hands the driver a stack of bills that has the old man's eyes widening to the size of tennis balls. "get them home safely, please."

"what are you doing?"

"doing the next best thing besides driving you home myself. i didn't think you'd be comfortable doing that, given the progression of the evening." you're stunned into silence by his genuine chivalry and nearly forget to give him his flannel back. when you go to pull it off, however, he stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. "keep it, for now. i'll get it back at some point."

"alright," you concede, wrapping it around you like a safety blanket. "thank you for everything."

"of course. get home safe, yeah?"

"i will. thank you, suguru."

you wake up in the morning on the couch in the sorority house's living room, still in the same clothes from the night prior. your head pounded like it was getting repeatedly slammed with a mallet, but you were barely able to remember the events leading up to crashing at home. you look down and the flannel around your body reaffirms that suguru was, in fact, real and not just a drunk hallucination. you're in the middle of smiling giddily to yourself when one of your sisters screeches to a halt in the hallway behind you.

"good morni-"

"what the fuck are you wearing?" she asks with all the seriousness as if someone had died.

"yeah, i know i look like shit. is anyone in the shower-"

"no, stupid. that flannel, where did you get it?"

"some guy helped me get home last night and he let me borrow it; why are you being so weird?" you stumble to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. your sister watches you from over the counter like you'd grown four heads. "hello? why are you looking at me like that?"

"you do realize where that flannel is from, right?"

"no...?"

"your little buddy from last night is from those assholes at theta phi fuckhead, babe." you nearly drop your glass in shock. there's no way. he couldn't have been from those dipshits, could he? "there's a reason we're not supposed to talk with them, 'cause they're dangerous and unruly."

"but this one, he-"

"doesn't matter. don't let anyone else see you with that on, or they'll have a fit." she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. "shower is free, so go get dressed and change your clothes."

as you strip off the flannel, a small piece of paper drops from one of the pockets. the message written on it has you gripping the edge of the counter for support.

you look cute in my clothes. (XXX) XXX-XXX if you wanna wear 'em more often

-s. geto

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Annoying Roommate Gojo

(Pt 3)

Cw - breeding, threesome, oral (m+f), spanking, degrading+praise kink, unprotected sex, sloppy sex, (sight use of y/n) - .

Context - some students in a younger year are having a house party...Gojo and Getou being mutual friends of them obviously go as a kind gesture....but the night makes things more interesting

A/N - sosoosos sorry this took so long. I literally made the fic all the way up to the nsfw and all of a sudden Tumblr decided to delete the draft n I got so frustrated I needed a therapy break ★ enjoy ❤︎ THIS IS VERY FILTHY

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Gojo didn't feel like going out tonight but here he was in some random kids house. Well to be exact, one of the college freshmen he was friends with - megumi, had a friend of a friend who was hosting tonight's party since his parents were out of town .

Not wanting to be rude and dismiss the invitation, he got dragged into this and so here he was, staring into a cup of fruity alcohol whilst different girls came and passed after he told them he wasn't in the mood.

After finishing a drink, Gojo was about to go get another but Getou approached him.

"bored? You look like a socially awkward twelve year old at a birthday party." Getou teased as he placed a hand on Gojo's shoulder.

"fuck off Suguru." Gojo muttered, placing his empty cup down and then going to fold his arms as he scanned the crowd.

"Well.... If you're looking for y/n-" Gojo's ears picked up on your name. "She actually wanted me to come find you...says she wants to talk to us."

Gojo gave getou a hard side glance before turning to him. "About?"

Getou smirked, knowing he'd already got Gojo hooked just by mentioning you.

"Well, I don't know...but you could find out if you follow me."

Gojo pretended to act hesitant but deep down inside he knew damn well he wouldn't give this up. Eventually, after keeping up his charade he finally nodded and Getou smiled, turning and leading Gojo through the crowd of people who'd attended.

As they walked upstairs, the music downstairs faded and soon enough, Getou stopped outside a door down the hall, motioning for Gojo to enter. Gojo lightly rolled his eyes and pushed the door open, revealing you sat on the bed. Almost all the blood in him rushed south when he saw you wearing that outfit...the way it effortlessly clung to you sensually and enounced your beautiful body almost had him seeing stars.

"Oh– I'm surprised you actually came." You smiled, leaning back against the bed, your hands steadying yourself.

"He was...hesitant." Getou spoke up, closing the door behind them.

Gojo raised a brow. "Why am I here?"

You sighed and got off the bed, walking up to Gojo and Getou.

"Oh, C'mon Gojo.." you sighed, letting your hand slide up his chest, his breath hitching slightly under your touch. "Don't need to be so uptight."

Getou walked around behind you, a hand slipping down your waist, making your hand fall and move to place over his.

"I've been thinking a lot...about you...and Getou.." you hummed, watching Gojo thoughtfully. "And I was thinking...you both made me feel really good...but I can't choose."

Gojo raised an eyebrow again as he watched you pout teasingly.

"So...I want you both." You concluded, smiling when Getou began to rub your waist and dip his head against your neck, kissing your skin softly.

"both?" Gojo asked again as if he didn't know what you meant.

You nodded. "Both...at the same time."

Gojo's mouth parted slightly and you giggled whilst Getou smirked.

"What? Don't tell me you wanna just sit and watch like last time?" Getou taunted, his hands moving up to the straps of your dress. "I wouldn't mind though...I don't usually like sharing."

Gojo grit his teeth whilst he watched you both.

"Like hell I am." Gojo spat, walking closer to close the distance.

Gojo leaned down and kissed the other side of your neck, causing you to gasp lightly, whilst Getou just smirked at Gojo's reaction, his hands moving to grope your ass.

As Gojo continued kissing and biting your neck, leaving deep marks against your flesh while Getou pushed your dress up to your hips, pulling down the pink thong you'd worn tonight, letting it pool at your ankles before pushing two thick fingers into your mouth.

"Be a good slut and get them nice and wet for me." Getou whispered.

You nodded and quickly sucked his fingers eagerly, swiping your tongue over his fingers to lubricate them the best you could. Once Getou was satisfied he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pushing them against your clit.

Gojo helped hold you up once you jolted from the sudden stimulation, drinking in the reaction of your mouth hanging open, letting a few small moans and whines spill from your glossed lips.

Getou smiled at your reaction. "So sensitive, hm baby?" He then stopped rubbing your clit and glanced at Gojo. "Wanna feel Satoru's tongue on your pussy, baby?"

You quickly nodded and Getou smirked, nodding towards the bed and Gojo followed through. They both led you to the bed, your heels falling off as Getou helped you get rid of your dress, your nipples pebbling once exposed to the sudden coolness of the room.

Gojo didn't waste anytime and spread your legs whilst Getou took one of your breasts into his mouth, the other being fondled by one of his large hands. You whimpered as Getou grazed his teeth against your hardened nipple whilst Gojo watched you closely. Without wasting another second, Gojo leaned down and licked a fat stripe against your slit, causing you to jolt and moan suddenly.

Getou watched with a smug look as Gojo began to go down on you, his tongue eagerly lapping up the arousal that had begun to seep out of you as a product of Getou's prior teasing.

Getou let your nipple slip from his mouth as he watched you moaning and squirming under him, his hands moving to hold you down, ensuring you took what Gojo had to give.

"You like it baby? Like when satoru licks your cunt, hm?" Getou asked lowly, moving to leave hickeys against your neck.

You nodded, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you watched Gojo glancing up at you, his eyes blown with pure lust as he continued to suck your clit before moving his tongue down to your entrance, pushing his tongue deeply into you.

Getou smirked once he saw you throw your head back against the sheets, arching your back as Gojo continued to lick and suck your throbbing cunt, his fingers dipping into his own mouth momentarily before he pushed them with ease into your hole.

"So pretty baby..." Getou praised, kissing your neck softly, a pure contrast to the rough pump of Gojo's fingers inside your pussy.

You whimpered and gripped the sheets tightly as Gojo continued to lick and suck and fuck you with his fingers and tongue, while Getou moved away from your neck to tease and twist your nipples, watching as your face contorted in pleasure.

"Satoru–" you gasped, making gojo look up at you, his fingers curling up against your sweet spot when he heard you call him by his first name.

Gojo continued to lap at your clit almost hungrily before switching, pulling his fingers out of you to rub at your aching bud whilst his tongue moved to lick up your dripping arousal.

"Shit– I'm gonna cum." You shakily cried, your hands moving to grip Gojo's snow white hair whilst Getou moved a hand to rest against your abdomen, pressing hard against your abdomen to watch you squirm.

"Go on then, pretty...cum for us." Getou whispered against you.

You finally let go once Gojo curled his tongue against that spot that had you seeing stars, your hips rolling against Gojo's mouth eagerly as you came against his tongue, riding out your orgasm against him eagerly.

Once the overstimulation finally set in, you shook lightly and gasped as Gojo continued to lap at your wetness, your hands weakly pushing against him while whimpering out pleas.

Gojo finally sat up, licking his fingers before doing the same with his mouth, groaning at the taste of your arousal buzzing on his tongue.

Getou watched as Gojo pulled off his shirt, his hands then moved to his belt. You panted whilst watching through half lidded eyes as you watched Gojo pull down his pants and briefs, revealing his cock that was painfully hard and leaking with precum.

Getou's hand then helped you sit up. "Be a good girl and suck Gojo off, ok baby?"

You nodded and moved closer to Gojo's hard cock, giving his tip a few kitten licks, his pre cum coating your tongue before you finally took his tip into your mouth, looking up to see Gojo's eyes flutter lightly as he felt your hot mouth envelop him.

At first, you were going to go slow to get used to Gojo's size but having other plans, Gojo pressed against the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock, not stopping until he heard your first few gags, letting him know when to pull you back off. Getou watched with a dark lust as he watched Gojo fuck your throat, his own hands moving to pull off his belt and shirt, discarding them somewhere in the room before doing the same with his pants and briefs.

Getou then walked towards you two. Through teary eyes, you could see Getou coming to your side, stroking his cock. Gojo noticed getou and pulled you off his cock, not even allowing you to catch your breath before he forced you to suck Getou off. Getou let out a deep moan as he felt your mouth suddenly against his dick, letting out deep groans as he felt your tongue sliding against his underside, his hips jolting into your mouth, making you gag more.

You tried to accommodate to the sudden size change. While Gojo was thinner and longer, Getou was equal in length but on the thicker side. Gojo stroked himself as he watched you struggle to take Getou to his base, letting out a shaky moan as he felt himself getting closer just from watching. Getou noticed and gently pulled you off, letting you actually catch your breath as you looked up at both of them and then at their painfully hard cocks.

Getou glanced at Gojo but he shook his head, relaxing onto the bed before pulling you to straddle him.

"if I'm gonna cum–" he panted, making you hover your hips before lining himself up with your dripping entrance. "It's gonna be in this slutty pussy."

You let out a loud moan as Gojo entered you all at once, your walls stinging as Gojo fucked his hips up onto you, your hands moving to rest on his chest whilst Gojo steadied you by holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

Whilst Getou watched him fucking up into you you ride him, he continued stroking himself, groaning in pleasure as he watched before a devilish smirk wavered over him. He walked to Gojo's side, resting a knee on the bed. As Gojo felt the shift in weight, he looked up and saw Getou on top, stroking himself over him.

"Be good and say 'ah'" Getou teased.

Gojo didn't know what came over him, but he found himself opening his mouth, letting Getou's wet cock slide down his mouth. You moaned whilst watching, your walls squeezing Gojo in almost a voice grip as you grinded yourself down against him, biting your lip as you watched Gojo suck Getou off. Getou noticed you watched and his smirk widened.

"Feeling left out baby?" He asked, delivering a hard spank against your ass, the recoil making him groan and thrust deeper into Gojo's mouth. "C'mon. Keep riding Satoru's cock like a good slut."

You nodded and continued riding Gojo, Getou biting his lip in response before leaning over and sloppily kissing you, your mouths parting slightly to swirl your tongues against each other before your lips met again. Gojo's hips involuntarily buckled into you as he saw this, groaning around Getou's cock whilst his tongue lapped whilst more precum leaking into his mouth.

"Fuck–" Getou cursed deeply once he pulled away from your lips, his shallow thrusts becoming deeper as he felt the ignition of his upcoming orgasm push into full gear. "So close, Satoru-" he grunted deeply.

You whined as you continued watching them. "Shit- 'm close too,"

Gojo let out a muffled grunt, making Getou chuckle breathlessly. With one more roll of your hips and a sudden jolt of Gojo's hips, you moaned and clamped your eyes shut as you came, your nails digging into Gojo's hips as he continued fucking into you more frantically as he chased his own climax. Getou groaned above him as Gojo's tongue moved quicker. Getou then let out a deep moan, finally releasing deeply into Gojo's mouth, causing Gojo's brows to furrow at the sudden feeling of Getou's seed filling his mouth, forcing himself to squeeze his eyes shut and swallow it. Gojo wasn't even sure if he was turned on from sucking Getou off or if it was because of your hips still grinding against him but he eventually followed suit and came, releasing thick ropes of cum deep into your pussy.

You let out a shaky gasp as Gojo filled you up, your hips moving more whilst your walls continued spasming around his cock in your post orgasmic bliss, milking more of his cum out whilst Gojo's hands dug deeper against your hips.

Finally, Getou slipped out of Gojo's mouth, both of them panting whilst you watched them, your eyes still lidded.

Getou walked over to you and gave you another sloppy kiss before helping you off Gojo's cock, letting you lay down on your back, spreading your legs once more.

"Fuck–" Getou groaned as he pushed his tip teasingly against your entrance, easily being able to slide inside, Gojo's cum pouring out of you as a result.

Getou immediately started at a rough pace, barely giving you time to adjust properly before he was already pounding into your pussy, causing your breasts to jolt as you let out a string of loud moans and whines.

Gojo watched as Getou immediately began pounding you, his cock already hardening at the sight. He walked to the other side of the bed, towering over you. Once you saw his cock getting harder you mewled, your back arching as Gojo's hand moved to grope one of your breasts, his other stroking himself again, ignoring the screaming sensation of overstimulation.

"Gonna fuck your throat now, princess. Think you can take me again?" Gojo asked as he twisted one of your nipples.

You whimpered and moaned softly as you nodded, trying not to let your mind slip as Getou continued pounding into you.

Gojo wasted no more time, pushing his cock into your mouth. You squeezed your eyes shut as Gojo fucked your mouth with almost as much force as Getou's hips snapping against yours. Both of them let out a series of groans and grunts as they used your body to please themselves.

"Shit– So fucking tight even though you got fucked by satoru, hm?" Getou grunted, his hands tightening at your waist as he fucked into you with need. "Such a good tight cunt."

You moaned around Gojo's cock as a response, causing him to jerk his hips deeper into you, his hips moving faster once he heard your light gags.

"Fuck, pretty girl- your throat is so good– so fucking tight." Gojo sighed, revelling in the way you licked his tip anytime he pulled out or the way your throat tightened even more when his hands groped your tits even harder.

Getou continued his rough assault against your cervix, his thumb moving to rub against your clit, smirking as your body squirmed and tried to move away from the sensation, your walls hugging him tightly.

"So fucking good for us baby. Gonna let me cum in your pussy, hm? Gonna swallow all of Satoru's cum?"

You eagerly nodded and sucked Gojo's cock harder, paying extra attention to his swollen tip that had his eyes rolling back. After enduring a few more hard thrusts, both of them came almost at the same time, the feeling of Gojo shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat and Getou pushing his hips deeply against you, spilling out a string of curse words as he came deep inside your abused cunt.

The combination of feeling them both releasing so deep inside you pushed you over the edge, letting out muffled moans around Gojo's cock that had him shivering whilst your walls milked getou hungrily, his grip on your hips tightening as he resisted the urge to start fucking into you again.

After you finally calmed down, Gojo pulled his cock out of your mouth, a light drawstring of cum and saliva connecting you both before It finally snapped. Getou did the same, pulling his cock out of your pussy, his fat tip slapping against your clit, causing you to jolt and whine, earning you a chuckle from Getou.

Gojo moved to Getou's side between your legs. You looked at them both, your body still shaking. They shared a glance before leaning down and spreading your legs wider, a gasp coming from your swollen lips as they both began eating the mixture of all of your aftermath out of your cunt, both of their tongues hungrily moving against your hole to take in the filthy product you'd all made. You moaned shakily, trying to endure the overstimulation as they continued eating you out, only stopping when they'd cleaned you completely.

Once they finally stopped, they each placed a small kiss against your clit before sitting up. Getou licked his lips whilst Gojo laid beside you, pulling you against him whilst he kissed you, letting you taste the lewdness of what had just conspired. Getou watched and laid on your other side, cupping your cheek and pulling you to his side to kiss you messily.

After he let you go, you all laid on the bed, panting.

Gojo let his eyes flutter shut and eventually felt himself falling asleep.

Sadly this was all short lived when he heard an annoying shout of his name. Gojo shot up and rubbed his eyes, looking around before hissing. He looked down at his crotch and was shocked to see a blanket and a tent in it.

Frantically, he looked around and saw he was...in bed? His room door opened to reveal you wearing...that same dress.

You had an annoyed look on your face and rolled your eyes. "Geez, satoru! I called you like ten times and you're still not up!? You said you'd drive me to the party tonight."

Gojo groaned loudly and ran a hand through his messy bed hair when he realised it was all a dream. A very erotic one. He looked back down at his huge bulge whilst you continued mouthing off on him.

Silently, Gojo got up, watching as you continued running your mouth. Once he got closer, you stopped talking and held your breath once Gojo cornered you against his wall.

"Two things sweetheart. One, we aren't going to the party. Two, call Getou to come over." Gojo whispered.

"I have a few other plans we can get up to tonight..."

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Toji

 My wife cheated on me. Not a lot of shit can hurt me, but that did. I know I haven’t been the best husband, though, I never expected it to get to the point where she would go fuck someone else. I can’t be surprised that other men are interested in her because look at her— she’s fucking gorgeous. 

 Nice big tits. 

 Curvy body.

 An ass that requires me to hold with both of my hands. 

 Beautiful brown skin that glowed so brightly it makes the sun jealous. 

 Aside from her looks, Y/N has a heart of gold. 

 I was rough around the edges when we first met ten years ago. Still am, but with her? I’m soft. Vulnerable. There’s a side of me that’s reserved for her and her only. She doesn’t pity me for my fucked up past, and she doesn’t try to understand me because although her past isn’t all peaches and cream, she hasn’t experienced what I have. However, she made me feel… reassured. Heard. Emotions that feel foreign to me. Imagine a shitty motherfucker like me who kills people for a living would fall in love and get a girl like Y/N. 

 Luck was on my side the day she agreed on being mine forever, but now? I’m not feeling so lucky. 

 I feel angry. Betrayed. Frustrated. Annoyed. Every negative thing you can think of—all while I’m fucking her. 

 I’ve been pounding into her tight, wet pussy for the past two hours. Time after time making her cum and scream my name until I feel like the fucker that touched her is out her system. 

 I’ve declined Y/N  several orgasms, but still gave her five, going onto six. My right hand finds comfort around her neck while my left is busy rubbing her clit with my thumb. She’s spread out so pretty on the bed for me, tears of pleasure staining her gold shining cheeks. I keep fucking her with no intention of letting up and let’s just say seeing her tits bouncing with my thrusts is the reason why. 

 Well, at least one of the reasons.

 Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve been without her pussy for this long. Ten months to be exact, and despite Y/N sharing what’s mine, her pussy still molds around me. I’m the only motherfucker that can fuck her like a whore, but cherish her like she’s the only woman in the world—because she is… for me. 

 Now when I look at her, I think of that bitch that had the pleasure of knowing what she feels like.

 Suddenly, I’m pissed again. 

 My strokes are hungrier, more passion and anger filled. The harder I fuck her, the louder Y/N and her pussy gets. She’s so fucking wet there’s a puddle forming underneath of all her releases. I love how messy she gets, seeing her cream coat my cock. Y/N is squeezing me so damn hard and she sounds so sweet. 

 “Look at you. A pathetic slut while whimpering on my cock,” I say, mockingly. “Is this how you sound when you let that motherfucker touch you?”

 “T-Toji… Toji, please -”

 “That wasn’t a rhetorical fucking question, Y/N,” I bit out. “Answer me.”

 Her pussy clenches, moaning softly. “No, fuck… ”

 “Open your mouth.” Gosh, I’m so fucking tempted to praise Y/N. I fell in love with her because she’s stubborn, but she always listen to me without hesitation, opening her mouth like a good girl. 

 I formed saliva in my mouth to allow a long and slow string of spit drip into hers, and the minute Y/N swallows, she cums for the sixth time tonight. 

 I chuckle, menacingly. “My spit turns you on that much? You like getting fucked in this tight pussy like a whore? Because that’s what you are.”

  This pussy is so goddamn wet and warm. Tight as shit, too. Fuck, she’s taking me so well. 

 “Oh, God! Fuck, Toji, fuck. It’s too much, baby,” she cries. 

 I apply more pressure to her throat. “Shut up.” I push past every single one of my thrusts and drive deeper in her pussy, rubbing her clit harder than before. “Give me one more.”

 Y/N drew her brows together and opened her mouth to protest, looking so damn pretty. “I… I don’t think I can.”

 “Yes, you fucking can,” I growl. This is the closest praise she’ll get from me tonight. “Greedy fucking pussy still holding onto my cock. I know she wants some more of my cum. Don’t you think, sweets?” I didn’t give Y/N a chance to answer before I released her throat to hold her thick waist tightly. 

 I pull her down on my cock fast and hard, balls slapping her pussy to make the most pornographic sound. She hesitates about putting her hand near my pelvic to relieve the pressure, but I know she wants to prove to me that she can take me. 

  That’s my girl. 

 I continue to fuck her aggressively at a frantic pace, deeper, brutally until my release rushes to the tip of my cock and shoots inside her. This load may be the heaviest, and of course, she cums and squirts on me… again. Fuck, I love it. I pound into her until my dick pops out of Y/N’s pussy due to her wetness. 

 As I come down from my own high, I watch Y/N shake uncontrollably, panting and whimpering like a bitch in heat. She’s so fucking sexy. She cheated on me. Not once, but twice. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about her. Like I’m trying to prove I’m worthy enough to be her husband…

 Vulnerability and insecurity pings my chest. 

 I hate fucking feeling this way. I shouldn’t be running Y/N a warm bath to bring her to, changing the sheets, and going back to the bathroom to wash her. She cheated on me , so she should be catering to me . I know I neglected her. I haven’t told her I love and appreciate her in months. First time fucking her in months. Don’t remember the last time we went on a date. I know I have been a shitty husband, but still…

 The next morning came, but sleep wouldn’t come to me. So I sat up most of the night watching Y/N sleep. I felt like a fucking creep, however, I couldn’t help myself. She’s just so… perfect. And I’m the first motherfucker to say nothing or no one is perfect in this fucked up life… it just doesn’t apply to her. 

 Eventually, Y/N woke up and we’ve been in this comfortable, yet painful silence. Just us staring at each other and having a conversation with our eyes. I look at her and sometimes I still find it hard to believe that she fucking cheated on me. 

 “Why’d you do it?” I didn’t mind the quiet, but my mind would’ve exploded with how loud it’s being right now. 

 Her deep ochre complexion bathed underneath the sunlight that flashes in our room. She looks surreal, like a goddess. Paid millions for a penthouse to have the pleasure of looking at her first thing in the morning. Not like I have been taken advantage of it anyway. 

 She softly sighs. “Explaining to you why I did it will sound like a justification when it’s not.”

 “Just tell me.”

 “I… I thought you didn’t love me anymore,” she says, quietly. 

 “What?” Y/N’s response surprises the hell out of me, but I can tell this conversation is just as heavy as it is for me because tears start streaking down her cheeks. 

 “You haven’t touched me in almost a year, Toji. Every time I tried, you always rejected me. I felt so embarrassed. You don’t even look at me anymore.”

 “I do.”

 She shakes her head. “Not like how you used to. Not like right now, even if you’re mad at me.”

 Hearing her reason hurts me, but I allow her to continue because she looks like she’s just getting started.

 “I wanted attention. I want to feel desired, alive. Appreciated… loved—”

 “You love that motherfucker?” I growled. 

 “No, Toji. Fuck,” she lets out an exasperated breath, sitting up and allowing the sheets to fall from her chest. I can’t pretend I’m not getting hard while seeing her tits swollen and nipples pebbled, but now isn’t the time. “I feel so pathetic explaining to you. Do you really think I love, let alone look at anyone the way I do with you?”

  No.

 “I know you don’t.”

 “I just want to feel like that girl next door again when I was twenty-five and being reckless with a random guy I spent my whole entire night with. Free. Alive… happy. I just want to be happy with you.”

 Even if it’s not what I wanted to hear, this conversation was needed. I will never forget that Y/N cheated on me, but I can somewhat understand. She’s a stay-at-home wife. I told her I didn’t want her to work. We have no kids. It’s been this way for a decade. Y/N gets bored and lonely. Now that she mentions it, I have rejected or ignored her advances when she tries to have sex.

 Our marriage isn’t perfect. I’m fucked up. She fucked up, but she’s my sanity… I’m not willing to throw that away. 

 I deeply sigh. “I hear you, and I’m sorry that I make you feel like I don’t love you. I do. I fucking love you so much. I would give up my life for you. No hesitation. You know that, right?”

 “I know, baby.” Baby… fuck, I miss the way that sounds.  

 “I’ll work on being a better husband, but let me just say this.” My voice darkens, grabbing her chin to force her to look into my eyes. “No more of that motherfucker. You. Are. Mine. No one else's. You. That pussy. All of you belong to me. Don’t fucking share what’s mine again. I make myself clear?”

 All the tears and pain Y/N had before were replaced. Her beautiful big brown doe eyes deepened with hunger and lust. I know she’s turned on. Her nipples are practically screaming at me and she’s squeezing her thighs underneath the sheets. After all that fucking I gave her last night, she’s craving for more. I guess in a way I do have a lot of months to make up for. 

 “What’s on your mind, pretty girl?”

 “I want you fuck me.”

 I chuckle, closing the distance between our lips. “Is that how you ask?”

 “Toji, please come fuck me. I need you, baby.” Begging so fucking sweetly. 

 “Fuck, Y/N.” I crash my lips onto hers and fuck her endlessly like she asked. 

Reader

 Eventually I had to get ready for tonight’s event after being worshiped for hours by Toji. He fucked me with anger last night, but this morning… he made love to me. Our conversation about my cheating and his lack of effort in our marriage led to endless orgasms that put me to sleep until two hours ago. 

 Now we were hand held walking into a mansion the size of a country. 

 The Zen’in Estate. 

 Every year Toji’s cousin, Naoya, throws a huge party where rich people would come together to be snotty and talk about their wealth. 

 Toji and I live a pretty luxury lifestyle, but this party is definitely not our forte. Nonetheless, we come to show our support because that’s the last piece of family Toji has left and their relationship is good. 

 Unorthodox, but good. 

 Speaking of the devil…

 “Cousin Toji. Y/N. It’s nice to see the beautiful couple make it.” Bleached blonde hair. Piercings, standing at six feet tall—Naoya Zen’in. The resemblance between Toji and his cousin never ceases to amaze me. Whatever is in that Zen’in blood runs deep. Hard to believe they’re just cousins. 

 “Y/N, it’s been awhile and I see you’ve only gotten more beautiful since we last saw each other,” he says, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek. Naoya pulls away, but keeps his hands at an appropriate spot on my back. “Stunning you are. Maybe it’s not too late for you to leave that jackass and come be with me.” Heat crawls in the center of my face at his compliment. I see Naoya is still Naoya. 

 Arrogant, cocky, flirtatious, and bold. Also, handsome. Very handsome, at that. The navy blue suit he’s wearing, where I could tell it’s a custom from how it’s tailored to his body compliments him well. But of course, he knows I’m not interested. 

 Before I opened my mouth to protest, Toji let out a low warning growl and put a possessive hand around my waist to pull me back to his side. “Tread lightly, Zen’in.”

 “Everything okay, Cousin Toji? You seem tense,” he asks, mockingly. 

 “Where’s your wife? I’m sure she wouldn’t appreciate how you’re talking to my wife .” 

 Naoya smirks. “I can guarantee you Teresa doesn’t mind. And to answer your question, she excused herself to the ladies room. Should be back any min—ah, there she is!”

 I turn around and smile when I see Teresa walking toward us. Her natural coils are blown straight and cascading down her back. Beautiful brown skin that was a shade deeper than mine. 

 Teresa had curves of a model. Soft and dipped in the right places that filled her backless navy colored gown perfectly. She was beyond gorgeous. How was Naoya able to charm her into a marriage? Not sure. But here we are anyway. 

 I leave Toji's side to give Teresa a tight hug. “Ah, I miss you, T. It’s been too long. You look so beautiful.”

 “I missed you, too, Y/N. And me? Look at you, gorgeous! Tits out, high slit?” she says cheerfully. “I’m surprised Toji hasn’t pulled you to a room yet.”

 Toji chuckles, placing a kiss on Teresa’s cheek. “That’s what I’m planning on doing later. High slit. Better access.” I feel my cheeks warming up and wetness pooling my panties from his words because I know he’s serious. “It’s good to see you, Teresa. See you haven’t left Naoya yet.”

 “Nope. Not yet. Well, I probably can’t,” Teresa teases while placing a hand on her stomach. She moves to Naoya’s side to which he gives her a sensual kiss. “I’m pregnant.”

 “Really? Congratulations. That’s amazing. I finally have a reason to spend more money,” I elated, earning an eye roll from Toji. It’s his money I’m using, as if he cares because his spending habits are just as bad as mine. “How far along are you?”

 “Nine weeks. We just found out two days ago.” The conversation continues with Teresa and I catching up and discussing baby plans while our husbands bicker, as usual. 

 Eating, mingling, and a few glasses of champagne for me, hours later, Toji and I fell into a comfortable silence while swaying to the sound of music. His hand found comfort on the small of my back, causing heat and chills to radiate my body while my cheek rested on his chest to listen to his heartbreaks. Despite the hiccups in our marriage and my infidelity, Toji’s presence has always been comforting for me. I just feel so safe in his arms like if I am, no one will do me any harm. 

 Though, if looks could kill, half of the men in this room would be dead from Toji’s daggered look. 

 I knew how possessive and overprotective Toji was the moment I became his. Any type of male interaction I have, he gets jealous. No exceptions. Not even his cousin, but of course he’s an exception to not feeling Toji’s fist down his throat because he knows he does it to annoy him. 

 And it works every time. I giggle just thinking about it.

 “Something’s funny?” Toji’s deep and raspy voice breaks me from my thoughts.

 “No,” –I looked up at him–“just the alcohol.”

 “Ready to go home?”

 “No. Already trying to snatch me away?” I tease.

 “Maybe. All these motherfuckers keep staring at you, and I know their thoughts aren’t PG.”

 I shrug. “Cons of having a hot wife, no?”

 He smiles. “You look beautiful, Y/N. I don’t know if I told you that already.” He has. Over a dozen times, but who’s counting? I’m definitely not complaining. 

 I did feel gorgeous tonight. My emerald colored asymmetrical dress with a hint of sparkle matched perfectly with Toji’s eye color. Modest, but sexy with a high slit and strapless to show off the fullness of my tits. Light makeup and claw clip hairstyle that had my tendrils framing my face. 

 “Thank you, Mr. Zen’in. You cleaned up well yourself,” I say, rubbing his bottom lip with my thumb. “You look handsome, baby.” Toji’s favorite color is black. Ninety-nine percent of his wardrobe is black, but it’s just something about this black velvet suit hugging his frame that’s heating my core to flames. Not to mention him gelling his hair back. Fuck, I don’t know if it’s the alcohol thinking, which I know it isn’t, but I just want him to myself right now. 

 “What’s on your mind, Mrs. Zen’in?” The same question from this morning that had me struggling to get out of bed.

 “You know what’s on my mind.”

 He smirks, lowering his head to ghost over my ears. “You want me to fuck that tight pussy again? Last night and this morning wasn’t enough for you?” 

 “Toji,” I softly moan. “Just a quick one.”

 He kisses my neck. “Why should I?”

 “Because your horny wife needs you to make her cum.”

 “Shit,” he groans. “When you say it like that, you make it hard for me to resist.” Toji begins palming my ass, no worries about us being in the middle of the party. 

 So I return the favor, subtly massaging his clothed erection. I already knew how uncomfortably hard he was straining against his pants. I don’t know why he’s playing hard to get. 

 “Y/N.”

 “Come fuck me, Toji.” 

 “Fuck.” Toji lets out a low groan before grabbing my hand to guide me away from the party to find a room. 

 I have a smile on my face, truly convinced that I have an addiction to his touch because the pain and pleasure Toji gives me is all that I crave. 

Suguru

 I’ve been here a fucking hour and I have yet to see Y/N. I’m questioning if Satoru lied just to bring me out to get over her, as he would say. I don’t need to get over Y/N. I just need to fucking see her. To taste her, smell her. Hold her and fuck that tight wet pussy of hers. 

 I tried to get Y/N out of my mind by fucking other people, but it didn’t work. Not even a little. No one takes my cock the way she does. 

 I miss her voice, sweet whimpering sounds while I’m pounding into that warm pussy. I miss how messy she got around me. I can’t fucking stand to be without her. I love her so much it hurts. I still can’t believe she ignored me forty-five times.

 I’m honestly trying to remember if I ever pissed her off while we were still in contact. Aside from my asshole like tendencies that seems to charm her, I can’t think of anything. 

 I’m not interested in anyone else. All the women that have approached and continue to can just save their energy. None of them compare to—

 “Y/N.”

 “Huh?”

 Satoru taps my chest. “Y/N. She’s over there. Looks like she is here with her husband.” 

 I look over in the direction Satoru is pointing and fuck . She looks so fucking sexy. So goddamn beautiful. I’m not even in her proximity and my cock is aching in my pants. She’s wearing a dress that’s baring her thick thighs and has the cushion of her tits out on display that bounces every step she takes. Is it possible to become even more breathtaking over the course of two weeks? 

 In Y/N’s case— yes .

 But my arousal and joy only lasts so long until I realize that she’s being whisked away by her husband. My jaws ticked just seeing that. I expected Y/N to be here with that piece of shit to obtain an image, but she looks… happy. The smile on her smile shows excitement, like they’re about to go… no . 

  You gotta be fucking shitting me . 

 I think no further before my legs start moving and head toward their direction. I hear Satoru calling me, asking me where I’m going, but I don’t have time to tell him. He should know.

 By the time I made it to where I last saw Y/N, she had already disappeared from the party and I suspect into the dark hallway where partygoers probably won’t go. 

 There’s so many rooms in this fucking house. I don’t even know where to start. Calling her name out loud wouldn’t be ideal because I don’t want to scare her or sound creepy, but dammit I’m tempted. 

 As I get deeper in the hall, I hear soft moans and gasps coming from the double door room at the end. I know those sweet sounds from anywhere. 

  Y/N.

 But I’m not the reason why. 

 I lighten my steps as I approach the door and press my ear against it to hear better. 

 “Toji, oh, fuck!” Y/N cries. “Right there, baby. Right fucking there.”

  What the fuck?

 I hear everything. The honeyed whimpers. The harsh thrusts. Her pussy taking cock and gushing around it. Y/N pleading for a release, to go harder and deeper like she asked me. All of it reminded me of our first two times together. Gosh, I fucking miss her. 

 I should be mad. Actually, I am. Pissed, but I can’t act like her getting fucked isn’t turning me on. My cock pressing against my pants wouldn’t allow me to lie. I just wish it was me fucking her wet pussy instead of him.  

 If she needed cock, why didn’t she just reply to my calls and messages? I would’ve shown up without hesitation to please her. To relish that succulent pussy I know would taste like paradise—

 The sound of the door jumping startled me, but… they sound closer. 

 “… yours. This pussy is yours, Toji.”

  The fuck it is!

 I’m holding back my willpower to not bust through the doors and fucking kill her husband, but this is the closest thing I can get to Y/N right now. 

 I shouldn’t be doing this, palming my cock and drinking in all of her moans and drenched pussy I hear being pounded. Maybe, just maybe if I tune out her husband’s praises, I could focus on getting off to Y/N. 

 I look around before unbuckling my slacks to free my cock from its restraint. I shouldn’t be surprised that a bead of my precum is already leaking. Spitting on my hand to mix with precum, I used to lubricate my cock to start fisting myself. 

  “Hm, yes. I love your cock, Toji.”

  She loves my cock. 

 “Keep fucking me. Harder…Harder, please .”

 I grip my cock tighter and pick up the speed of my movements. 

  I’ll fuck you as hard as you want.

 “Do you feel lucky to have me, Toji? Tell me how much you love my pussy.”

  Fuck, you know I feel lucky, Y/N. I like that fat wet pussy so much. I love you, Y/N. 

 Heat spreads throughout my body from the excitement me and my cock are feeling. How does she sound so fucking sweet while taking cock? How can pussy be that good? I’m trying to prevent myself from cumming quickly, not wanting to cum until she does, but she’s making it hard. Me , hard. 

 I pump faster. I just wish it was Y/N doing this for me. I wish it was Y/N full and pretty lips stretch around my cock and taking my thrusts like a good girl. She takes me well in her pussy, I just know she would suck me off like a pro. 

 Thinking about it has me throbbing, aching for a touch. A visual of how she looks right now. Panting. Tears pricking. Tits bouncing obnoxiously. Her wetness, cream everywhere. At this point, I’m practically ripping the flesh off my cock.

 I keep my grunts and harsh breaths low enough so only I can hear. I’m so close to coming. I just want Y/N and I to cum together. 

 “Toji! Fuck! God, I’m about to come again.” A sharp cry comes Y/N. I can hear her husband chuckling and to keep it down before someone hears her, but she doesn’t care. 

 I loll my head against the door to steady myself, massaging my balls and stroking myself to Y/N’s climax. I can get caught. I’m in the middle of the hallway jacking myself off to Y/N being fucked like a creep. But I don’t give a fuck. When it comes to Y/N, I’m unhinged. Feral. I think without reason. 

 “Yes.”

  Yes .

 I circle my hand around my cock with eagerness. 

 “Yes.”

 I release my heavy cum filled balls to twist my length with both hands, showing extra love to my tip. 

 “Right there.”

 I’m here, Y/N.

I thrust my hips into my palms while fisting myself.

 “Keep giving it to me, Toji.”

  I’ll give you everything, anything you want, pretty girl. Just cum for me, okay?

 After that… my mind goes blank. My core stills as my release spills out, coating my hand and the door. I tug my bottom lip into my mouth to prevent my moans from slipping. The last time I orgasmed like this was when I fucked Y/N. I needed this. I needed to cum so badly. Of course, it’s not the same because I’m not the one who just fucked her, but this will do for now until I talk to her.

 I didn’t have time to come down from my high before I heard Y/N and her husband fixing themselves to come out. I tuck my cock back in my pants, clean my release off the door, and find a bathroom further down the hall to clean myself up.

 I didn’t expect to jack off to Y/N getting fucked by that jackass. It just happened. I couldn’t miss the opportunity because hearing her come sounds better than having sex with other women. 

 “Fuck, get it together, Suguru,” i mutter go myself. I just can’t help myself when it comes to the woman I love. 

 I leave the bathroom and think to myself how am I going to get Y/N away from her husband so we can talk—alone. Going up to her while she’s next to him wouldn’t be smart because I’m sure the fucker would know it’s me the minute he sees how I look at her. 

 Maybe I should try texting her? 

  No .

 I’ve already texted her twenty-five times. If I make it twenty-six, she’ll think I’m weird and creepy. 

 I don’t want her to have that impression of me. 

 The last thing I want is to involve Satoru in my love life, but I can probably have him–

 Y/N. 

 She’s less than ten feet away from me and alone. Perfect .

 “Y/N!” I call loud enough for her ears only. She turns around, big brown eyes zero in on me, shocked that she sees me, like I’m a ghost. 

 “Suguru? Wh-” I take three long strides to close the space between us before she questions why I’m here or protests. 

 Talking to her in the middle of the hallway wouldn’t be ideal, so I grab her wrist and pull her into the closest room to us, not caring about her objections and attempt to break my hold. I lock the door and pull her into my chest, inhaling her creamy vanilla and warm berries scent I love so much.

 “Y/N, I miss you.”

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The Angel with Horns Pt. 3

summary: things get a little steamy when your new love interest, geto, walks in on you messing around with gojo. one is lonely, two is a party, but is three really a crowd?

this part is pure smut & minimal plot so feel free to read it as a one shot. but there are some references to the other parts, so if you're interested in a little bit of plot, i'll link parts 1 & 2 below!

wordcount: 4.9k (this one is 3 chapters with an epilogue!)

c/w: gojo/fem!reader, geto/fem!reader, gojo/oc, geto/oc, modern!au, smut, fluff & smut, some plot, plot what plot, rough!sex, asshole!gojo, flirty!gojo, cocky!gojo, dom!geto, sub!gojo, soft!geto, rough!geto, threesome, spitroasting, anal play, anal, double penetration, mutual pining, confessing, teasing, flirting, playful banter, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, sensual tension, sexual tension, pet names, fingering, oral, fantasizing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, inappropriate use of cursed energy, inappropriate use of cursed techniques

a/n: thanks for all the love on the last two parts! I wanted to try something a little different for this last part soooo i tried out multiple povs! let me know how you like it 👀

Read Part 1 Here | Read Part 2 Here

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Chapter 9: Rules

SUGURU GETO

I walk into the apartment and find you settling yourself onto the table. Your chest rises and falls as you inhale deep breaths. From the side I get a glimpse of liquid dripping down your pussy. I can tell you’ve been fucked—fucked real good.

My gaze shifts to Satoru, and I’m nowhere near surprised. We’ve talked about the idea of sharing partners, but I didn’t expect him to act so soon—and especially with you. I’ve only had you in my bed for one night, but of course the little troublemaker couldn’t wait. When I told him I wanted to date you, I thought he’d have the decency to let me ask about sharing first. He’ll pay for that later.

I can’t blame him though, I mean look at you. The radiance in your face, the perkiness of your tits, the smoothness of your thighs—all of it ignites me every time I see you. It’d be insulting if he didn’t feel the same way too. 

As you lay out in front of him, I notice how your body still trembles with pleasure. Knowing you were pleased by another man doesn’t bother me—not when I know I can do it ten times better. Nevertheless, I put on a scene for entertainment. “Satoru, you cheeky little bastard. When I said take care of her while I’m gone, I didn’t mean it like that.”

Satoru turns to me, like he’s searching for forgiveness. In my head, I laugh because I know it’s just for show. “Hey, I—” he stammers.

Your eyes snap towards me. I can tell you’re nervous, scared, confused. But don’t worry baby girl, let me take care of you…just like I always do. I lift my brow and form a soft smile to let you know I’m here to play. “Well, are you going to let me join, or am I just gonna sit here and watch?”

Satoru turns back towards you and I can tell his mouth is curling into that stupid smirk, “See angel, I told you he wouldn’t mind sharing.” He’s right, I don’t mind sharing. A pretty pussy like yours deserves to be filled to your heart’s desire.

It takes a moment, but your gaze becomes curious and your lips gently part. “Excuse me?” you ask softly as your eyes lock with mine.

“If you’re okay with it, of course,” I add.

The way you slowly rise from the table has me hard in an instant. You sit yourself up and I think back to this morning when I had you to myself. The taste of your lips still lingers on my tongue, the feeling of your clit still rests on my fingers. As the blood rushes through me I feel my hunger draw me closer to you.

“I’m okay with it. If you two are.”

I check in with Satoru and he returns a nod. His brow perks up and the look on his face says, I told you so.

I brush it off as I toss my clothes on the floor and make my way towards you. When I’m inches away, I feel your breath hit my chest. The sunlight from the window begins to fade and an overcast of red haze fills the room. We haven’t even touched and I’m already slipping into the beast you once knew.

I angle your head up and lean down to touch my lips onto yours. My kisses start off tender, but slowly become more desperate. I hear you purr in desire, but nothing can rival my growls of hunger. I grab your waist and pull you to the edge of the table until my cock teases your entrance. My grip gets tighter when I hear a yelp from your lips.

In the distance, Satoru clears his throat. I can tell he wants some, but he’s had you to himself for the last two hours. Such a greedy little fucker—it’s my turn now.

The noise causes you to hesitate, but I tilt your chin back towards me. “Let him watch.”

I continue to shower you with kisses down your throat as my hands move down to lift your thighs. I slip my tip inside your folds and edge you until you begin to moan.  You’re wet, warm, and the ridges of your walls hook on to me, leaving me breathless. I keep it nice and slow, knowing how tight you are around me. 

The feeling of your pussy around my cock makes me groan. It takes every bit of strength to stop myself from drilling into you. As you wrap your arms around me and drop your head back to release your cries, I feel the tension build up around my groin. When I finally drive myself inside, your grip on my neck activates and your moans bounce towards the ceiling.

I feel Satoru’s glare burn into my head as he lets out another cough. “Shut up, Satoru.” Fucking needy. “If you’re gonna use your mouth, at least put it to good use.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” he huffs.

“Beggars can’t be choosers, so do it. Now,” I scowl back.

“Yes, sir.”

People may think Satoru is the strongest, but he’s got a weakness for authority—something no one else dares to give him.

I pick you up from the table so that your legs wrap around me and your fingers tangle into my hair. Without breaking your kiss, I turn you towards Satoru so he can make his way behind you and glide his hands around your waist. He kisses your neck for a moment, before slowly falling to his knees. His lips trail down your back until his hands and his mouth land on your ass.

His tongue gently grazes your center as he licks up the liquid from your pussy, and guides it to your rear. The feeling must make you tremble because all you can whisper is, “Fuck.”

The sound is wet, sloppy, but oh so wonderful. I continue to thrust myself into you, making sure each motion is filled with desire and intention. Seeing you writhe with pleasure on my dick sends goosebumps across my skin. I’m panting just to catch my breath, but the sound you make keeps sending me into a wild frenzy.

Your tone radiates through us, making our movements become more feral. I switch my grip to your backside so I can start pounding into you. Satoru leaves his tongue sprawled out against your ass, licking your hole every time you grind into him. Each stroke has you cursing under your breath.

Every time I slide out, my hold around you gets tighter, spreading you wide for Satoru to get his fill. I hear him moan until he works his mouth back up your spine, returning his face just inches from your ear. “Are you feeling good, angel?” he whispers.

You hum back in return.

I tilt my head to the side and shoot daggers back at Satoru. “I didn’t say you could get up.”

His brow rises with a hint of surprise.

A devious smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Get back down.”

Satoru’s hands roam your body, but his gaze doesn’t break mine. “Make me.”

I set you down, and immediately catch you when your knees begin to wobble. I hope I didn’t break you just yet, we still have so much more to go. I glance over and see you longing for more. My god, you’re so beautiful—it pains me that I had to stop.

“Sorry baby girl.” I lean over to give you a kiss before I turn my focus to Satoru. “Looks like I have a brat to tame.”

I click my teeth to get his attention and point towards the living room. “You, couch.” To my surprise, Satoru actually listens.

Before we follow, I get down to your ear to make sure you’re alright. “Do you want to continue?” I whisper, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

“Yes.” My heart races when I see an eager smile dance across your lips.

I pull up one of the chairs from the table and position myself directly in front of the couch. As I relax into my seat, I gesture over to you. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s see how well you ride him.”

I see your cheeks flush and the space between your thighs tighten. When the room goes silent I can’t tell if the heartbeat I hear is mine or yours. As you walk your way over, I see the way the red light hugs your curves. Your body is a dream, I struggle to stay in control. Fuck, the rush of desire makes my dick pulsate, I can’t help but jack myself off. 

When you reach Satoru, you begin to straddle him, but I stop you before you go all the way. Did you think I’d be able to get off without seeing that pretty little pussy of yours? “Nope. Remember, love. Eyes on me. The whole time.” 

You turn around and the look across your face tells me you’re pleading for forgiveness. But it’s okay, you’re still our good girl. As you settle onto Satoru, he takes your thighs into his hands. I watch your folds stretch as you ease yourself onto him. Your effortless glide means I’ve done my job to lube you up—the thought sends a jolt through my body. As you slide yourself up and down his dick, I hear your breath begin to falter. You like this, don’t you?

Your tempo picks up and I hear you moan in delight. “F-fuck.”

My gaze trails from your eyes, to your mouth, and it continues to drop lower. With the way your hands are positioned on the edge of the couch, I can’t help but admire the way it accentuates your tits. God, these are all the places I want to kiss, but a wise man knows how to show restraint.

You continue to push yourself into Satoru, taking in every last inch of his dick. Every time you pick yourself up, I hear you hiss between your teeth as you thrust your way back down. The way you move shows me you’re approaching your peak.

When Satoru notices how much you’re enjoying yourself, he leans in close to whisper something in your ear. “He might be calling the shots, but remember whose dick you’re riding, angel.”

His comment seems to rip through you. I see a rush of desire ignite your soul as you pick up your pace. While I love seeing you pleasure yourself, it seems like the brat still hasn’t learned his lesson.

I glance at Satoru and arch my brow. “You know, I was going to be nice and let you come when she does. But just for that, don’t even think about doing so until I tell you to. How does that sound?”

He tries to speak, but the words barely come out. “Li–like a challenge, and I accept.”

Just as I thought, always a winner.

I rise from the chair and kneel in front of you, until my mouth is inches away from yours. I plant a soft kiss on your lips while my thumb gently plays with your clit. “Ride him and ride him well, beautiful.”

You let out a cry that sends a shock through the entire room. After that, the sound of your ass smacking Satoru’s hips is the only thing I hear. I look down to see how wet your pussy is—it’s absolutely soaked. As you drip down his shaft your head rolls back and you let out a cry. “Yes, good girl. Just like that.”

You drive yourself onto him and I’m impressed at how well you’re taking him. Each thrust becomes more passionate than the one before. You’re so close, so fucking close. I can see it in your eyes, feel it on your skin, and taste it on your lips. Come for us.

Satoru strains from behind. “Fuck, Suguru— I can’t.”

Wanting to come before our girl does? How rude. “I don’t care, hold it. Use limitless if you have to.”

“Suguru—”

My voice is cool and resolute. “No.”

Satoru struggles, but maintains control as you do one final push to find release. The glass inside your core has shattered and now you’re falling into pieces. Goosebumps form throughout your body and your skin heats up. Satoru must’ve used limitless because I feel the vibrations from his barrier tremble through your skin. As you try to steady your breathing I take my fingers and curl them under your chin, allowing you to shift your gaze to me.

“Good job, beautiful.” I take one last look into your eyes before sealing your orgasm with a kiss. “How are you? Do you feel good?”

You relax your body onto Satoru’s chest and look up towards the ceiling, “I feel fantastic.”

“Good. And you, Satoru?”

He looks at me through the sweaty strands of hair that graze his face. “You are a fucking sadist.”

I let out a soft laugh and pat him on the shoulder. “Looks like the little troublemaker has settled his debt.”

As I go to grab tissues to help clean yourself off, I hear your sweet voice call out to me. My ears perk up and I turn around to see your face. Everything about you, about this, about us is perfect. I take one more moment to savor you before I respond to your call.

“Suguru, I want to feel you too,” you say.

That’s my girl. My smile goes wide as I hand you the tissues and nudge Satoru with my elbow. “Hear that, Satoru? I guess someone wasn't good enough for our girl.”

He playfully shoves me back, letting out a soft chuckle.

“No—I…” you start.

Before you can finish wiping yourself down, I scoop you up and carry you over to my room. My head turns back to Satoru. “Let me show you how it’s really done.”

Chapter 10: Reverse

SATORU GOJO

I roll my eyes at the comment and follow you two into the room. Suguru lays you on the bed and rests at your side. I watch as you remain completely absorbed in his eyes. Tsk. Show off. He may know how to take control, but I’ve felt you enough times to know just how you like it.

I make my way over and lower myself onto the bed. As I steady myself with one hand, the other hand grazes your thigh. “Did you mean that, angel?” 

You break eye contact with Suguru as you turn towards me. Your look shows defiance, but the curve of your lips show desire. Ever since we’ve reunited, your aura has been assertive, bold—just the way I like it. On the outside, you claim to hate my advances, but seeing your energy has told me quite the opposite. Every time you let your thirst take over, my craving for you intensifies.

Suguru places his hand across your waist for reassurance. “It’s okay, you can answer,” he says to you.

My eyes snap up and pierce right through him. “I didn’t ask you.”

His brow perks up in amusement. “Oh? Okay, I’ll bite.” Suguru eases off and gestures to me. “Please, continue.”

I turn back to you and check if you’re alright. The last thing I’d want to do is scare you away. Suguru and I can go at each other’s throats all we like—but right now, you are my priority. “May I continue?”

Your smile is sultry as your eyes lock on to mine. “Yes.” Your reply fans the flames within my core.

We hold our gaze as my hand wanders around your body. Your skin is smooth as porcelain. Your breasts feel supple and tender. The way you quiver from my touch has me instantly aroused. I can’t help but be mesmerized by your beauty.

I nuzzle my mouth into your neck while the pads of my fingers find their way to your clit. They’re met with the warm liquid between your thighs. You start to tremble as I rub circles around your center. “Tell me, angel. Did I not make you feel good earlier? Because I can stop touching you at any time.”

Your eyes close shut while a soft moan escapes your lips. Goosebumps form all over your body. “P-please, don’t stop.” Your voice is hushed, but desperate.

My eyes shift over to Suguru and I can tell he’s restless, waiting to pounce. I give him a nod before focusing my attention back to you. One by one, I shower you with kisses—up your neck, under your chin, I don’t ease up until my lips are met with yours. Suguru follows suit and uses his tongue to lick your nipple, his mouth handling you with the utmost care.

He trails his hand down your body until we both meet near your folds. I continue to pleasure your clit while he gently pushes his fingers inside you. The motion steals the air from your lungs. You do your best to steady your breath, but it gets countered by your moans. Everything about you at this moment is beautiful. The way you look, the way you taste, the way you sound—all of it makes me want to please you even more.

We continue our motions until our hands move in sync. The rhythm causes you to squirm. I can tell the tension is building up inside you, but unlike Suguru, I can give you what you want. I break our kiss to whisper in your ear. “Do you want us, angel?” The sound of my voice echoes through you.

You look up and nod your head to agree.

I adjust myself onto my knees, taking my length in hand. As your eyes follow me, my other hand threads into your hair. I angle you towards my cock and say, “Show me.”

You’re taken aback, but ultimately challenge me with a devilish smile.

What can I say? I may not be a sadist, but I’ll admit I’m still a tease.

As you crawl up to me, you wrap your lips around my tip. The warmth of your mouth resurrects my pent up pleasure from before. Your tongue swirls around my head while your hand moves up and down my shaft. You take me in with ease, but I fight the urge to erupt. God, angel. You feel so good. 

As you continue to work my cock, Suguru picks himself up and positions himself behind you. He continues to plant his lips all around your body, carefully restraining the rest of his movements. I’m surprised he doesn’t jump at the opportunity to consume you, but his nod tells me he’s relinquished all control.

I decide to throw him a bone. After all, dogs need to eat too. “Suguru, our little angel is doing so well. Want to give her a reward?”

He listens intently, but his movements remain slow to keep the mood. When he kisses his way down your spine, he finally grabs a hold of your ass and rises to his knees. He teases your slit, wiping your liquid all around you. “Oh baby girl, you are still dripping.” 

When he finally glides his way inside, I feel your whimper vibrate against my dick. Fuck. Once you fully adjust to his size, we coordinate our movements until our tempos match. I continue to slide my length into your mouth, watching you enjoy every last inch. I ask if you’re doing alright, but your response is a hum of desire. Oh, yes. Do you like it when we fill you like this? Your moans only get louder from there.

On the other end, Suguru’s thrusts start to speed up. The sound of his hips smack into you, each beat makes your throat pulsate around me. When your cries get louder, he grabs a handful of your ass before planting a firm slap on your cheeks. I admire the way you take us so well, a perfect mold made to fit us both.

As you savor the pleasure, Suguru and I buck our hips in unison, making you feel entirely whole. The sound of your pussy, the hum of your lips—it sends a rush of ecstasy through my soul. I look down to catch the bliss in your eyes. My heart flutters at your beauty.

I slow down my movements and ease my grip off your hair. I guide myself out of you and immediately pull you up until your face is inches away from mine. My lips completely devour you, but nothing can convey how grateful I am for this moment. I deepen our kiss before pulling away. “You’re doing so well, angel. You are truly perfect.”

Suguru’s smile tells me he agrees. He closes in on you until you’re sandwiched in between us, resting his hands at your waist. He whispers in your ear while I lower myself down and drag my tongue around your tits. “Can you handle more?”

You nod before letting your words tumble from your lips. “I need you two to come for me.”

“Where?” he asks, his tone is curious, but he already knows the answer.

You turn towards me with complete resolve. “Inside.”

A grin sweeps across my face as I instantly grab your hips and pull you down to straddle me. I let you grind your hips against me, spreading all of your liquid on the base of my dick.

When you finally have me coated, you lift yourself up and settle back down onto my cock. Your mouth was great, but your pussy feels divine. As you gently bounce yourself on top of me, the tension within me intensifies. “Fucking hell, angel. You’ve been getting railed all day and your pussy is still so tight. How do you keep up?”

You glance at me, with a smug look before getting down to whisper in my ear. “I had a great teacher.” You end your statement with a playful wink and it drives me absolutely feral. Your words alone have me on the brink of release, but I would never finish before satisfying you—that would just be rude.

As you arch your back to give Suguru a better view of your ass, he uses his fingers to tease the hole between your cheeks. “Baby girl, are you sure?” he asks.

You turn your head to speak to him directly. “Yes, sir.” 

Suguru’s face lights up and becomes absolutely ravenous. His tight grip takes a hold of your waist and pushes his way inside, still being careful not to hurt you. His length stretches your asshole while mine stretches your pussy, making you scream in pleasure as your head drops to my chest. My movements remain shallow while Suguru’s rhythm takes the lead.

After the initial drive, he lets you mold to his size—gently letting the cream from your pussy lubricate your hole. As Suguru’s movements gradually get faster, I feel your heart rate increase. Your whimpers become unsteady and I can feel the way his thrusts vibrate through you. Every push has your walls tense around me. 

“F-fuck. That feels—” you struggle to get out.

“Use your words, angel. Let us hear it.” My gaze locks onto you with conviction. You can take it.

“That feels so good. Don’t—” Your breaths are heavy, but your voice emerges with determination. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

There’s my feisty little angel.

Although my drives are stifled, there’s still enough room for me to thrust and work towards pleasure. Every time we move in sync the feeling leaves you gasping for air. Your whimpers turn to moans, and your moans turn to cries. The rhythm of our drives break you apart.

“Fuck–I’m…” You’re on the edge. The movements go faster.

“Don’t stop.” Your walls clench. The pressure gets harder.

“I’m comi—” You reach your peak. It’s okay because we’re there too.

“I’m coming.” You cry as you finally burst and your body relaxes around us. Ripples of euphoria cascade throughout the room. In the distance, I hear Suguru’s groan complement yours. He’s reached his limit too.

As your body writhes I can feel your pussy throb around me. It’s enough to jumpstart my climax, but I need just a bit more. When Suguru finally releases, I grip you tight to get in one last push. My tip drives into the edge of your cervix and it’s enough to send me over.

I feel my come shoot into you and a rush of bliss fills my body. I begin to tremble as it heats up against the warmth of your pussy. My blood runs hot, but my skin turns cold.

While I savor this peak, the sight of you replays through my head. I see your beautiful face, I feel your soft hair, I grip your luscious thighs. All of it intensifies the pleasure running through me. I wish this sensation would never end.

My breath begins to slow as the waves of my climax slowly subside. Feeling completely relaxed, I rest my eyes and I see visions—memories of us. We’re meeting in the hallway, kissing on the desk, laughing together and enjoying a meal. Even through all the quips and jabs, all I see is the way you smile. I bask in this moment for as long as I can. When I open my eyes, I’m happy to see that you’re not just a dream. Your gaze latches onto mine and I can’t help but smile.

You are truly a gift sent from above. Forget everything you used to know, this is why I call you angel.

Chapter 11: Release

I shift onto my back and my head sinks into a pillow. My eyes close shut as I regain my control. I can’t even wrap my mind around what just happened. There’s no way this is real, right?

Suguru and Satoru cuddle up against me and I realize that this is, in fact, reality. Satoru graces me with kisses on my neck while Suguru grabs a tissue to clean me up. I’m still high on their touch and drunk from their taste. If every day was like this, I truly wouldn’t mind.

“Still with us?” Suguru purrs. His voice is smooth as it echoes through me.

“Huh?” I open my eyes to see his face. His hair is swept up and tied, but his signature strand still falls.

Satoru jumps in. “We thought we lost you there, angel. How are you feeling?” As I turn to him, I get lost in the endless pools of blue that stare into my soul.

I let out a sigh of relaxation. “Never been better.”

“So…” Satoru pauses. “Does this mean I still get glowing reviews for being your mentor? Because I feel lik—” 

Suguru cuts him off, ruffling his hair. “Shut the hell up.” 

“Yes, sir.” Satoru’s tone is firm, but his eyes present a challenge. He turns away to mutter under his breath. “It’s a fair question though.”

I sneer and playfully nudge him off the bed.

“Hey!” Satoru yelps.

Suguru chuckles as he caresses my cheek. His face lights up with a teasing grin. “Come on love, no need for violence. I already have one brat to deal with, and I don’t need two.”

My eyes soften as I smile. “Yes, sir.” I gladly oblige.

There’s a moment of silence before we all break into laughter. Maybe this is what heaven feels like.

Epilogue

The morning rolls around, but this time we find ourselves in Satoru’s room instead. I’m still half asleep but I can feel Suguru kiss my forehead before he gets out of bed. As he heads over to his room, I realize that it’s Monday which means Suguru has to leave for his mission. It also means Satoru and I have to head to work. Damn. When he finishes getting ready, Suguru returns to the room to say goodbye.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” I say to him as I lift myself up to rest on my elbows.

Suguru lowers himself down to give me a kiss. “I’ll be back in a few days, but I promise you’re in good hands.” He tilts his head to wink at Satoru.

I look back to see that Satoru is awake. He stretches and yawns before wrapping his arm across my body. His body radiates against my cold skin. There’s a comforting presence to his embrace that I would’ve never expected. Once again I’m reminded that this is nice—this Satoru is nice.

“Have fun,” Suguru chuckles as he leaves the room.

When Suguru is out of sight, Satoru runs his hand up my waist. He trails my curves and looks up to me with a suggestive smile. A silent dialogue unfolds between us.

I shrug in agreement. What can I say? His touch is electric.

He pauses, and turns to grab an item off his nightstand, lifting his brow to gauge my interest.

Before I reply, I look at my phone to check the time. We have time. The corners of my mouth curve as I nod. I lay back down and raise my arms until my hands meet the headboard.

His pupils widen in surprise. Not what you were expecting? Though his eyes are blue, I can feel them turn into fire.

In the distance, I hear Suguru call out to us as he leaves. “I’ll be out for a little bit. So Satoru, I’m leaving it to you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of our girl.” Satoru calls back. We only have an hour before work starts, but he wraps his blindfold around my wrists anyways. “Isn’t that right, angel?”

a/n: thank you for reading!!! this was such a fun story to write. it's also my first fic so if you have any feedback, i'm happy to hear it (: also shout out to @0nyes for posting about Geto being a brat tamer, because that inspired a good bulk of this threesome hahaha.

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synopsis: hopeful to spark some romance between you and your neighbor, suguru, whom you've been crushing on for a long time, you knock on his door. however, he has different plans for you.

note: hello! this is my submission for @toji-bunny-girl 's kinktober collab! hope you guys missed me!

[this post contains dark contents. please don't proceed if you're sensitive]

warnings: mdni, dark content, ghost face suguru x afab reader, bloodplay, knife play, degradation, killer/victim relationship

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it takes a lot of courage to be where you are right now. a tight, black dress wraps around your body, your face lightly sculptured with bold, blood red lips to fit with the 'halloween theme', your knuckles out and up high. just two knocks, and that's all. why so nervous? it's just suguru, your lovely neighbor. it's not like he isn't interested in you either, it was just a matter of time one of you made a move.

okay. here goes nothing.

your knuckles make contact with the wooden door while your other hand is occupied with tightly (and i mean tight enough to give you a hand cramp) holding an expensive bottle of wine. although you're not much of a wine person, you tried to match suguru's intellectual appearance at least. and who knows? it might look sexy too. why is he taking so long to answer the door? should you knock again? you nervously look down to check if your shoes- wait, what the fuck? are those high heels on the mat? why didn't you see-

"oh, hi! suguru! hi! uhm, i didn't interrupt anything did i?" fuck fuck fuck fuck you definitely walked in on a date.

"hey... uh, sorry, i kinda had someone over." suguru looks messy. his long, black hair that is usually gathered in a stylish bun is now fully on display. strands of his hair cover his eyes, he truly looks beautiful, but unordinary. he's fully clothed, so it mustn't be anything sexual. could he perhaps be drunk?

you quickly hide the bottle behind you.

"right, sorry. i was just wondering if you had any... coffee?" dumbass, who asks for coffee at this hour?

"sorry, not much of a coffee person." suguru's sweet smile seems forced this time, the warm face that usually greets you is gone. you feel so embarrassed too, you just want to get the fuck out of this situation and chug that bottle of wine.

"ah alright... thanks anyway, i'll... see you around"

"good night" suguru quickly closes the door. it's weird though, did you actually interrupt something? why did the place seem so empty? anyways, you've had enough with poking your nose into suguru's business tonight. too bad you spent two hours shaving, bathing and prepping up. at least the courage shot you took helped you get through the thing.

another long shower, a two hour film and a bottle of wine later, you finally make your way towards your bedroom. you force yourself on the bed and wait a moment for the dizziness to disappear. the wine works like magic and you manage fall asleep way earlier than you'd anticipated.

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the sudden breeze in your room doesn't bother you, but the sudden shift of energy in your room is enough to wake you up from your sleep. your room is merely lit by the full moon up in the sky, which is now fully seen with your window suddenly open. you take a glance at the dark room, everything seems normal. it must be the wind. before you get up to close the window, you check the time on your phone. it's only 3 am. despite having a guest over, suguru's side of the wall is painfully quiet. your walls, which are normally paper thin, seems to have thickened. maybe it's for the best, best for you.

once your feet touch the ground, you feel a sudden rush of adrenalin. what's this strange feeling? the breeze must have gotten you sick. you wobble towards the window. only the sound of your footsteps can be heard. wait, don't you have a rug here? how can you hear your footsteps?

"good morning, princess"

stiff, thick arms wrap around your neck with a sudden move and you freeze where you are. you can only make out the thin, black cloth around his body and the shiny knife that is pressing against your cheek. you try to speak up, but neither your brain nor his arm is letting you.

"did you sleep well?" the voice is eerily close to your ear but it's slightly muffled. you can feel that his frame is way larger than yours, you are in complete disadvantage here. struggling is unnecessary, you can easily get yourself cut. so you just let your body loose and let him guide you.

"this easily?" he chuckles. "i thought you would put up a fight." he loosens his arm just a little for you to breathe again, and maybe to respond. or, maybe he's just rewarding your submission.

"who... are you? what do... you want?" you pant. the breeze directly hits your face now. with the corner of your eye, you see his faint reflection the window.

it's a mask. a white mask. though you can't make out what he really is, he is truly much larger than you, that's for sure. maybe it's the wine that helps you stay calmer than anyone else would. maybe it's just who you are. who would have thought you would be a victim of a halloween murder?

"what do i want? i don't know." he walks backwards towards the bed. "i got bored." he releases you and throws you towards your bed. once your dizziness disappears, you finally take a look at him.

a ghost face. he wears that mask from scream and a thin, black robe. his physique shines underneath the fabric, you would call him slutty if he wasn't pointing a big ass knife towards you right now.

ghost face leans over you, that's when his robe slightly exposes his chest. why, on the brink of death, do you want to fuck this man? is this adrenalin? the alcohol? maybe you have always been a freak. or maybe he just seems familiar.

you rest on your elbows. ghost face is intrigued by your courage, but stands his ground. he lifts your chin up with the tip of his knife. that's when you get a chance to fully look at his face, up close. although there is not much to analyze, you still hold eye contact with the mask. ghost face tilts his head to the side as if he's challenging you. you still stand still, heavily breathing. your heart is about to explode before he gets a chance to stab it, honestly.

as he tilts his hair, two strands of hair fall over the porcelain white mask. huh? they look like bangs. do men even have bangs? men that are this tall? the men that smell like that?

"suguru?" you gasp. you truly feel terrified now. god, maybe you shouldn't have exposed him like this, always best to play dumb.

ghost face lets out a very loud, cynical laugh.

"you're smarter than you seem, huh? or maybe should i say brave?"

you make a move to sit back, but the edge of his knife presses harder. a sharp pain down your chin holds you in place, a pain that is followed by a fast warmth that trails down your chest. ghost face doesn't move an inch. "oops" he says like a little bitch he is.

"why are you here? what are you going to do with me?" you grip the sheets under your palms. your eyes are watering, you can't help it. but you hold yourself, you won't shed a tear at all.

"i felt bad for rejecting your little date offer, so i came here to surprise you! i must have been late though. look, i'm all dressed for you! now where's your slutty vampire costume from earlier?" his voice becomes very clear to you but in a completely different tone. the sweet, respectful and genuine suguru you know (or thought you knew) is absent. this man is psychotic and demeaning; his voice, his stance, his moves...

"that's it? be real."

"ooh, courageous i see... did you drink that entire bottle by yourself?" fuck. "nah, you just saw too much."

"too much? of what? i don't understand."

"my little date! the one you walked straight into? you came before i could even throw away her shoes! you should've seen how much you scared me!"

"i don't understand anything suguru..."

he laughs again.

"do you always need everything to be said straight away?" he mocks you. "i killed her, doll."

your body freezes. sure, you could have guessed it, you have guessed it. but hearing it straight from the man?

your tears escape, not in a sob, they just escape. tears wet your puffy cheeks and meet the thin trail of blood on your neck.

you move your hand up to cusp ghost face's cheek. you move slowly and carefully.

"i don't care if you killed her." he halts. surely you must have surprised him. hell, you surprised yourself too. but hey, nothing to loose right now.

"i don't care. suguru, do you know for how long i've been dreaming about you?" you rub small circles on the plastic with your thumb and slowly work your way under the mask. "i want you so bad. i bought a dress for tonight, one that i will never get to wear again. i bought a fine bottle of wine to look intellectual to you. i did all of these for you."

you flick the mask with your thumb and move it above his head. there he is, suguru geto, with all his glory. shock in his eyes, thin brows high, mouth agape. you brush your thumb over his soft lips.

"if you want to kill me, kill me. but at least give me the courtesy of pleasuring me for one last time."

"you want me to fuck you? what kind of a maniac are you?" he laughs.

"what do i have to lose?" your face is stern, you don't laugh along with him.

"i want to see you bleed." he warns you.

"i'll let you do anything to my body." suguru sees the flame in your eyes. if he didn't know better, he would think you want to kill him.

suguru thinks for a second. his eyes wander over your messy hair, naked shoulders, your bloody tank top, your panties.

"lay down and do as i say." he orders you. you do so, while holding eye contact with him.

you lay flat beneath him, your feet dangle off of the bed. he leans over you and starts moving the knife over your body lightly. it almost tickles. feels like small needles all over your body, the feeling is surprisingly exciting. the knife runs over your collarbones, neck, arms... you wonder how the sharp, cold metal would feel further down.

he stabs the point of it on the fabric of your tank top, careful to not cut you. he drags the knife down and cuts the fabric like it's butter. the tight tank top bursts open. the coldness of the room embraces your bare chest now. suguru can't help but be amazed at your body. such a shame, he thinks, it will all go to waste.

he presses the flat side of the knife right on top of your nipple. the sudden sensation makes you shiver and the stimulation makes you let out a small gasp. suguru is entertained by your reaction, so he repeats the same process on your other breast. your eyes shut close for a moment. your pussy is throbbing with excitement, waiting for its return.

"open your eyes." suguru's face is painted with a smug smirk. "be a good girl and don't move." he orders and you stay silent. he looks right into your eyes as he throws away his mask and (painfully) slowly slides his robe down. he's now left with his tight black boxers and usual bun. the moonlight behind him outlines his muscular figure perfectly. his pale skin shines like a pearl, and you can trace every single muscle on his body with your eyes. his gigantic figure, to anyone else, surely would be terrifying. and had you not known him beforehand, everything would have been different.

suguru rests one of his knees down to the bed to balance himself. he lays the knife down to the side. he grabs you from your hips to adjust you, he brings your entire body onto the bed. he does it as if you weight nothing.

his soft lips roughly dance on your skin, almost as if he wants to bruise you with his lips. he moves around your neck, your bare chest but never your face. hungry for at least a bit of intimacy, you rest your hand on the back of his head and gently pull him closer to your face. suguru's thin lips form a smirk. he knows what you want exactly, but he doesn't want to please you; not yet, not unless you deserve it.

he stops you until you've brought him closer to your face. your lips stay apart in anticipation when suguru starts whispering. his hot breath hits your cold face and his low, demonic voice sends shivers down your spine.

"do you think you've earned it?" he asks you. "why would a needy slut like you deserve a kiss?"

tears start rolling down your cheeks in frustration as you manage to let out a silent "please kiss me"

you yearn so much for some sort of warmth right now. any kind. you want him to hug you, kiss you, call you beautiful names. that's what you always wanted, to be his pretty little partner. you always imagined him as an old school romantic boyfriend, but it looks like you were wrong big time.

"kiss you? so needy!" suguru gets on his knees above you, he looks down on you. his lips and cheeks have blood smeared on them. his black boxers are bit tight and you're upset that you couldn't even get him fully erect yet. "want me to kiss you?"

you hum in response.

"then suck me off." he commands. without even waiting for you to react, he lifts you back up. in an instant, suguru has you on your knees on the ground, his palm gripping on your head tightly. you look up at him, suguru can read your neediness in your eyes, your eyes that are big and glassy. if everything played differently, he probably could feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight.

"the fuck are you waiting for?" he growls. his hands grip on your hair tightly and he earns a small moan from you. you try so hard to not be as aroused as you are now, but you can't help it. you want him to fuck you until you bleed. you will let him do anything to you.

with suguru's hand on your head guiding you to his crotch, you're suddenly eye to eye with his black boxers. he's getting hard, but it's obvious he's not completely there yet. still, the bulk is frighteningly large. before you can even see it properly, you're anxious if you'll be able to fit it in your mouth.

you finally gather your courage and release his cock. it's pink and veiny and as anxiety inducingly big as you had anticipated. you're amazed and slightly embarrassed at how small your hand looks on it.

you play with his length with your fingers, slightly dragging them from the base to the tip. your touch is soft, unlike suguru's hand and overall manner. you dance your fingers around his tip until it gets harder. you then get your lips closer and start leaving pecks around where your fingers were just now. suguru is surprised at your approach, he likes how gentle you are. he can feel that you're completely in control of him now, though it's better for you to not know it now. he'll just let you play for now to see how it will go.

your soft kisses turn into long licks. you run your tongue around him, especially a big vein that gets more apparent with every lap of your tongue. you slow down close to his tip for one last ride, after which you lock your lips around his tip. you suck on the flushes tip with your plump lips until suguru's hold gets tighter. he throws his head back, eyes shut and panting heavily. it takes a second for him to realize he's slowly giving in, after that, he opens his eyes and forces your head to fully take him. he smiles at the sight. oh how pretty you look with your throat bulked. he should have fucked your mouth on the bed to watch this glorious view.

you yelp at the sudden move. his cock is throat deep in you and he doesn't wait a second for you to adjust to him. he moves your head up and down, up and down, up and down... he pulls you up until his you can feel his tip on your tongue, until your neck starts to hurt. you can't move or do anything else other than swirl your tongue in sync with his moves. suguru goes feral every time you swirl your tongue around his tip. the room is filled with wet noises, followed by the painful moans you let out. your eyes tear up, both in frustration and pleasure. god, you need him so bad, you need him deep inside you until your guts hurt. you rub your legs in an attempt to feel friction but the arousal is too much for a small friction to satisfy. you look up at him with furrowed brows as he continues to fuck your face. suguru gives you the courtesy to make eye contact. his eyebrows are furrowed with a bitchy smirk to go along with it. it's impossible to guess what he wants to do next, when he will get bored. maybe it's better for you to stop before he cums, who knows what he'll do after he cums?

"ah, fuck... you're not as pure as i thought." he stops you at his base. "do you want your kiss? do you think you earned it?" you hum.

he releases you and throws your head back. you fall behind your back, but quickly get back up. you try to catch your breath. god knows how you look right now; mouth covered in spit, hair messed, tits out, cheeks flushes, god you're probably even crying right now.

"come here." you crawl back to him. he pats the bed. "come here, dumbass. how else can i kiss you?"

you crawl back on the bed and reach your face to him. suguru cups your cheek and tugs some loose strands on your face behind your ear. he looks heavenly. his hair is also messed up, lips covered in blood. his face truly didn't fit his behavior. for an angel face like this, he is the devil.

he comes closer slowly and slowly. his lips graze yours. you're impatient. just when you're almost about to plant your face onto his he pinches both your cheeks with his long fingers and laughs at your face. he laughs manically, loud and insultingly.

"did you think i would do something like that? are you fucking dumb? i'm not your fucking boyfriend." he forces you back down on the mattress, this tame face down. his sheer strength is frightening. he could move your entire body with just his fingers.

you moan in frustration. face down, ass up, eye to eye with that dumbass mask of his. at least he'll finally fuck you.

suguru rubs two fingers over your panties. "god, you're so fucking wet. all for me, hm? you like being treated like a little whore?"

suguru grabs the knife and starts running it down your back. this time, the feeling is different. it doesn't tickle, it stings. surely, the hot feeling that follows can only mean that he's not playing with the dull side anymore.

"it's so bright, so red. do you feel it?" he runs his finger on your back. "ge...to... there you go. now everyone else will know who you belong to." a bright red geto paints your entire back. the wetness is unbearable, on both sides honestly.

"maybe i should carve it too?" he stabs the point lightly on your back, the pain makes you tug on the sheets. you can feel your white sheets get wet under you.

"nah, maybe later." he runs the knife through your panties, finally freeing you. suguru grabs the panties and squishes it into a ball.

"are you scared?" he asks, and you could swear he was sincere.

"no."

"it will hurt a lot." he tells sweetly again. "you know i care about you, i wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."

you stay quiet.

"ah, i see. you don't buy it anymore, huh? well, in that case..."

suguru presses the dull side right on your clitoris. the cold, bloody metal sends shivers down your spine. you want to close your legs around it but you know you'll cut yourself. you can only wait for his next move.

he presses it down hard and rubs small circles with the knife. you tug harder on the sheets and moan into the sheet. your walls clench on emptiness. the blood has now reached your arms, your view is red. you open your eyes to the ghost mask that watches you. you want to see suguru, but it's impossible when he presses your head down.

"please... suguru... fuck me..." you pant. suguru laughs again.

"don't tell me what to fucking do." he screams and you shut your eyes. he can be scary when he wants to.

suguru makes a ball out of your panties he discarded and stuffs it on your mouth.

"that's what big mouthed whores get."

as much as he wants to resist, with your bare pussy right in front of him, he can't wait any longer. one hand grabbing your ass firmly, the other presses the knife on your hip. suguru grabs you until his knuckles turn white and you yelp from pain.

"fuck" he breathes as he aligns his tip with your entrance. he enters with one harsh thrust. your back arches immediately. finally, you feel full. it hurts to feel him inside, he stretches your walls like they've never have before.

suguru slams his hips violently, so much that with every thrust, your body moves a bit further. he fucks you like he wants to punish you. he lands slaps on your ass until it gets red. his hands are covered in blood, your hands are covered in blood. he hits your uterus with every thrust. he has incredible stamina, he doesn't halt a second, even when you start spasming around his cock.

it takes only minutes for you to finally reach your climax, but you're too occupied (and unable to) warn suguru. he knows, of course, but he's not in the mood to let you orgasm properly. he leaves it to you, while he keeps fucking you violently, you shake and scream under him. his grip only gets harder to keep you still. your eyes get blurred with tears that you can't control anymore. you moan and scream with each hit, which drive suguru even more crazy. your walls shut close around him, and he manages to pull until he almost gets out.

"fuck, you're so fucking tight. will you cum again?" he hisses as if he's insulting you. "yeah, i'll make you cum again." you can feel every vein on his cock, with each rub, each stroke. and suguru loves the feeling of your insides, you welcome him so warmly, your velvety walls make him feel things he has never felt before.

he never stops after you've come and the overstimulation is painful, but you know you like it. the thought of suguru causing this pain arouses you so much. you want to see how he looks, how his godly body must be sweaty, his hair all messed up and his cheeks red and puffy.

you clench your teeth on the wet cloth once you feel your insides shake again. the knots in your stomach tighten until you scream out. suguru gets the signal and gets even faster than before. he loves seeing the tears on your face so much. he cusses under his breath, god, you arouse him so much.

you let out a scream as big waves crush you from the inside. you shake violently around suguru. your knees get weak, you're about to fall back to the bed. you can almost feel suguru in your stomach, god, how long will he go?

suguru, you try to scream but he only manages to hear muffled nonsense.

"look at the dirt you made" he calls out for you, but his voice seems so far away. you try to gather your consciousness but it feels impossible. suguru lands a slap on your ass once again, the sound echoes in your room. "so dirty."

he notices you're not responding and leans closer to you without skipping a beat.

"oh please, don't die on me yet!" he laughs to himself.

your eyes are open, but you're barely holding on. suguru's cock leaves bruises inside of you and he seems to not get tired at all. your eyes fix on the stupid mask. it almost mocks you, the stupid eyes and mouth. you wish you could see suguru's angelic face instead.

"fuck" suguru curses once more. "shit" the low curses continue until he releases himself from you. he starts rubbing himself on top of you. you can hear him grunting and panting behind you. soon, it's followed by suguru letting out the prettiest moan you've ever heard and unleashes himself. suguru shoots thick ropes of cum on your bloody back. he plays with himself until he's breathing normally again. he takes a moment to admire the painting he's made.

"finally pretty again."

kiss, you mumble to yourself. kiss me.

"aah, this was fun!" he cheerfully exclaims. "did you have fun?"

hum.

"i'll take that as a yes!"

sharp.

a sharpness is what you feel on your back. it doesn't even hurt. it just stings.

i had fun

your last words, as your vision gets dark, and the last thing you will ever see is that damn ghost mask.

for suguru though, it's a much more pleasant view. it's a bummer that his fun had to end quickly, but this view is irreplaceable for him.

he takes the bloody knife out of your back before he fully turns you around. you lay on your back, eyes empty and lips parted. your cheeks are wet and still has some flush in them.

suguru leans over you and brushes his thumb on your lips before kissing you softly.

"you deserved it, doll."

thanks for reading! i know i've been gone for a long time, but school is really killing me right now. i wrote this after submitting my 3rd essay of the week T.T i forgot how to write smuts on god all i know right now is academic english

halloween might be over but thanks to me you can feel like it's halloween days after. you're welcome ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧

[baenniezz]

prompt list

i only write for these jjk characters: gojo satoru, yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro , nobara kugisaki, yuta okkotsu, maki zenin, inumaki toge, geto suguru, shoko ieiri, utahime iori, noritoshi kamo, todo aoi, choso kamo, and yuki tsukumo.

i do NOT write:

incest, stepcest, ped0philia, smut, age gap, yandere, and non con (r4pe).

i have a prompt list but you can request something that’s not on the prompt list (that i am comfortable writing). i will add more prompts overtime <3 all of my prompts are based on some of my fav songs ><

prompts can be requested written, as a smau, or both. the prompt can also be flipped. ex: if the prompt is “they always had a crush on you since childhood”, you can request for it to be “you’ve always had a crush on them since childhood” you can also request multiple characters for a single request, just not multiple prompts.

prompts are also color coded. red=angst, blue=crack, pink=fluff, orange=platonic, and purple=suggestive.

1. i just wanna be yours

after long days of pining for you and hinting at their ‘crush’, you remain oblivious. one drunken night loosens their tongue, and they become straightforward enough for you to get the hint.

2. would you spare me your voice if i call?

they’ve moved even further from your reach, being claimed as someone else’s when you worked so hard to make them yours. naturally, you drift apart, never to spare the other another word. that is until you decide to come clean and confess despite their relationship.

3. when you know, you know.

how long will it take for them to admit their love for you? they deny it all day long, but deep down, they ask themselves the same question.

4. i gave up on being pretty, i wouldn’t know how to be alive.

you always wear make up. you’re disgusting without it, right? they seem to think otherwise.

5. im sorry im the one you love.

you never learned to love you properly. amongst all the books, there were no manuals titled “how to love”. but you did love them, you knew you did. but maybe they’re better off without the relationship. you don’t give them everything they deserve. right?

6. just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are.

you’re worried sick. they havent answered their phone for days. they’ve been ignoring you, waiting for you to lose interest and forget about them. can’t they see how much you love them? of course they do. this is precisely why they did what they did. that can’t have a normie like you getting mixed in their line of work.

7. i am stronger than you give me credit for.

why do they act like you’re some weakling? you’re just as strong as them! they have no right to look down on you. you dont need protection all the time.

8. im getting really fucking tired.

why risk your life for the cause of curses anyway? whats the point of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer? maybe suguru geto had a point. they’re determined not to let you spiral, but you’re already too far gone.

9. im not a crook!

you two have a tradition. every time the two of you sleepover at each others dorm/place, you steal one thing, and depending how long it take for them to notice determines what they owe you. last night, they spent the night at your place/dorm, and it took you a few days to notice what was gone. you owe them something now, and what they ask for isn’t what you’re expecting.

10. would you kill me, jerusalem?

you chose the opposing side. you’re different, unrecognizable now. how late is too late to realize your ex lover is the one you’re about to kill?

to be added..

[authorautumnbanks]

Accidentally Dating (11)

Summary: A series of accidental dates and meetings between Kagome and Satoru over the years.

Pairing: KagomexGojo

Series Master list

"Did you really have to order all these burgers?" Suguru asks, folding his fingers together as he glares at the mountain of burgers next to Satoru.

"Duh," he scoffs. "I won and you gotta pay."

"But did you need all these burgers?"

"I'm a growing guy," Satoru shoots back, chomping down on the burger.

"You don't get fed at home?" Suguru rolls his eyes.

Satoru takes another bite and munches on the burger as he stares at Suguru. He takes a large sip of his drink. "Mom hasn't been cooking as much lately, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I think it's the old man's fault. He keeps creeping on my mom, and I don't like it."

"... Your dad is creeping on your mom? They're married?"

"No." He scoffs. "Not my mom, mom. She's dead. I'm talking about my mother-in-law. He keeps creeping on her and monopolizing her time. Used to be an errand here and there. Now it's an errand every single day for weeks."

Suguru rubs his forehead. "Your mother-in-law and dad run errands together for weeks at a time?"

Satoru nods and picks up another burger. "Last trip, they were gone for a month. What errand lasts for a month?"

"It's just them?"

"Why are you acting so slow? Of course, it's just them. Why would anyone else want to go on a long ass errand? No one has time for that except for them, apparently."

Suguru's right eye twitches before he sucks in a breath and plasters a serene smile on his face. "Maybe they're fucking."

Satoru gags. The hell is wrong with Suguru? No way his mom gives the old geezer the time of day. "They aren't fucking. She's too good for him." Satoru gags again and shoots Suguru a look. "You've been reading those romance novels Shoko is into." He goes for another bite and freezes. That energy... Kagome is here? He sets his burger down and looks around the fast-food spot.

Who the hell is that?

"Satoru?" Suguru calls his name, but he's already standing. Annoyance, anger, and a hint of jealousy mix in his gut, creating a potent concoction that has him seeing red.

He marches over to the table where the not-couple is sitting. Pushing his glasses up so they become a makeshift headband, he points his finger at the brown-haired boy. "YOU HOME WRECKER! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY WIFE SO FAMILIARY."

Kagome's face turns sheet white as she holds up a hand. "Uh... Satoru? What are you doing?"

"Home wrecker?" the guy chuckles. "Is this part of a skit? Higurashi-san isn't married." The guy laughs again. "We're not interested in this skit, though."

Satoru plants his hands on the table and crowds the guy's space. His lips twisted into a snarl. "Who the hell are you, and why are you eating with my wife alone?"

The man blinks and fear flashes across his face for a moment. Good. He should be scared.

"Okay. That's enough." Kagome stands and grabs Satoru's ear. "Hojo-kun, if you could excuse us for a moment. I'll be right back." She drags him out of the establishment and off to the side of the building. "Satoru, what the heck are you doing?" She lets his ear go and plants her hands on her hips.

"What am I doing? You're on a date with someone." He pouts. "That's cheating."

"We aren't married."

"We've been married for years."

Kagome sucks in a breath and sighs. "That was just a joke back then and you know it. You can't go around yelling that out. Someone is gonna get the wrong idea."

"I don't like the guy."

"You don't like any guy that talks to me."

"Not true. I tolerate InuYasha and Suguru."

"You built him a dog house outside," Kagome deadpans. "And made him a dog cake for his birthday." Kagome presses her lips together and then sighs. "And you barely tolerate Suguru talking to me."

"InuYasha loved it." He smiles and reaches for her arm, pulling her toward him and completely ignoring the comment about Suguru. Truth is, Kagome is Suguru's type, so yeah, he doesn't want Suguru talking to her. "That guy wants you. I don't like him."

"It is a date, after all."

"How would you like it if I went on dates?" He lowers his hand and wraps it around her waist. Biting back the jealousy that tries to rear its ugly head, Satoru inhales and settles his mind with the scent of her perfume filling his nostrils.

"Supportive. You're single. I can't stop you from dating and you should—"

"That's unreasonable. The correct answer is you'd hate it because you're my wife."

Kagome huffs. "I'm not doing this with you today. I am not your wife. You never asked. You just demanded. That's not how marriage works."

He frowns. Ask? "If I did ask, would you say yes?" He glances down at her. Kagome turns her head, pressing her body closer to his. "Don't answer that."

"What?" She pulls away and looks up at him.

"Don't answer me today." He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Ditch the guy, though. I can take you somewhere more fitting for a date."

"I can't just ditch Hojo," Kagome says, rolling her eyes. "That's rude."

Satoru huffs. "Tell him something came up. Or I'll tell him." He unwraps his arm from around her and goes to do just that. Kagome latches on to him.

"Oh, no you don't. You are not saying anything to Hojo. I know you. You'll just try to hurt his feelings. Besides, I can't bail on him again. He's a nice guy."

Bail on him again? Satoru's nostrils flare. "You've been on a date with him before?" He turns to look at her. When did this happen? Has he been too busy with missions? Shouldn't she have been too busy with gathering those shards? When the hell did she have time to go on a date? His heart constricts. "Who else?"

Kagome frowns. "I've only been on a date with Hojo, but I bailed the last time because InuYasha needed me."

Satoru squints. InuYasha knew and didn't say anything? Next time he sees his 'brother', he's putting his whole foot in his ass. "And here I thought canines were supposed to be loyal," he mutters. "Let's go, right now." Speaking of loyal, does Sota know about this Hobo dude?

Kagome sighs. "You're dressed in your school uniform, and you want to go on a date now?"

"We can change."

"We?"

"Not that I don't like the outfit, but would you wear that on a date with me?"

Kagome glances at her outfit and shrugs. "You brought this for me."

He did? "That's even worse!" How could she go on a date with someone who can't even afford to take her to an actual restaurant? He bets the guy didn't even get her flowers.

"Oh whatever, Satoru." Kagome rolls her eyes again. "If you're serious about this, then you need to ask me and actually plan one."

"Kagome, will you go on a date with me?" He brushes some of her hair back and stares in to her eyes while he waits for her response. His heart is beating so fast that he's half convinced it'll burst out of his chest. Kagome's eyes widen as her cheeks turn pink.

"Okay."

"Just okay?" he teases.

"Satoru, don't push it." She looks away from him, though the blush spreads across her face. He wants to tease her some more, but he stills his tongue. He actually got her to say yes. No way is he going to ruin it now.

"Leave it to me. I got the perfect place in mind." He drops his hand. "Real quick, was mom at home?"

Kagome scrunches her nose. "No? Her and Dad left for Italy."

"... They left for Italy? Why?"

"Because Mom wanted pasta." Kagome rolls her eyes and gives him a duh expression. "Why? Did you need her?"

"No." He shakes his head. "No, I don't need Mom and I'm not going to call while they are on their... errand," he chokes out the last part. Damn it. Why did Suguru have to put that thought in his head? "They'll probably be gone for a bit then. What about later tonight?"

"Oi! Satoru!" Suguru calls, rounding the corner. Satoru grits his teeth and glares at Suguru, but his best friend brushes the glare off as if it is a mere insect. "We gotta go. Shoko called and said that Yaga-sensei wants all of us to go find Utahime and Mei Mei."

"Huh?"

"They've been missing for days. The mission shouldn't have taken that long."

Satoru puffs his cheeks and blows out a breath. Ugh, seriously? They need all of them to go for this mission? He's trying to plan a date here and now he's gotta stop what he's doing to rescue Utahime? Mei Mei is probably alright; she is strong after all. Kagome walks around him. Satoru frowns.

"Someone is hurt?" she asks.

"We don't know that," Suguru says calmly. "But no one has been able to get in contact with them, so we need to go see if we can't find some clues."

A lightbulb goes off in his mind. Kagome is worried about Utahime and Mei Mei, even though she doesn't know them. She's got a big heart like that. Satoru snaps his fingers. "Come on, Gome-chan, let's go save them."

Suguru gives him a 'what the fuck' look, but Satoru grins in response.

"You want me to come with you? Isn't this sorcerer business?"

"Yeah, but...you're like an honorary member since you're my... you will be my wife."

Suguru chortles and turns his head away. "It's on you if Yaga-sensei gets mad."

"Please. It's not like Kagome is some normie." He goes to pick her up, but Kagome backs up and holds out a hand. "What's wrong?"

"I'm wearing a skirt," she deadpans.

Satoru presses his lips together and then glares at Suguru, who throws his hands up. "Fine, but you can hold my hand." The faster he gets her away from this spot, the faster she'll forget about her not-date with Hojo the Hobo. Satoru holds Kagome's hand and follows Suguru down the street.

"Shoko said she'd meet us there."

Kagome stops. "I feel like I'm forgetting something."

"Were you out to eat with—"

"OUR DATE TONIGHT," Satoru interjects before Suguru can finish that sentence. He is so kicking Suguru's ass as soon as they get back on Jujutsu High grounds.

Kagome blinks and then laughs. "You're always so dramatic. You should have met him when he was younger," she tells Suguru. "Satoru used to be so serious." Kagome's brows furrow together as she mimics a serious expression.

"I see..." Suguru trails off. "Will this be your first date?"

Satoru runs his tongue along the front of his teeth and stops himself from flicking Suguru off. "Yes, and Hojo doesn't count," he adds.

Kagome shrugs. "Well then, I guess yes, this will be my first date then unless you count the dates Dad took me on."

Satoru whips his head around. "Dad took you out?"

"Yeah, father and daughter dates. You guys don't go out?"

"NO." Satoru slaps his face and groans. "Just you two?"

"Yes, Satoru," Kagome says as though she is speaking to a child. "We get dressed up and we go somewhere nice. Usually, somewhere I choose. He even gets me flowers." Kagome holds up her free hand and ticks off her fingers. "I'm assuming he'll take me somewhere after he and Mom come back from Italy. That's usually how it goes, anyway. He and Mom run an errand or go on a trip, and then he takes me out when he comes back."

Satoru gags. What the hell is this? The old geezer is speed running a Best Dad award or something?

"Time out." Suguru stops this time and holds his hands up in a time-out pose. "Kagome, your mom, and Satoru's dad are in Italy right now?"

"Yeah?" Kagome looks at Satoru and then back to Suguru. "Mom said she wanted pasta, so they left."

Suguru bites his lip and then laughs a full-body laugh. He clutches his stomach. The civilians walking by, keep their heads down and ignore him.

"Oh, shut it Suguru."

"Huh? What's so funny?" Kagome squeezes his hand.

"Nothing," Satoru sighs. No need to put those thoughts in Kagome's head, either.

***

A/N: Hey loves/peeps, I have gotten some requests about monetizing the fanfictions, and while they have been polite requests, I want everyone to know that I am not okay with any monetization of these fics. While I have no plans of taking the fics down to rewrite them into originals, I WILL take them down if I find that someone is selling and/or monetizing these fics in some way. Sorry this author note isn't cheerful, but I just wanted to stress that I am not okay with any monetization going on for these stories.

I hope you have an awesome week! Get plenty of rest and drink plenty of water. I'm off to get on my husband's nerves by reminding him of that time I learned how to castrate in college, just to keep him on his toes.