#suguro smut

[luvonmes-blog]

warnings/labels - MINORS DNI! fem! reader, there a little plot, reader walks in on satoru and suguru, fingering, oral (f and m! receiving), doggstyle, full nelson, there’s sm more but idek tbh just be warned, this is absolutely filthy it came from the depths of my mind.

authors note - based off a picture i saw on tiktok and i’ve been horny since.

this picture btw.

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you hadn’t meant to walk in on the scene that was unfolding in front of you.

all you wanted was a break from the pestering that came from yaga. “y/n do this.” “y/n do that.” “y/n you’re slacking off.” “y/n pay attention.” “y/n you’re better than this.” while you knew he meant well, your body was so tired, absolutely drained from the nonstop hours of training. every time you took a step a sharp pain shot up your left side and your hips hurt from every movement. you tried to explain it to yaga and how you needed a break but he was adamant on continuing to train. (muttering to himself about how if you tried just a bit harder you could be just as good or even better than satoru gojo.) you never paid much mind to it, you knew satoru gojo was the absolute best of the best and with his best friend, suguru geto, beside him. you had no chance of surpassing them, not fully understanding the extent of your own power yet.

so, instead of showing up to your training session with yaga today, you skipped. choosing to wander around the halls of your school. you had been transferred in only recently, yaga had found out about you through the grapevine, hearing people whisper about the weird girl who could do strange things and he eventually convinced your family to let you come back to Tokyo Jujutsu High with him. claiming it would be better for not only you, but them as well. you hadn’t gotten used to your new surroundings yet and barely have gotten to know the people.

exploring your new school was much more fun than being pushed to and over your limit by yaga, you saw other students training, teachers you hadn’t seen before and even spoken to a couple of classmates! it was exciting… until you saw yaga down the hall, fuming and doing only what you could assume was looking for you. you ran the opposite direction, sprinting down the halls until you came upon an empty hallway. you slipped into the first door you could. pressing your back against it and breathing deeply, happy you escaped yaga. but what you hadn’t expected was the sight in front of you when you opened your eyes.

the familiar white hair had another persons fingers buried in them, tugging on the white tufts. that hand belonged to the other man, black hair out of its usual bun. satoru gojo was on top of suguru geto with his tongue shoved so for down his counterparts throat you were honestly wondering how he hadn’t choked. you let out a squeak and the two men separated quickly , suddenly on opposite sides of the couch (it was then that you noticed you slipped into the common room.) both of their faces red in embarrassment and an obvious bulge in their pants.

“i- i’m sorry.” you started to apologize profusely. “i didn’t know you were in here. i didn’t mean to. i’ll leave. i’m sorry- so sorry.” it was nothing but word vomit spilling from you lips. you went to slide the door open but paused. you knew if you went back out there yaga would find you and you don’t think you could handle any training today. with your body so sore and the heat building between your legs, you didn’t think you could handle anything today. before you could move any further, one of the men from behind you spoke.

“it’s fine.” satoru. “it’s our mistake we shouldn’t have been doing that in such a public area.” he reassured you. “how about you just come and take a seat?” he looked over to the stare he felt coming his way, suguru looked at him questioningly, the distaste at him inviting you onto the couch all over his face.

“no! um- no. i sh- should probably go. yaga is probably looking for me.”

“you would rather spend the day with yaga?” it was suguru who spoke now, his voice deeper and oh so smooth.

“well, no but i- i have training to do and stuff so… yeah.” you laughed awkwardly.

“join us.” satoru said, the statement sounding much more scandalous than it should have given your current position. “we insist.” he added, motioning to the space between him and suguru. you look between the two, satorus hands still gesturing to the spot between them and suguru giving you a nod. you make your way over slowly, giving them the chance to change their minds, to kick you out so they could continue about their business but as you sit down next to them you have still yet to realize, satorus gotten you exactly where he wants you. he slides closer to you, so close his thigh is pressed up against yours and you can feel his breathing in your hair. “you’re y/n, right?” you give an affirmative nod.

you feel something shift behind you and look over to notice that satoru is poking sugurus cheek and then waving his hand. motioning for him to come closer as well. suguru slides next to you and now you’re trapped. trapped between the two giant men who are overwhelmingly close, so close you can smell them. satoru smelled fresh, like just out the dryer laundry and linen on a breezy day while suguru smelled warm, like honey and vanilla on a freshly baked pastry roll and the two mixed together had your head reeling. you felt so dizzy from just being between the two and your mind wandered. you wanted them on you. in you. you wanted to drown in them.

“y’know i’ve heard rumors about you.” you looked at him, bright blue eyes that were usually covered by dark glasses staring right into your soul. “i’ve heard you’re strong.” his lips tugged upwards into a small smile. “isn’t that right, suguru?” the way the other man’s name fell from his lips should have been a sin, drawn out and damn near a whine. you wanted to moan just from his voice.

“mhmm.” the dark haired man slid closer, closer than you thought was possible, pressing himself against you. “we heard yaga thinks you could be one of the best. right up here with me and satoru.”

“do you think that’s true?” saturo questioned. you shook your head no. “oh, that’s sad. thought i’d actually have some competition here besides suguru.” he pouted, plump lips pulled down into a frown and you wanted nothing more the to kiss them up into his dazzling smile. his beautiful eyes staring into yours made you more nervous than you’d like to admit so you turned your head forwards, looking at your hands placed neatly in your lap. the boys’ bodies pressed closer to yours, smushing you but you hadn’t thought anything of it, they had been doing this for the past ten minutes. but that had changed when you heard the familiar sounds of lips smacking behind you. your head shot around so quickly you swore you felt a crack in your neck. there they were, making out right in front (technically behind) you.

satoru now had a hand buried in sugurus hair, fingers pulling the dark strands. their tongues intertwining with each others. your eyes were wide, mouth agape as you watched. a hand tracing up your thigh drew your attention between your legs. that hand being satorus and his fingers disappeared into your skirt as the digits pressed against the fabric of your underwear, soaked through with your arousal. his fingers rubbed your clit through the fabric and you moaned. another hand cupped your face, large palm nearly engulfing it before it turned your head. your eyes met with brown ones before his lips were pressed against yours. sugurus lips were so soft and warm against your own. satoru rubbed your clit just right, a moan escaping your lips and suguru took that as a chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. with both of the men on you your mind was so muddled with thoughts. what they could do to you what they would do to you. the thoughts that plagued your mind caused a visceral reaction, you keened into sugurus mouth as your eyes rolled and closed.

satoru was mouthing at your neck, surely leaving marks everyone would see. his hand that was rubbing your clit pushing you towards climax as suguru swallows any moans and mewls that escaped your lips. all too soon, both men pulled back. the orgasm satoru was building you up to fizzled away and you could still feel the electricity of sugurus lips against yours. “why- why’d you stop?” you panted, eyes wild as you looked between the men.

“oh~, you want us?” satoru mocked. you nodded your head enthusiastically.

“words.” suguru growled. one hand wrapped around your neck while the other pushed strands of hair out of your face.

“please. please want you. both of you. so bad, please.” you begged unabashedly, no shame in your tone. satorus hands made their way back under your skirt, slipping into your underwear as well. his fingers traced your swollen clit before making their way to your entrance. he rubbed feather light circles around it, making your hips jump, before pushing a finger in.

“she’s so tight suguru.” he giggled. “can’t wait to feel her around my cock.” you moaned aloud before sugurus hand lightly slapped your cheek.

“you should keep it down. you don’t wanna get caught, do you?” your pussy clenched around satorus finger, thighs trembling and suguru laughed. “i bet you do. you’re a nasty little slut aren’t you?” his tone was sarcastic but the words went straight to your cunt. satoru pushed a second finger in, stretching you open. “i bet you want someone to walk in. seeing you cream all over pretty boys fingers right. hm?” he was directly in your ear, his breath fanning over you. “want everyone to see how much of a slut the new girl is.” you clenched so hard around satorus fingers he had to stop moving. your eyes crossed and rolled back from the effects of your orgasm. your chest heaving as the two men watched. a smirk settling onto sugurus lips as he looked at satoru, his eyes gleaming as he felt you pulsing around his fingers.

“aww, look at you pretty girl. cumming so hard jus’ cause of some fingers. aren’t you sweet.” you could hear the smile in satorus voice.

“more.” your voice was so small you weren’t sure they heard you but they did. their eyes locking with each others and it’s like they could read their minds. suguru shifted you so your back was now against his chest. his own legs spread yours apart as satoru got on his knees. he pushed your thighs apart more before suguru cupped them with his hands, lifting them up and open for satoru. he pulled the gusset off your underwear aside and you squeaked as the cold air of the common room met your pussy. you felt so exposed in this position, legs spread wide and unable to move as suguru locked his hands against your stomach. a yelp escaped you as you felt a stripe being licked up your pussy. your cum and arousal gathered on the tip of satorus tongue before he gulped it down.

“she tastes so good, suguru. you gotta see for yourself.” satoru traced his fingers along your slit, collecting your wetness before lifting his hand beside your face, to sugurus and putting his fingers into his best friends mouth. suguru sucked your essence of satorus fingers greedily and you mewled, a low whine escaping your lips.

“he’s right, princess.” suguru muttered into your ear. “you taste delicious.” before you could respond satoru had buried his face into your pussy. lapping at you as if it was the last thing he would do. you moaned so loud you were sure you would get caught. satoru sucked on your clit as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right to meet your sweet spot. you keened and suguru groaned into your ear. “as much as i love the way you sound, pretty girl, you gotta keep it down.” satoru heard the conversation above him and pulled back, you whined at the loss of contact. satoru sat up and tapped his hands against sugurus, suguru let go of your thighs and satoru took the chance to slide your panties off. the garment was quickly shoved into your mouth.

“he said you have to be quiet, right? i guess we’ll just have to teach you to listen.” he gave a quick kiss to your cheek before making his descent back down. suguru held your legs back up. satoru nipped at your clit and you jumped, yelp muffled from the underwear in your mouth. satorus lapping at you a like a man starved, tongue buried in your pussy as his nose rubs against your clit. he’s breathing you in and he feels that if this is how he goes - suffocating in your sweet pussy - then he’s fine with that. he moves his face back up, licking at your clit as he pushed two fingers into your tight walls. your cunt clenches around them, wordlessly begging him for more. he pumps them slowly at first and speeds up at he keeps going. your back is trying to arch but failing as suguru holds you snugly against his chest.

satoru is jamming his fingers against your g-spot and spreading his saliva and your wetness everywhere. your cries are muffled due the the panties in your mouth and tears are leaking down your face. you’re stiffly humping satorus face, movements restricted by sugurus strong arms. the movement not only has you grinding on satorus face but also sugurus cock confined in his pants. sugurus panting in your ear, face flushed as you move against him and it takes all his willpower to not cum in his pants. he lets go of your legs and starts pushing satorus head. as he comes up for air from your pussy, looking at suguru confusedly, the dark haired man starts roughly rubbing your clit. his fingers and moving fast and as satorus fingers are pressing into your sweet spot, they send you hurtling over the edge. you cry out so loud you’re not sure the soiled garment that was shoved into your mouth is doing it’s job. what the two men don’t expect is when your pussy drenches satorus face as you squirt all over him. the white haired males face is soaked in your arousal, it dripping from his chin, as his counterparts pants are completely wet through.

“didn’t know you were a squirter, baby.” satoru says as he wipes his mouth with his sleeve. “it’s ok though.” he eyes are dark as he forces you to look at him, his hand has an iron grip on your jaw. “because we’re gonna make you do it again.” the underwear that he previously shoved into your mouth was pulled out and thrown into the distance somewhere. you’re pulled off sugurus lap and he’s pushed back, laying along the couch as you’re on your hands and knees now. satorus quick to unzip his pants and flip your skirt up, rubbing his tip up and down your slit. you stare at suguru in front of you, the large bulge in his pants directly in front of your face. you move your hand up to paw at his clothed cock, cupping him through his pants. you lick a strip up his pants, wetting them as you go.

“please. take them off.” you mutter against him, his cock jumping. suguru hands rush to unzip his pants and slip them down just enough for his cock to spring free. your mouth is immediately licking a stripe from base to tip up his length. he’s so thick, so very thick and you wonder if you’ll be able to take him all. the answer might be no but you won’t stop yourself from trying. just as you take sugurus tip into your mouth, satoru is pushing his cock into you. you moan and your eyes cross as he pushes in inch by inch. he’s long, you can feel he’s not as thick as suguru but he makes up for it in length. when he’s finally all the way in his zipper is digging into your ass and his cock is pressed so deep into you, you swear you can feel him in your throat.

“pay attention to what you’re doing, sweet girl.” satoru whispers in your ear as he hunches over you. “it’d be a shame if you accidentally bit such a pretty cock. trust me, i’d know.” he sits back up and spreads your ass cheeks. watching as your pretty pussy clenches around him. his first thrust is harsh. the wet sound of his cock in you has you moaning, the vibration from the noise has suguru grunting. you start sucking him off slowly, working your way down his cock. satorus face is flushed behind you. red all the way up to his ears as he thrust in and out of you. you’re clenching around him so tight he’s truly wondering how he could go this long without your pussy.

“fuck, just like that pretty girl.” suguru let’s his head fall back as you suck him off. you look so pretty with such a fat cock in your mouth but he’s fears that if he watches any longer, he won’t be able to stop himself from cumming down your throat so soon. “you’re so good with your mouth.” he moans and he sounds so good. if this is how he sounded with his dick down your throat you wonder how he’ll sound buried in your cunt. satorus no better behind you. his head is thrown back as whimpers escape his lips, he sounds so fucked out and you’ve barely started.

“you’re so tight, y’know that?” he whines to you. “squeezin’ my cock so good. gonna milk me for all i’m worth.” he watches as you suck of his best friend and his hand slips into your hair. “you gotta go faster, sweetheart. you wanna get him off? suck him harder.” you obliged hollowing your cheeks around sugurus cock and as you did so, satoru moved you up and down his best friends cock. pushing and pulling you by the hair as he taught you how to suck suguru just right.

“f-fuck slow down!” suguru cries out. you’re moving too fast and he barely has time to announce he’s cumming before long thick ropes are being pushed down your throat. satoru pushes your head all the way down your nose meeting sugurus pubes as he cums down your throat and you moan around his cock. the vibration has sugurus hips jolting from overstimulation. you’re clenching around satorus cock so hard his eyes cross and whines so loud.

“keep going baby, keep sucking him off.” suguru looks at satoru, panicked. you already got an orgasm out of him and such a strong one he’s not sure he can cum again but you listen and you keep going. sugurus whimpering above you and he tries to push you away but satoru slaps his hands. the hand that he was using to guide you on sugurus cock is now between you legs as he rubs your clit. he’s trying to get you close. he knows you are but you just need that extra push, he needs you to cum before he does. his cock is pressed into your sweet spot and his fingers are rubbing over your clit. he bends over to speak to you, his chest pressed against your back.

“baby, i need you to cum for me. please, need it so bad. wanna feel you squirt around me. please.” he’s desperate and his words are just enough to send you over the edge. you do exactly as he says, squirting around his cock, making a mess all over the couch cushions. crying out as he continues to fuck into you. your orgasm triggers his own and presses so deep into you when he cums you swear you can feel the thick ropes entering your womb. you’re panting over sugurus cock and he twitches as your heavy breathes are on him.

“more.” both the boys’ ears perk up at the simple word uttered from you lips. you crawl up suguru, sitting your soaked pussy on his cock and he flinches in over sensitivity. “wanna be full.” you grind on him rolling your hips oh-so slowly and you reach behind you blindly for satoru who lets you grab him a pull him forward. “want to be full with both of you.” the two of them moan in unison wasting no time in lifting you up. your legs are spread aside sugurus hips and he drags his cock up and down your slit. he pushes in slowly, letting you get used to his girth and you moan into the open air. suguru sits up onto his elbows and quickly unbuttoning your shirt throwing it to the side and taking a perked up nipple into his mouth. he leans back down taking you along with him. with your back arched and ass up in the air satoru can see suguru slowly thrusting into you. his thick cock stretching you open.

the white haired man watched you suck sugurus cock into your tight pussy. you’re moaning as suguru sucks your nipple swirling his tongue around it and nipping it lightly his other hand pinching the other. you push back, taunting satoru with a shake of your ass and suguru groans at the friction. satoru presses up against you his cock rubbing against sugurus as he slowly presses his tip into your hole that was already spread by suguru. he pushes in slowly stretching you to your limit and rubbing himself against suguru.

“fuck.” you whimper as he slides all the way in. with him and suguru both sheathed deep within you, you swear you’ve never felt this full. one of them moves and you squeak. “wait! wait, please just give me a second.”

“it’s ok.” suguru rubs your hair. “take your time, pretty girl.” you nod against him, the stretch of the two of them inside burns but eventually fizzling out to a pleasant sting.

“ok.” you whine. “you can move.” suguru thrusts up first, the friction of his cock rubbing against satoru has the white haired boy moaning above you and he starts moving too. the timed difference in their thrusts never leaves you empty and you swear you see the pearly gates. they’re both pressing into spots you hadn’t known existed until now causing your body to tremble, your moans are so loud they’re drowning out satorus whines and sugurus groans. “faster. faster!” they oblige to your commands their hips moving at godspeed.

“she’s so tight isn’t she, suguru.” satoru whines as he fucks you.

“so fuckin tight.” suguru agrees. you’re to blissed out to actually comprehend what they’re saying but you eat it up anyway, nodding as if to agree.

“i’m gonna cum!” you cry out. the two of them pushing towards your orgasm.

“you better fucking hold it.” sugurus demands but you shake your head.

“i can’t!” you sob. fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “i can’t! i’m gonna- ah~” you meant it. before the words leave your mouth you’re squirting all over sugurus stomach, clenching tightly around the two. your vision turns white, eyes unfocused as you have the most earth shattering orgasm of your life. by the time you gain control over your body again you’re still letting out small spurts of arousal onto the dark haired man and his counterpart is rubbing your clit. this brings another orgasm or maybe the first one is drawn out, you couldn’t tell. your face falls onto sugurus neck and you feel the two men’s cocks throb before they’re both filling you up. suguru cums with a low grunt while his toes curl and satoru keens into your ear and feels the orgasm in his spine. your thighs are trembling as they pull out, quaking uncontrollably and your cunt clenches pushing out fat globs of their seed.

“fuck, is that a sight.” satoru chuckles as he watches the globs of his and sugurus mixed cum spill from your cunt and drip onto sugurus balls. “i didn’t really think this through because who the fuck is cleaning all this up.” he looks at the mess you three made of the common room. your clothes everywhere and pools of mixed arousal on the sofa.

“i don’t know.” suguru says dumbfounded and you mutter something sleepily before burying your face into sugurus neck and breathing deeply. as your breathing evens out and gets deeper the two quickly figure you’re asleep. suguru sits up finds your top and covers you back up and pulls his pants up - struggling just a bit with you on his lap. satoru dresses as well and takes you from suguru, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding onto you tightly.

“how about we take her to her dorm.” he rocks you gently as if you’re a toddler in attempts to wake you up. “where’s your room, pretty girl?”

“don’t wake her, satoru.” suguru grumbles before standing up. “i’ll clean up around here.”

“ok so… i guess i’ll take her to my room.” he makes his way to the door already having made up his mind.

“hey,” suguru calls for him “don’t try anything, let her rest.” he warns.

“yeah, yeah i will.” he rolls his dazzling blue eyes. he carries you out of the common room hearing suguru grumbling to himself about the mess and makes his way to his dorm. eventually ending his trek by placing you in his bed and he watches you get comfortable before pushing some of your sweat soaked hair off your forehead and as he noticed your cunt was still uncovered he looked back up to your face. he couldn’t wait for you to wake back up.

he wasn’t done with you just yet.

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i’m literally feral.

[romantichomicide95]

❤︎daily life with suguru geto

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Geto's body faught against Kenjaku. Not because he was alive but because protecting Gojo Satoru came easy. It was all muscle memory.

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Happy birthday from the monkey who loves you very much ✨️

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Now Presenting...

Starring Suguru Geto in a curseless AU set in the early 2000s.

Synopsis: Neither one of you are quite over your "Relationship" If you could call it that. You had been avoiding him since the breakup for that very reason. He was the last person you ever expected to see at this party.

The wind was bitterly cold. You blew the smoke out of your lungs, watching it swirl into the clouds and praying it would take you with it. You didn't want to be here. You hated parties. You hated this town.

"There you are!" Your friend groaned as she came outside. "God, you're way too good at disappearing. I've been looking for you everywhere." You took a moment to take her in. Her eyes were filled with worry for you, frustration etched into her eyebrows. You hated to admit it, but you liked that she worried. It made you feel loved again. A small smile tugged at your lips. 

"Yep. I'm here. You should have guessed," you chuckled, throwing your cigarette onto the concrete and stomping it out. 

"Come inside," she insisted, "it's freezing out here." She was right. October nights had always been bitter, but tonight had a particular edge to it. You nodded to her as you slipped your hands into your hoodie. 

"I'm coming." 

"Try to look like you don't hate it here" your friend teased, "miserable is not a good look on you." You disagreed. You thought misery was your default. It was glamorous. It was vintage. It was hand tailored for you. At least, that's how it felt these days. Since things had ended. It had only been six months since your relationship failed, but it felt closer to six decades. Suguru’s ghost clung to you, haunted your body and mind. It felt like you were never not thinking about him. You wondered what you’d do if you saw him again.

“Ah, but that's the thing,” you half laughed, “I do hate it here. Frat parties are for people who like other people. And that's not me.”

“While true, they’re also for people who want to get black out drunk and forget their ex, which is you.” Your friend argued. I mean, shit when she was right she was right. The two of you walked back into the party, the music blasting top twenty pop hits into the air and shaking your soul out of your body. You tied your hoodie around your waist, the heat becoming thick faster than you expected it to. Your friend yelled…something you couldn’t decipher into your ear before disappearing into the crowd. Fuck.

 You sighed and made your way through the ocean of college kids, all swaying, making  waves in time with the music. You found your way to the kitchen, mixing yourself a vodka redbull. You drank it far too quickly, made yourself another one, and got about half way through it before you took another breath. You tuned back into the music, just to roll your eyes. Who burned the CD for this party anyway? You were sure this party couldn’t get any worse. Then it did.

You made eye contact with him the moment he walked into the kitchen, looking tired and disinterested. Satoru was going on and on about something inconsequential, you were sure, and Suguru was looking for a drink to help make his best friend bearable. His corpse eyes found a light in them as they connected with yours. You were sure whatever light you may have had left in your eyes faded instantly. You finished your drink. 

“Dude, are you even listening to-..oh.” Satoru cut his own sentence off as he realized what, or rather who his best friend was staring at. Shit. There was a solid five seconds of the three of you just staring at eachother in a fucked up standoff. Each waiting for the other to make a movie while Brittnay sang about genies in the other room. He looked better than you were fully willing to admit, wearing tripp pants and an old Korn tee over a mesh shirt. Your breath felt heavy in your throat. Memories of the last night you saw him exploded in your mind like war flashbacks. The tears, the fighting, the begging. The goodbye. Fuck.

He made a b-line to you and you b-lined to the back door, your closest escape. “Dude, stop!-” You heard Satoru call, no doubt chasing after Suguru. You were thankful for him. He was rarely the rational one between the two of them, but he was normally able to bring Suguru back to earth when he lost his mind. Maybe that was why they worked. You didn't really care to give it much thought anymore honestly.

“Y/n!” you heard your ex call for you. Fuck he sounded close. You could hear the chains on his tripp pants rattle as he made his way to you. You started to run. You hated making a scene but you couldn’t see him. For all the times you wondered what you’d do if you saw him again, running wasn’t ever really one of the options, but you’re here now. You made your way out the back gate and to your car. Your salvation. You picked up the pace, unlocking your car and falling into the seat with a swiftness that shocked even you. You let out a sigh of relief as your car door closed behind you. Finally, safe. You took out your phone to let your friend know you were leaving.

“Y/n!” Suguru called out as he plopped down in your passenger seat, scaring a squeal out of you. What the fuck?!  

“Get out you bastard!” You yelled at him.

“I just want to talk!” He said back, not yelling, but definitely talking louder than he normally did.

“You’ve fucking lost it Geto!” You matched his tone, “This is breaking and entering!”

“I’m pretty sure that only applies to buildings, Gorgeous.” He grinned, and it was so charming you almost forgot you hated him. 

“Don’t call me gorgeous!” You hissed, “I have nothing to say to you!”

“I have so much to say to you though!”

“Too bad, get out of my car!”

“Give me five minutes!”

“No! I’m going home!”

“You can’t drive like this Y/n! You’re drunk.” You started to yell a comeback, but realized you didn’t have one. He was right. You were starting to feel the drinks of the nights, and we're definitely not good to drive. 

“Then I’ll walk home!” You scoffed. And he laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh. 

“No you won’t.” He chuckled, “You live too far away. Plus, you would never leave your car unattended at a frat party.” He was right again. You hated how well he knew you. “Let me drive you.” He offered.

“No. you’re drunk too.” you scoffed.

“Am not,” He informed you, “I just got here.”

“Then what the fuck compelled you to just…get into my fucking car?” You asked, still flabbergasted by the audacity. The Suguru you knew would never have done that. He fumbled, looking for an answer. Truth was, he didn’t know why he did it either. 

“I miss you Y/n.” was the best he could offer. You sighed, a deep sigh that felt like it was pulled straight out of your sorrow and you threw your head back onto your headrest. You stared at the roof of your car. This was a bad idea. Suguru came with far too many emotions. Wounds that had barely had time to scab over were ripping open in real time, bigger than they ever were before. 

If you were smart, you would have gotten out of the car. You would have found Gojo to have him collect Suguru, and found your friend to have them drive you home. Or at least have them call you a cab. If you were smart, you would have told him to leave you the fuck alone. You would have saved your heart the extra heart break. You would have forced yourself to remember all the fighting that led you to where you were now, the pain, the heartbreak, the neglect. 

But, you weren’t feeling particularly bright that night. And all you could remember was the soft Suguru. The one that held you close at night, and asked before he kissed you. The one that took you out on late night dates in famous cemeteries cause he read it in a romance novel and thought it was just oh so romantic. You sighed and handed him your keys.

He gave a far too enthusiastic Yes! As the two of you changed seats. You settled into the passenger seat, already regretting your decision. You buckled up as he started the car.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, looking at you. You returned the look, though yours was laced with far more annoyance. 

“I’m annoyed.” you respond. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m just saying, food would be nice. Would probably help you avoid a hangover too.” A hangover sounded like a nightmare. Once again, you relented. 

“Fine, but you’re paying.” he grinned.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He said, pulling out to the street. He turned up the radio, a smile spreading across his face as he heard the song. Everlong, by the Foo Fighters. It made you smile too. Suddenly, you weren’t in your car anymore. You were sitting on Toji Zenins couch, nervously fiddling with your hands as he weighed out an ounce of weed. He’d been your plug for a few weeks at that point, but you still hadn’t grown used to his aura. 

You jumped when there was a knock at his door, and he looked just as confused before a realization dawned on him. “Oh, shit. I think I okay-ed two people to come over on accident.” he laughed to himself. “Hope that's okay Y/n.” he said, going to get the door. It wasn’t, you wanted to leave. But, you didn’t say that. Sometimes you wished you did. 

“Heyy! Weedman!” You heard a now familiar, but then utterly unrecognizable voice. “Thanks for covering me on such short no- Oh, hello!” Gojo said as he walked into the living room, seeing you sitting awkwardly on the couch. Suguru was behind him, quietly observing you. He smiled softly, raising his hand in a wave. His long black hair perfectly framed his sculpted face. His kind eyes seemed mismatched with his almost mischievous smile. You couldn't help but be sucked into his orbit. You smiled gently and waved back. 

“Hi.” before you knew it, Suguru was sitting next to you while Gojo rambled about..something. Honestly, he was always rambling about something. You don’t know why you didn’t leave after you got your weed. Maybe it was because Toji offered to smoke with the three of you to apologize for double booking, maybe it was because Geto kept managing to catch your eye. Either way, the two of you hadn’t really spoken, Toji and Satoru speaking enough for both of you. 

Suguru passed a joint to you as Everlong came on the radio. Toji grimace. “Man, this song is shit.” He said, going to turn it off.

“Watch yourself Zenin,” Suguru said, pointing at Toji and stopping him in his tracks. “This songs hot as fuck, disrespect it again and we’re gonna have a problem.” You really liked Sugurus' voice. 

“Chillax man, this songs not worth trippin’ over.” Toji scoffed, “Especially considering it’s not good.”

“I like it.” You said, the weed making you feel bolder than usual. “I really like the Foo Fighters.”

“Not you too Y/n.” Toji groaned, finally stepping away from the stereo. Suguru looked at you and grinned. It made butterflies explode in your stomach.

“I knew you had taste.” He praised. It was the first thing he had ever said to you. 

“Here.” Suguru said, handing you your drink and jerking you off of memory lane. You grabbed the drink and thanked him. You realized the two of you were parked now. You looked at the burger he handed you and smiled. 

“You remember my order.” You commented. He scoffed as if that was almost insulting.

“Of course I do. I remember everything about you.” He muttered. The two of you started to eat, a pregnant silence filling the car. That pregnant silence, then gave birth to many other smaller but just as intense silences. Blink 182 played softly in the background, but no matter how many times Mark Hoppus asked what his age was, it didn’t cut through the awkwardness in that car. 

“Look, Y/n, I know I-” Suguru started. Rage and despair welled up inside of you.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Geto.” You said very bluntly, finishing your fries. 

“But I-” he started, but cut himself off. He didn’t want to push his already unbelievable luck. But someone had to say something. He smiled softly to himself. “Hey, do you remember when the Red Hot Chili Peppers dropped By The Way-”

“Album or song?” You cut him off to ask.

“Album,” He clarified, “And we raided 7/11 and drove around all night, listening to it on repeat.” You laughed because you did remember that. You remembered it like it was yesterday. You could still taste the blue slushy on your tongue as you tried desperately to analyze lyrics while Suguru insisted The Red Hot Chili Peppers were not the kinda band you analyze the lyrics too, they’re the band you get high to. 

Still, you remembered getting goosebumps the first time you heard Midnights, the opening verse of “Things will never be the same/Still I'm awfully glad I came/Resonating in the shape of things to come/Never waiting when I know there's only one” Speaking to your soul in ways you didn’t quite understand then, but felt like you did now. 

“Yea, I remember,” You giggled, “I think there's still a stain on my seat from you getting mustard on it.” You said, searching for said blemish, “Yea! There it is, right there!” The permanent mark he left in your car. 

“Hey, it is not my fault that you can't eat 7/11 hot dogs without mustard.” He laughed.

“No, but it is your fault you couldn't keep it on your dog, you dog!” You teased.

“I blame Anthony Kiedis.” He grinned with a shrug. This was nice. This felt like old times. This felt like the moments where he was actually him. 

“I think that album’s still in my car.” you muttered. 

One whirlwind later and you were getting slurpees at 7/11, the cashier looking at the two of you with disdain as you laughed and made a mess of the machine he just cleaned. Blue for you, red for him, just like it had always been. Suguru had to grab sour gummy worms and twizzlers. He still couldn’t leave a convenience store without them. He didn’t even like twizzlers, not really. It just ‘felt right’ to grab them. Whatever that means.

You were looking through your CD case when suddenly, he stopped you.

“We got to listen to a different album.” He said out of nowhere.

“What?” You scoffed.

“We can’t try to recreate the magic of the By The Way album release. It would be disingenuous.” He insisted.

“I thought that was the whole point!” You argued, before groaning. “Ugh, Fine! Umm…” You shuffled through CDs. “Fall Out Boy just released an album.”

“Who?” He asked, squinting his eyes in confusion. 

“They’re a new band out of Chicago. This is their debut studio album, it’s called Take This To Your Grave.” you said, holding up the blue jeweled case. Suguru looked…hurt. Like the cavalry had come and made it their personal mission to trample him into the dust.

“You’ve been listening to new bands without me?” He asked, starting the car. That bitter taste of resentment filled your mouth again.

“Well, yea. Life didn’t end because we did.” Besides, this album had been helping you more than you were willing to admit. He nodded in defeat, biting his lip as the two of you pulled onto the road.

“Play it.” he muttered. You didn’t know if you were thrilled with or deeply regretted your decision to play this album, but the opening verse was cutting. Light that smoke, Yeah, one for giving up on me/ And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my expectations/ To my favorite liar, to my favorite scar (to my favorite scar)/ I could have died with you.

“Well fuck Y/n, Is there something you’d like to say to me?” He tried to laugh, but the humor didn’t make it to his voice. “Feels a little targeted.” you shrugged.

“We all cope in different ways.” you muttered. You thought back on your relationship. A backseat romance that belonged to parking lots and famous cemeteries. A relationship that existed on highways and at dingy basement shows, and always on his terms. It was fun at first, even you had to admit. And, maybe it could have stayed as just fun, if he wasn’t so fucking…sweet! He was always so tender with you in the afterglow of your nights together, even if that just met cleaning you up with fast food napkins in his back seat. He was a cuddler too, insisting on you staying the night with him after your nights together under the guise of it being late, when you both knew it was so the two of you could hold each other.

It wasn’t just the after care though, or the sex for that matter. It was him bringing you candy and setting up a movie marathon when he knew you were struggling with your classes. It was him giving you a copy of Rebecca that he annotated because he wanted to share his thoughts with you about it. It was him giving you a copy of The Color and the Shape album because it had Everlong on it, and that was “Our Song” according to him. How could you not have fallen in love?

It started to hurt. That he was so willing to be so sweet and tender with you behind closed doors, but the moment you wanted to be something more, he froze. Suddenly, he didn't know why you guys needed to put a label on things! You guys were having fun, why did you want to mess up ‘the dynamic’ whatever the fuck that ment. Yea, he was fun. But you were tired of being just another hook up in a dingy venue bathroom. Absolutely sick of having to sneak out of his bedroom window, because his roommates would start asking questions if they saw you there for the fourth time that week. He constantly promised he was going to make things official, he just needed time. But, it wasn’t like you were asking him to fucking marry you, just to change your fucking title and maybe take you out on a real date every once in awhile.

Doubts started to fill your head. There had to be a reason he wouldn’t commit to you, right? Was it another girl? Was something wrong with you? It all came to a head six months ago. The two of you were laying in his bed, Crestfallen by The Smashing Pumpkins softly playing in the background as the two of you shared a cigarette, pleasure still throbbing between your legs as you listened to the steady beat of his heart. 

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He purred, gently petting your head. You hummed in response, not really believing it at this point. He picked up on your doubt, “I’m serious.” he doubled down. “You’re probably the prettiest girl I’ve ever been with.” He chuckled.

“That so?” You asked, taking the cigarette from him, “Then why aren’t I your girlfriend?” you asked, blowing smoke in his face. He grimaced as he waved it away.

“We’re doing this again? Seriously?” he seemed so…annoyed. Like this whole conversation equated to a nat he couldn’t quite seem to swat. 

“No.” you shut down, “We’re not.”

“Good.” he said, taking the smoke back, “I’ve told you before, we’re perfect as we are.”

“Perfect for you maybe.”

“Y/n.”

“What? You can’t seriously be shocked I don’t agree with you.” you scoffed, rage starting to bubble in your stomach.

“I’m not shocked. I just don’t get it. What could you possibly get out of a title that’s worth all of the fighting you’re doing for it?” you could feel yourself seething, your blood boiling over. Did he ever listen to you?

“Well, for starters I’d get the safety of knowing that you probably weren't out sleeping around with anyone willing to open their legs for you.” It was Getos turn to seethe. You could tell by the way his jaw clenched that you had struck a nerve deep inside him.

“Oh, is that what you think I’m doing in my free time? Just fucking anyone and everyone? That I’m so pussy motivated I just can’t keep it in my pants? Well if that's the case, Babe,” The word ‘Babe” had never sounded so dirty. You would have rather he called you slut, bitch, dumbass, anything. “What makes you think that having a “GiRlFrIeNd is going to magically make me loyal? Huh? What then, Gorgeous? And, not to be that guy, but you’ve let me fuck you in just about every venue, parking lot, and random bedroom this town has to offer, and I’m not even your boyfriend. So who’s to say you’re going to keep your legs shut just because we’re official, huh Sweetheart?” 

Suguru could make you feel on top of the world, or cheaper than dirt depending on his mood. That was the problem with English majors. They had a way with words and more often than not they used them for evil. Any heat you had left drained from your body, replaced only with an inescapable emptiness as you realized the Suguru you convinced yourself was next to you may not have even existed. 

And Geto knew he fucked up. He regretted the words as they were spilling out of his mouth, but he couldn’t stop himself and he couldn’t put them back now. The silence was heavy with all the words the two of you wanted to say to each other but couldn’t.

“Y/n-” Geto started, hand reaching for your shoulder, but all it did was break you out of your daze. You snapped, slapping his hand away as you got up and dressed.

“Don’t you fucking touch me. Don’t you ever fucking touch me again.”

“Y/n, wait, please, I didn’t mean that-” He struggled to defend himself, hurriedly putting on his pants. 

“You fucking said it Suguru! Lose my goddamn number, I am so fucking done here. It’s so good to know i’m just a fucking fleshlight to you.” you hissed, rushing out of his room.

“I never said that Y/n! You mean so much more to me than that, don’t go!-” he said, following you out.

“Clearly I fucking don’t!” You snapped. Oh good. His roommates, Satoru and Sukuna, were both sitting in the living room. 

“Yes you do Y/n, I love you!” He pleaded. He had never said that before. Satoru audibly gasped. Your entire body seized and seethed. You turned around and smacked him across the face without thinking, making Sukuna laugh,

“Don’t you ever fucking lie to me again Suguru Geto.”

“I’m not lying Y/n-”

“Shut up.” You cut him off. “I don’t fucking care anymore. You are the worst mistake I have ever fucking made.” You wanted to sound intimidating, but the tears in your voice gave you away. You rushed out of the door before he could see you cry, almost laughing at the “Have a good night!” Sukuna threw your way as you did. 

The sound of a car door closing snapped you out of your day dream. You were at another convenience store. When did you get here? Suguru had just plopped in the seat next to you, handing you a bag. 

“Hold these for me, will you, beautiful?” He asked. You did as he asked, looking into the bag.

“Suguru, these are four lokos.” You pointed out. 

“Yep. best flavors too.” While you may agree with the green apple, he also had a gold flavored one, which was just objectively wrong. Not the point.

“Dude, these will fuck you up, what do you think you’re doing?” You asked as he pulled into a park less than a block away from your apartment. The two of you had spent many a night here on the swings.

“Trying to get fucked up, duh.” He laughed as he took the bag. He handed you the green apple flavored can of death. You sighed as you took it, getting out of the car and moving to sit on the hood with him. You noticed he had turned off the CD, Like a Stone now drifting softly from your car speakers. You wondered when he finally gave up on it. You finally opened the green camo can, and winced as the drink electrocuted your now sober nervous system. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as the alcohol saturated your systems. You wondered why you were here with him. What kept you coming back to Suguru Geto. Why couldn’t you just move on? Suddenly, you felt it in your bones when Chris Cornell groaned out “In your house, I long to be/ Room by Room, patiently/ I’ll wait for you there/ Like a stone” 

“I’m sorry.” He finally broke the silence. Your head whipped over to him. He was staring up at the stars. He looked so delicate in that moment. Like a gust of wind would shatter him into stardust. 

“What for?” You thought you knew, but you had to hear him say it.

“Everything.” Oh god, there were tears in his voice. It made you put down your four loko. “I’m sorry about all the shit I said to you the last time I saw you. I’m sorry I just tried to call instead of coming to face you, like a coward. And I’m sorry I couldn’t just man the fuck up and make you my girlfriend.” The words were tumbling out of him faster than he could process them, leaving him more vulnerable and honest than he would have liked.

It shook you. You weren't prepared for him to be so vulnerable with you that night. “It’s fine Suguru.” You muttered. He laughed and shook his head, finally looking at you.

“No it’s not. I hurt you.” He said matter of factly. “And then, I doubled down on it to make it all worse.” you were silent for a moment, staring at your dirty converse.

“W…why were you so against being with me officially?” You finally asked the question that had been weighing heavy on you for so long now. 

“I was scared.” He finally admitted. “I was so scared that if we put a label on it, things would change. That suddenly we wouldn’t be hanging out because we liked to be with each other anymore, that we’d just be doing it out of obligation.”

“Suguru, that's dumb.” You sighed, the booze making you a little more blunt that you otherwise would have been.

“I know that.” He laughed, bringing his knees to his chest. “I just…I don’t know. I thought if I kept you at an arm's length, I wouldn’t have to worry about it. There would be that space. But, I don’t know how to keep you at an arm's length. You’re like my favorite song, you get stuck in my head and I don’t even want to get you out. I just want you closer. So, I thought I’d maintain that space by just…not labeling us. And that clearly did more harm than good. When you left, I tried to just…let you go” he sighed, leaning back against the windshield of your car. He looked at you with love and adoration glimmering in his eyes. 

“I figured it was better that way, I tried to forget you. Yea, turns out that's a lot easier said than done. God, I can’t even think about listening to the Foo Fighters anymore. Which, Fucking Sucks because Everywhere But Here just dropped and I can’t bring myself to listen to it because you’re not there.” he laughed at his own stupidity, his palm meeting his forehead. He still couldn’t believe it took him losing you to realize how much you met. How cliche. 

You felt a lump in your throat. You had been wanting to listen to that album too, but couldn’t without him. It didn’t feel right. It felt like cheating. It was why you had picked up the fall out boy album instead. “You know,” You started, “You really hurt me. Like, you really fucking hurt me Suguru.”

“I know-” He sighed.

“But.” You cut him off, “I’ve also been a mess without you. It’s weird. You don’t really know how much you care about something until you’re missing it. And I thought I really cared about you even before the breakup.” You half chuckled to yourself. “And I mean, I want to still be mad about the fight. I want to hold it over your head. I wish I could hate you even half as much as I hate myself. But, I just can’t. I miss you.” you sighed, feeling foolish.

Suguru suddenly placed his hand on top of yours, pulling you out of your spiral. “I miss you too.” He confessed. Followed by a pause. “It’s not too late for us, ya know.” He finally said. “I’d really love to make you my girlfriend Y/n.”

🎵🎵🎵

Laughter filled the air as the two of you walked to your apartment building, deciding it was best to leave the car after the two of you had downed the alcoholic energy drinks. Buzzing with booze and caffeine was a different type of feeling. “Well, this is mine.” You smiled as the two of you walked up to your door.

“Sure is” Geto nodded, “Mind if I come in?” You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden gentlemanly persona. 

“Was this your plan the whole time?”

“Not the whole time but it was definitely the end goal.” He admitted, and you couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from embarrassment or alcohol. 

“And what was your plan if I said no?” You teased.

“Well, plan B was to see if you’d at least let me come in while I waited for Satoru to come pick me up.” He admitted. He really was one step ahead. 

“And if I said no to that?”

“Then I’d have one hell of a walk on my hands.” He laughed. You couldn’t help but giggle along with him. His laugh had always been infections. 

“Well, I’d hate to make you walk.” You chuckled as you unlocked your door, the two of you tumbling inside. In true Suguru fashion, he went straight to the stereo system in your room, looking to see what album you had been listening to. About a Girl filled the air of your small apartment. You chuckled softly as you joined him in your room. Of course he would play a CD he burned for you. 

You took a moment to actually take him in. mesh top clinging to his arms, an Alice in Chains shirt covering up the real action. His hair was messy from the walk, half up half down, and he now sported a slight stubble he hadn’t during your relationship. He looked good. He turned to look at you, dark eyes softening as he smiled softly.

“What?” He asked. You shook your head.

“Nothing.” you shrugged.

“Oh, so you wanna just keep eye fucking me? Ok, cool just making sure.” He laughed.

“And what's wrong with wanting to do that?” you laughed. He turned and smirked at you, moving to close the space.

“Why fuck me with your eyes when you could just fuck me?” He asked, a line you 're sure sounded way smoother in his head. You rolled your eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Yea, real smooth there Cruzan Cassanova, you-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence. Sugurus mouth had connected with you, the taste of pineapple alcohol and cigarettes mixing on your tongue. You melted into him, your hands coming up to tangle in his hair. You felt your pulse quicken as the kiss heated up, the drinks of the night combining with his presence to make your head spin. He bit your lip, using the small gasp you let out as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. 

God, you missed him. Your body cleared up any doubt, if there was any, in that fact with the way it immediately reacted to him. You felt his hands start to wander, moving down your spine to grab your ass. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your body tensed as you felt his hand slip under the waistband of your jeans and the elastic of your panties.

“Look at you princess,” He pulled back to smirk, lust filling his eyes, “Already soaking wet. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you missed me.” He never missed an opportunity to be condescending in bed, did he?

“Get fucked Suguru.” You groaned, your hips involuntary bucking into his hand as he pressed too fingers into your folds. You needed more.

“I assure you, I’m trying.” He grinned, removing his hand and making you almost scream in frustration. He kissed you before you could get a word in about how insufferable he could be. “I’m gonna take care of you Princess, don’t worry.” He assured you as he took your top off, “But it’s been awhile since I’ve been with my favorite girl. And I want to enjoy it.” he purred.

You weren’t sure how, but at some point he had gotten you on your bed and was taking off your pants. “Hey, no fair!” you panted as you realize. He paused what he was doing to look at you quizzically, trying to figure out when he had been anything other than fair. 

“You’re completely dressed and I’m basically naked.” You clarified sheepishly. Suguru held back a laugh at how cute you were. He finished his task, then took off his ratty band shirt.

“Better?” He asked. You felt like you were going to burn from the inside out as you looked at him. The mesh perfectly outlining every bump and crevice of his perfect body. Greek gods wished they looked like him. You nodded.

“Much.” you said as Suguru dragged you to the edge of the bed. You felt needy and helpless under him. He dropped to his knees in between your legs, kissing your inner thighs with intent to bruise. More than once he ghosted himself right where you needed him the most, filling you with frustration. “Suguru please..” You moaned out.

“Please what Princess?” He asked, smirking up at you.

“Please Sug, I need you to touch me.” You begged.

“But I am touching you Darling.” You almost kicked him.

“Suguru Please!” You begged.

“Princess, you can’t already be fucked stupid. I’ve barely touched you, Pretty-”

“Yea, that’s the problem!” you whined. He chuckled darkly at your pain, but relented.

“Where do you want me Princess? Right here?” he asked, fingers ghosting over your clothes core. Your breath hitched and you nodded frantically.

“Use your words Babygirl, you know the rules.” You took a deep breath.

“Yes, please Sir, I want you to play with my pussy.” You felt red hot saying all of those things out loud, but god the look in his eyes was fucking worth it. He was taking off your panties in an instant, marveling at the sting of slick that connected you to them until it snapped. 

“Fucking Christ.” He moaned to himself, one of his hands going to grind on his hard cock. “I’ve barely fucking touched you and you’re fucking gushing.” He chuckled, his hands finally moving to where you needed him to be. The moan you let out as his fingers finally found your clit was embarrassing. “Can anyone else do this to you Doll?” you shook your head almost violently.

“No, no sir. No one but you.” You panted softly, getting lost in the bliss currently filling your bloodstream. Shit, you 're not going to last long. 

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled darkly, two fingers abruptly darting into your cunt and making your entire body tense. “My slutty girl only puts out like this for me, isn’t that right?” 

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” he said, rewarding you with a third finger. You gasped at the feeling, your soaking pussy taking anything it could get and more. He curled his fingers, sending a rush of electric endorphins through your body as he graced your g-spot. You moaned out his name, your hands curling into your sheets. 

“Just out of curiosity, what have you been doing for six months without me?” His eyes were dark, letting you know he wasn’t just asking what new books you’d read.

“Thought of you.” You moaned, a tight knot forming in your stomach. 

“Oh?” He asked, pausing his actions. He wanted details.

“I thought about you fucking me.” Right answer, he started moving again, “I thought about how good your cock stretched me out, and how good it felt inside me. I pretended it was you fucking me whenever I used my toys, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing feels like you do Sug,” You moaned out your sloppy confessional. His thumb had found your clit and was massaging it in time with his relentless fingers. His free hand groping himself through his jeans, needed even an ounce of friction. “I’m so fucking close..”

“You’re goddamn right nothing feels like Me princess.” he groaned to distract himself, least he cum in his jeans like a fucking teenager. You felt yourself speeding off a cliff, his words only aiding in pressing the accelerator. “You think a fucking toy could make you feel even an ounce of what I make you feel? That's naive at best Darling. You’re fucking mine nothing and no one is ever going to make you feel the way that I do. Cum for me Princess.”

A few strokes later and you came hard on his fingers, pussy clenching around him in beautiful ways. Suguru didn’t know if he wanted to watch your cunt or your face, but it didn't matter really. He didn’t plan on letting up anytime soon. He finger fucked you through your high, removing his fingers only after you had semi-calmed down. 

He moved over you, slipping his fingers into your mouth which you gladly cleaned off for him, always eager to show him how good you were. You pulled off with a loud pop, looking at him with doe eyes for approval. You assumed he approved, because he was very quickly freeing himself of his tripp pants and boxers with the efficiency only a mall goth could ever possess. He was in between your legs before you had even fully processed what was going on.

He leaned down to leave rough kisses on your neck, the blissful pain of the bruises forming almost distracted you from the feeling of his cock pushing into your soaking wet cum. Almost. Nothing could ever fully distract you from the euphoria of Suguru Getos cock stretching you out in ways only he could. You moaned out his name, hands flying to claw at his back through the mesh shirt. 

He faltered, letting out a shaking breath as he felt your warmth for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. “Fuck Y/n. I swear to whatever god there is this pussy was fucking made for me.” He said through a breathy laugh, pulling back just to push back in, stroking your g-spot beautifully and earning himself an embarrassing moan from you.

“So fucking good for me.” he groaned. Every stroke of his hips sent a new wave of electricity through your core, your body reacting to his every move and begging him for more. If Suguru Geto was a drug you were an addict. The pleasure sent your head swirling and your nerves on fire. 

“God you feel so fucking good,” he groaned as he rolled his hips into yours, “I can’t fucking believe you forgot you we’re mine.” He said, his movements suddenly becoming rougher, forcing you to yelp out his name. “You tried to leave me and then couldn’t even get yourself off Doll, it’s almost cute.” He mocked. “You’re mine do you understand? This cunt belongs to me, Do you get that?” you nodded, trying desperately to take in all his words while the coil in your stomach began to tighten again. He had never been so possessive before. 

“Answer me Slut.” He demanded with a rough buck of his hips. You nodded violently.

“Yes! Yes Sir.” You groaned. You wouldn't argue even if you could have. 

“Say it.” He demanded, “Say my name, say you belong to me.”

“I’m all yours Suguru, You’re and only yours. I’ll never leave again.” You said, your second climax coming on faster than you would have liked. Every stroke of his hips hit your g-spot dead on. He really did know your body better than anyone else.

“Damn right you won’t.” He groaned, his hind falling between your bodies to massage circles into your clit. Your entire body tensed with pleasure as you started to come undone again.

“Sug-”

“I know.” There was no mistaking the way your pussy fluttered around him. He knew you were close. “Cum on me, cum on cock.” You didn’t need to be asked twice. A few more strokes of his dick and you were coming undone all over it.

“You’re so pretty when you cum Princess.” He said darkly, somehow picking up his pace. He wasn;t worried about your pleasure anymore, you got yours. He wanted his. And you felt so good around him, warm and velvety. He could stay in between your legs forever and be happy. He moved your legs over his shoulders, managing to fuck you even deeper than he was before. Your overstimulated moans only adding fuel to his fire. 

“You’re so pretty whenyou’re fucked out, you know that?” He said, condescension dripping from his voice. “So fucking pretty, You’re gonna look even better with my cum dripping out of your pussy, you know that?” The way you moaned and the way you clenched around him was enough to send him over the edge, filling you to the brim and somehow still finding the energy to fuck some of it back into you before collasping onto you.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, him inside of you and holding you close to him. You felt more thankful than ever to be on the pill as you played with his soft hair.

“I…is fucking Closer playing? Nine Inch Nails?” You asked, suppressing a laugh as you tuned into the song. Suguru lifted up his head to listen, laughing as he registered Trent Reznors distorted growl. 

“Oh my god, I think it is.” He laughed, “I forgot this was on here.”

“Helluva song to hook up to.” You laughed. He nodded in agreement. 

“Yea, definitely not the best for a hookup. But maybe not bad for a round two?”

[jade7b]

Suguru shortly after visits that village(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(I never wanted to be a mirror so much)

[linannsty]

jjk man preferences in bed

My first jjk post, let’s have a sex talk huh

being drunk and writing smut is a whole mood >

cw - female reader mostly, sex description, blowjob, a little breeding kink 18+

Gojo, Toji, Nanami, Geto

• Gojo Satoru loves when you on top, looking down at him and control all the process, riding him like a horse, seeing you having a pleasure and moaning really load, or having a reverse cowgirl pose and looking at your booty bouncing on him, or when you sitting on his face, and riding his lips and tongue, cum right in his month. He loves doing a lil quickie when he busy, and you sitting and table, or some place, hugging your legs around his waist, while his dick are moving inside your tight walls. He loves when you giving him a head, and swallowing all his cum. He would like being a little bit rough with you, if you into it. He also would love imagine, or even watching how you playing with yourself, with this toy he brought you, jerking off to videos and photos you send to him.

• Toji Fushiguro loves being a hard dominant in bed with you, showing his strength and power, fuck you almost in all pose you can imagine, hitting from the back and pulling your hair, while you bending your back, and whispering a dirty talk to your ear, hanging over your body in missionary, squeezing your boobs and kissing you, while his balls spanking by your pussy, and you moaning his name, asking to came inside you. He loves when your legs ( if they are long enough) being on his shoulders, and your pussy are narrows even more, making him go crazy. He loves when he fucking your month, while he also grabbing your hair, and cum all over your face, and tongue. He also would love chocking you in a process, and spank your booty, when you will ride him, sitting on his laps. Loves when you call him daddy.

• Nanami Kento loves when you coming to his work place, when he staying late, and helping him to relieve stress, being under the table on your knees and doing a blowjob, swallowing all the things, while he quietly moaning, stroking your hair, and telling how much he loves you, and what’s good girl you are. He loves having a missionary with you, enjoying your beautiful face and body, kissing your neck and sucking your boobs, he will enjoy all the process with you, making sure you will cum and having an orgasm first, he also loves having a sixty nine pose with you, licking and sucking your clit, while your booty being right on his face. He would cum on your stomach, or jerking off his dick and came on your pussy.

• Geto Suguru loves having a chill, slow sex, enjoying every minute with you, giving you head, eating you, because he loves when your thighs squeeze his head from coming orgasm. He also loves a standing position, holding you in his arms, while your arms are wrapped around his neck, and you moaning so cute in his ear. Geto loves cum on your face, when you give him head, and would prefer to cum inside you, if you let him. He loves being soft and gentle during process. He would leave kisses all over your body. He also love when you giving him a handjob, when you don’t have a lot of time, or even in public place. He will praise you and your body, telling how pretty you are, when you sitting in his dick, being absolutely naked. You making him crazy, and he loves absolutely everything about you.

Thank you for reading 🤍

Masterlist

[shintin]

For all SatoSugu shippers, i have a gift for you...

i found this yaoi fanbook today. i loved the plot and the artworks a looootttt. it's an angsty story and please read the tags before starting the story.

https://myreadingmanga.info/isa-isanayoruho-sorry-for-everything-jujutsu-kaisen-dj-eng/

just look at the art works...

i'm tagging the artist twitter here.

p.s: if you know this artists's tumblr, please tell me.

p.s.2: i cried while reading this fanbook and eating my lunch AT WORK.

[brianmaysclog]

Satoru’s Girl

In a world where you could have suguru geto, but suguru geto couldn’t have you.

a/n: HELLO! i am uh VERY excited about this! there will also be another one of these at the end, bc i obviously cannot say what i want now bc it’ll ruin the fic and we cannot have that. well actually, there are time jumps in the fic, so be prepared for that. anyways, i hope you all enjoy:)

Satoru x AFAB! reader, Suguru X AFAB! reader

word count: 6.3k (woohoo!)

Warnings: cursing, smut (although not really smut but i’m putting the warning anyways), marriage, pregnancy, birth, death, mentions of death, death scene (best way to put it). i would say this is probably pg-13, i think that’s all the warnings, if i forgot any please let me know!

likes and reblogs are appreciated, but not necessary.

“Hey alexa, play Satoru’s Girl.”

Now playing: Satoru’s Girl:

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Suguro Geto has been infatuated with you his entire life. The moment he first looked into your eyes, he swore he saw the future with you in it. He could show you his love, give you his love. He could give you the Sun on a cloudy day, the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow; but it wouldn’t matter. Because you weren’t his. You were Satoru Gojo’s. 

Best friends since practically birth, Sugru swore that he would worship you, cherish you, and protect you. 

That's why when you told him you were falling for his best friend, Satoru, he had to do everything in his power to prevent it. Not to hurt you, not to embarrass you, not even to shoot the shot himself. But simply to protect you. 

Gojo was a player. He cared for his best friend, yes, and he also loved his favorite girl and wanted you happy, but being with Satoru would only make you happy for so long. And he couldn’t bear seeing you so sad, especially if he could have prevented it. 

But it was too late, the two of you had declared your feelings for one another before Suguru had a chance to object. He could have prevented this, he should have. Not even now, in the past, he had time after time to confess how he felt, yet he never did, too worried about ruining your friendship or changing your view on him. It would kill him if you thought of him any differently.

If Satoru had known Suguru’s feelings, he never would have gone in, but Suguru is a people pleaser. He could tell for a while that Satoru was developing feelings for you, yet, he had hoped it was just a phase. That it was just one of Satoru’s silly crushes he would get and go away, when gone, he could then respectively get the opportunity to go for you; but.

The phase never ended. It was proven quickly that Satoru’s playboy phase was over, and he was ready to commit, settle, and create. 

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“What color?” 

“hm..” 

“I asked what color. As in the dress I wear for Satoru and I’s date tonight.” 

“Oh, uh, the blue one. It’ll pair really well with his eyes.” 

“You are so right! What would I do without you Suguru?” 

God, you were so beautiful in Suguru’s eyes. Crafted by the Goddess Aphrodite herself. Chiseled by the hands of Michelangelo directly. You were perfect, you were flawless, you were Satoru’s. He needed to get these thoughts out of his head, he needed to push past these feelings. He needed to get over these pent up feelings, he could no longer think about them and feel good about it; happy. Because you were not his, you were Satoru’s. 

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“Suguru, can I please come over?” 

“Uh yeah, sure doll. What’s wrong?” 

You hesitate before you answer, not sure if you want to say anything at all. 

“Satoru and I got into an argument. He left and I don’t want to be here by myself; I can’t. I’m just too frustrated, angry, I can’t stand being here right now.” 

Suguru can feel the clench of his jaw get tighter, almost painful. How dare Satoru hurt his girl. How did he hurt his girl? Did they disagree on something? Did he insult her? Did he lay with anoth… no he wouldn’t. But it is a possibility. 

In fact, it didn’t matter what he did. Suguru was seeing red, and in that moment, he wanted to hurt Satoru and protect you. 

By the time you arrived at Suguru's, you had stopped crying. Your face red and puffy, but also emotionless. Feeling nothing but anger and regret in the moment. 

Suguru welcomed you in with a hug, so warm and comforting. You stay like that for a moment and breathe in his scent. Menthols and cedar, so familiar and pleasing. 

He sends you to the couch and goes to the kitchen to grab two wine glasses and a bottle of the wine brand you really enjoy.

“So doll, tell me what happened.” 

In which you do. You proceed to tell him how the two of you went out to eat with some of Satoru’s coworkers. and how you didn’t appreciate his work wife (her words not yours) hanging all over him, especially in the presence of you. Scooting in real close to him in the booth at the restaurant, causing you to have to sit between two of his coworkers. Then, she would constantly interrupt you every time you had something to say, and would belittle you. The worst part of it all, Satoru let it happen. His coworker, Nanami, said something before he did. Actually, it does get worse, on the way home you bring this up to him, telling him how you didn’t appreciate this, and he brushes it off as her normal behavior, which then, makes you think. If this was how she acted when you’re around, how does she act when you’re not? This stirs the pot even more, makes it reach a boiling point, as you begin pointing accusations towards him and it just got nasty from there. 

You take your final sip of your third glass of wine, signaling Suguru, still on his first glass, for another refill. 

“Of course, I feel bad for accusing him of such things, but do you blame me? They looked like they were the ones in a relationship and I was one of the coworkers!” 

“Don’t feel bad. It’s normal to feel that way, based on what was on display for you tonight and with how you were feeling. You had every right to be upset.” 

“I know Suggy, I just feel so bad about it.” 

“Do you know where Satoru is now? You mentioned he had left.” 

“No.” 

A moment of calm before the storm.

“Wait. What if he’s at that bitchs’ house. What if he’s over there laughing with her about how oblivious I am. What if he’s already fucked her, rolled over and said goodnight-“

“Y/N stop. That’s not happening and you know it. He could be at the gym, even sitting in the car. Have you called him ?” 

“No…I don’t want to talk to him, right now.” 

It sucks. It really does. Being stuck in between the disputes and fights between your best friend and the love of your life. Conflicting on what side to be on, having to choose between your brain and your heart. 

“Okay, maybe I’ll do the talking. I’ll call him and check in to make sure he’s okay. Where’s my phone-“ 

Maybe it was the wine talking, actually it was the wine talking. You would never do this sober. You loved Suguru, but not like this. This was out of spite. Out of anger. Nothing but pure venom behind this. 

Suguru knew this. He dreamed of this moment every night, but not like this. 

Your lips on his. 

He knew this was wrong. He knew you didn’t mean this. He knew he couldn’t enjoy it. You were tipsy, he was not. You were in a relationship with his best friend. He couldn’t. 

He gently pulled away and looked at you, tears now slowly cascading down your face. 

“Y/n..” 

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

There’s silence, followed by a knock on the door. A familiar knock. The knock only Satoru does. 

“Suguru. I messed up. Can I come in?” 

The tears fall down your face even more now. Guilt taking over. 

“This never happened, okay?” Suguru speaks up, heading towards the door. He wants it to keep happening. He wants to keep kissing you, properly. He wants to make you feel better, to make you forget the events of the night, ever happened, but he knows he can’t.  

Suguru doesn’t open the door until you respond with a faint “okay,” acknowledging to never speak about what just happened. 

Satoru walks in, explaining, just how you did, what had happened. He then says he wasn’t at the gym, wasn’t at her house, but that he was just out. Walking around, clearing his head, feeling so stupid. Feeling so shitty he hadn’t done anything, feeling like he needed to do something to make it up to you, he just didn’t know what. That’s why he was here at Suguru’s. You, not yet noticed by him. 

When you are, Satoru's eyes pop out of his skull, relieved. He was worried you were at home, alone with nothing but your thoughts and his harsh words. He left you, which was so selfish of him. He should have stayed there and talked it out. Apologized with his words and his mouth….and tongue….and hands…. 

He trusted Suguru with his life. He knew that the two of you had been friends forever. Even before the two of them met in middle school. He had nothing to worry about. He knew you had seen Suguru as a brother, and from what he was told from Suguru, that you were not his type and nothing but a friend to him. He trusted Suguru to comfort you and be there for you when needed, so seeing you at his house wasn’t surprising at all. 

What Satoru didn’t know, though, was that you had kissed Suguru just mere moments before he arrived. 

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“Marry me.” 

The statement catching you off guard, you choke on the noodle you were slurping. 

“W-what? "I said, marry me.” 

“Right- Right now?”

“Well obviously not now, the courthouse is closed. Tomorrow we can. We’ll go shopping for our wedding attire then head our way down and officiate our love.” 

“Satoru, I would love to marry you, but don’t you think-” 

“Think what? That this is all too soon, so sudden? That I’m crazy? No darling I don’t think such things. I think that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. That I want you to have my last name, to become mine, officially. I want you to walk around when you’re shopping with Shoko and flaunt off the ring on your finger, showing you belong to me. I think that I want you, forever, and that I am so impatient I simply cannot wait to marry you. I want to see you all dolled up for me, in a beautiful dress, telling me how much you love me in front of whoever comes. I want you, forever-no, I need you forever. So, I’ll say it again. Marry me,” 

“Yes Satoru, I’ll marry you.” 

He places his hands on your face and pulls it closer to him. He then pushes your hair behind your ear and leans in so close, breath fanning on your lips. 

“Perfect. We’ll make it happen, tomorrow.” 

He then ends the sentence by finally capturing your lips with his. Fast paced and sloppy at first, but then slowing down to more sensual, passionate kisses, Before things become to heated, you pull back and confront him: 

“However, in the future, when we are rich, you owe me my dream wedding. A live band, a 10ft tall wedding cake, a beautiful gown,-”

“Deal,” Satoru says, kissing you again. “As long,” kiss, “you marry,” kiss, “me,” kiss, “now.” 

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“Suguru.” 

“Yes Satoru?” 

“What did you get y/n for her birthday?” 

Suguru chuckles. The two men sitting on the couch of yours and Satoru’s shared apartment playing Mariokart. You went out with Shoko for the evening so Satoru took his opportunity to discuss birthday ideals. 

“Why? Do you need ideas on what to get your loving girlfriend for her birthday?”

“WHAT! Of course not. She’s just been naming a lot of things she wants for her special day, and I want to make sure you didn’t get her anything I did, because otherwise one of us is gonna have to return it.”

“Right.”

Satoru didn’t like that and attempts to run Suguru off the track, but to no avail, fails. Suguru retorts by throwing a banana peel on the track, which in turns, makes Satoru fall off the track. 

“Bastard.”

“I’m in third place now you better catch up..” 

“I am……gonna be first, just you watch.” 

Silence consumes the two, the only noises being from the game and a couple of frustrated sighs and groans. 

“How the hell are you first Suguru?” 

“I’m just that good.” 

“Bullshit is what it is.” 

“Oh and would you look at that, I win.” 

“You’re a bitch.” 

“A winner is what I am Satoru.” 

Satoru rolls his eyes and hands his friend a five, the rightful bet for the round. 

“This isn’t over, I got plenty more coming.” 

“And you won’t have anymore coming once the night is over.” 

Satoru gets up and heads towards the kitchen and grabs two cans of that soda they like so much. He throws one to Suguru and the two of them drink it in silence before Suguru speaks up: 

“Oh, and to answer your question, I got y/n that blanket and house slippers she really wanted.” He chose to go a safer route, didn’t want to get anything too intimate, like the perfume you really wanted.

“In her favorite color?”  

“You know it. What did you get her?”

“I got her that perfume she really wanted, as well as some snacks, and drinks she really enjoys. I also got her that huge stuffed animal she wanted, the sweaters, and that dress.” 

“She’s gonna love it.” 

“I hope so. I don’t want her to think I overdid it. She deserves all of it, and I want her to know that, too.” “She will. Don’t overthink it.” 

And the conversation ends with perfect timing, as you walk into the door with multiple bags in hands. “I’m back! Did you miss me?” 

“Always dear,” Satoru greets you, taking your bags in hand and giving you a kiss. “Hey Suguru!” You finally spot the black haired man and give him a hug. He inhales your scent, quickly, and smiles. 

“Hey doll. Did you have fun with Shoko?”

“So much fun. Actually, you two sit down, I’ll give you guys a little shopping haul!” You squeal with excitement. 

And the two men sit down as you take the bags back from Satoru. You then proceed to show them everything you got. From the hair clips, to the graphic tees, to the..

Oh. You managed to purchase everything you wanted for your birthday. 

“Looks like we’re both gonna have to return what we got her,” Satoru whispers into Suguru’s ear, which manages to make him laugh. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, faking a hurt expression as they interrupted your haul.

“Nothing love, continue.” 

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“What?” 

“You heard me.”

Suguru couldn’t believe his ears. He never wanted to imagine this, and even if he did, it happening so soon, while the two of you were still so young. 

“I don’t’... I don’t know how to tell Satoru. I don’t even know if he wants kids, we’ve never talked about it, really, before. What if he’s angry? Or scared? What if he leaves me?” 

Tears begin falling down your face faster than you are able to wipe them off. 

Suguru has always wanted kids. Especially if they were with you. He knew, in that moment, that if Satoru refused it, he would help you. 

Except he knew Satoru wouldn’t refuse it, nor would he leave you. He would be so happy. He loves kids, and he’s wanted to be a dad, probably, much longer than Suguru wanted to be. 

“And, knowing our families, who knows how they’ll react. They could be angry, sad, happy, or  worse, disown us. Oh Suggy, I’m not ready for this, I can’t do this.”

“y/n, relax. Breathe. It’s okay. For starters. Satoru will be beyond happy. I can guarantee you that. I know him just as well as you do, so trust me on that. I know you're scared, and I know it all is happening so fast. But that’s okay.” 

“But our parents-” 

“To hell with them. If they aren’t happy, if they aren’t bursting with joy at the fact that you are carrying their grandbaby, then forget about them. You know that Satoru and you will have mine and Shoko’s support and love. You also know that my family will love that baby like it is their own kin and spoil it more than it needs to. Again, I know it’s all so sudden. I know it’s happening so fast. But, it’s okay. It’ll all come together in the end.” 

“Thanks Suggy, I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

You embrace him in a hug and begin crying softly, but this time with happy tears. You know it’ll be okay. 

“You know I’ll always be here for you doll.” 

“I know, I love you Suggy.” 

“I love you too.” And he really does. But he needs to stop. 

You were, now, carrying the child of his best friend. He needs to overcome these feelings, it isn’t right. It isn’t fair. But he can’t stop. 

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“Absolutely no peeking at all. You understand me?” 

  “Yes ma’am,” Suguru and Shoko both say, the pair also doing a little hand salute. 

You and Satoruo had planned a little surprise for the two of them. They knew you were pregnant, they just didn’t with know how many, So once you had left the OBGYN appointment, the two of you began planning your surprise. 

“Can we look yet? I can feel my forehead getting sweaty with this blindfold.” 

“NO Suguru, LEAVE it on.” “Satoru-” 

“NO ifs, ands, or butts. We’re almost done. Be patient.” 

A very long, dramatic, time later, you then announce to your two friends that they can take their blindfolds off. 

“Finally.” 

There is a moment of silence once they are removed and the two of them look at you and Satoru, confused. 

“Erm doll, what are we supposed to be looking at?” 

Satoru had a sweet tooth, so when he saw the candy bars he had come up with the perfect idea. 

You handed a Hershey’s bar to Shoko, with the HER colored in. 

“It’s a girl?! Ohmygod!” she jumps up and gives you a hug, tight, but not too tight afraid she may hurt the baby. 

“Don’t celebrate just yet,” Satoru says, handing another Hershey's bar to Suguru, this time the HE being colored in. 

“Wait, it’s a boy?” 

“Well yes, technically the both of you are correct,” you say, waiting for the two of them to piece it together. 

It takes a little bit, watching the two of them trying to connect two and two together, but eventually Shoko yells out, “Twins? YOu’re having TWINS?” 

“Ding ding ding!” 

“YES! More babies to spoil!” Shoko then engulfs you and Satoru in a hug, The three of you jumping around in a circle. 

Suguru, although happy for you two, is sat on the couch in shock. His heart aching, He should have been the one announcing along with you that you were having twins. 

“Congratulations you guys. I’m really happy for you.” 

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Satoru watches you as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hands on your belly, eyes darting back and forth between your growing stomach and your face. 

“Love, what’s wrong?” 

You hesitate, and of course Satoru sees as your face changes between upset to content. 

“Nothing!” you smile.” 

“Don’t lie to me. I know when something is up.” He gets up from the bed and makes his way behind you, snaking his arms around you and his hands, now resting upon your stomach. “Talk to me.” 

“I just-” you begin crying. Tears pouring out slowly. “I feel so different. I look so different. My body is changing and I don’t feel beautiful anymore.” The tears more rapid now

Satoru turns you around, your face now laying directly in his chest. His arms tighten around you, engulfing you.

“Y/n?” 

“Yes?” you ask, lifting your face up to look into Satoru's eyes. They were so beautiful, so captivating. Entrancing you. 

“You are so beautiful, just as beautiful as the day I first laid my eyes on you. Just as beautiful as the first time we made love, when your skin was slick with sweat and hair all matted in a mess. You are just as beautiful as you were the first time you were hungover, sick as hell, throwing up everywhere. And just as beautiful as the day you said ‘I do,’ and we married. You are beautiful, and you always will be. You are growing our children. Do you understand how amazing that is? You are so strong, stronger than me. I could never do something like that. You are nurturing and doing everything you can to ensure that our kiddos are safe, healthy, and well nourished. I don’t understand why you are feeling like this, and I probably never will, but just know, to me; I know you are beautiful. And I love and appreciate the fact that you are doing this, holding our babies everyday.” 

“I love you Satoru.” 

“I love you too, y/n,” and with that, Satoru picks you up, with haste, and carries you to the bed. Where he spends a majority of the evening showing you just how beautiful you are, and how much he appreciates you. 

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“Hello?” 

You answer the phone, taking a break from decorating the nursery. You, Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko had all been painting, putting furniture together, and getting everything ready for your unborn babies. Satoru had left to pick up lunch about an hour or so ago, so the three of you had resumed working until he had returned. 

You were about seven months along at this point. Belly growing bigger everyday as you provided a nurturing environment for your babies to grow and develop in.You were glowing. 

But you always were in Suguru’s eyes. 

You begin looking pale, eyes bubbling with tears. Your hand, banded with a wedding ring, turning white as you are gripping the phone so tight.

“y/n.” 

No response.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” 

Shoko comes up to your side placing an arm on your stomach, meant to comfort you but it makes you feel sick.

Suguru stands behind you, preparing to catch you in case you collapse. 

“I-, I understand. I’ll be there shortly.” 

In which you hang up the phone and the tears officially fall. Sobs escaping you, and eventually you do fall, not hard, just to your knees. Suguru and Shoko follow suit with you, both pairs of arms are wrapped around you. 

“y/n…” 

“That-that was the hospital,”  you begin.

Sobs become more uncontrollable as you try to compose yourself and explain what you were just told over the phone.

“Satoru’s there. He-he was in an accident. A bad one. They-” 

You begin sobbing even harder now. Shoko wraps her arms around you, even tighter, lending her shoulder to you, so you can cry on it. 

Suguru’s face is blank. He doesn’t want to assume the worst. He doesn’t want to assume the worse not only for you, as he knows the pain and torture it would cause you, the emptiness you would feel, but he doesn’t want to assume the worst for his best friend. 

He’s known him for years. His brother, his idiot, the love of his girl's life. His comedic relief in the dark points of his life, his moral compass, his Mario Kart partner. 

He knew that if he lost Satoru, he would lose you too. He would lose himself. Things would be different. The stress it would cause you too, wouldn’t be good for the twins. 

Satoru was strong. The strongest he would call himself. He could pull through, he had to. For you, for your babies, for Suguru. He needed his best friend. 

“Let’s get down to the car. We’ll head that way now,” Suguru says, picking you up and carrying you towards the front door. Shoko follows suit, grabbing yours and hers bag, just in case. 

And just like that, the three of you head towards the hospital, as fast and legal as possible. 

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He looked so peaceful in the bed, Satoru did. The doctor’s, now, certain that he wouldn’t make it. The injuries from the accident just too severe, they did everything they could, they really did. Satoru just lay in bed. Not being able to do anything. Which leaves all that is left to do is say goodbye. You and Shoko had already said it. You taking a good few hours before you left his side, but the doctors and Shoko both agreed that you should take a break, The stress and pain not being good for the babies. You promised him you would come back. Whether it be when he is gone or not yet, you would come back. 

Now just sits Suguru and Satoru, alone in the room. 

Satoru’s still body is a different atmosphere than Suguru is used to. He’s used to Satoru’s banter, his quick jabs and silly jokes. His video game rage and loud belches. The silence, he didn’t like it. 

“Satoru.” 

Nothing. 

“Please, Satoru. Make a miracle happen.” 

Still, nothing. 

“Your babies need you. Y/n needs you. I need you. You’re my best friend. Please. You can make it.” 

This time there is something. A hand twitch. 

“Su….Su….Sugu..Suguru.” 

He stands from his chair, tears brimming in his eyes. Not yet allowing them to fall, he can’t. If Satoru somehow makes out of this, the tears need to be shed from joy, not sadness. 

“Yes Satoru?” Suguru then places his hands on top of Satoru’s. 

“I.. I need you to promise me something,” his voice raspy. So faint and dry. 

“Anything.” 

“Pl,,,please take care of my love for me. And our babies. Protect them, make sure they’re okay, like you used to.” 

“Satoru-” 

“Promise me. My babies need a good father figure in their life, and you can fill that roll. Y/n is  strong, so strong. But I need you to be there for her when she needs it. I need you to be there for her when she doesn’t feel beautiful, to be there for her on her birthdays, on our kids’ birthday. I need you to be there for them, because I won’t be able to. Can you please, promise me that you will do that?” 

Suguru couldn’t hold back now, crying full time now. He wasn’t supposed to see his best friend go. He wasn’t supposed to take on the role of his friend. He loved you, yes, but it wasn’t his place. You were Satoru’s, not his. 

“Yes Satoru, I promise.” 

He faintly smiles. 

“Oh and one more thing, before I forget.” 

“What is it?” 

“Don’t let my kids grow up without knowing who I am. Make sure they know how cool, awesome, talented, and amazing at Mario Kart their daddy was.” he attempts a laugh at this, but it turns into a fit of coughs. 

“I would, but I wouldn’t want to lie to your children. If anything you were mediocre at best.” 

Satoru attempts a fist, followed by a “bastard.” 

And for about five more minutes the two of them talk and say their goodbyes, until Satoru takes his last breath, as soon as you walk in too. 

You run to his side and begin crying. Shoko, behind you with a hand on your back, with a few tears falling down her face too. Suguru is on the other side, staring at his best friend. With no more tears left to cry, he just stands there emotionless, in shock that he really was gone. He had a job. A job that he had sworn to for his whole life, but now, it became much bigger. He promised his best friend, and he never intended to break it. 

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“Suguru.” 

He opens one eye, trying to make out who, or what was trying to get his attention.

Ever since Satoru’s passing, Suguru had left his apartment to move into yours and Satoru’s, which was the smarter choice since the nursery was already set up. He had moved into the old office, obviously no longer used. 

“Hm?” 

“Suguru, wake up. It’s important.” 

“What is it?” he sits up, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms out. He looks to his right to see the alarm clock which reads 4:45AM. 

“My water broke.” 

“Oh.” Suguru says. Yawning and stretching some more. “OH. NOw??? IT’s so Early!? WHy didn’t you start off with that?? WHY didn’t you just bust through the door screaming that?!”

“No time to question that, we need to head to the hospital, like, now.” “Right.” 

In which he hops out of bed and grabs the hospital bag heading towards the car. Following suite, you, carefully, rush down stairs of the complex, and get into the car. Sugru, now much more awake, ensures you have everything and that you are safely strapped in, and that both car seats are in the back seat. Once he completes the internal checklist, he straps in himself and heads towards the hospital, this time, in a not so legal manner. 

On the way there you manage to get ahold of Shoko and she promises to be there the same time as you, so she is there when the babies are born. 

And when they are, it is 6:08 in the morning. Suguru and Shoko being there for you the entire time, a hand to hold each as you pushed each one out. And they were so beautiful.

Although Satoru wasn’t physically there with you in the room, you knew he was there in spirit. You could feel him. Feel his smile, feel his presence, and feel the tears of joy he cried from his babies being born. ______________________________________________________________

“Hey Satoru.” 

It had been about three months since the babies were born, Shoko and Suguru wanting to give you a break for the day, took the twins. You decided since you had the day off you would visit Satoru. “I promise, I’ll bring the twins to meet you. It’s just so cold, I don't want them to get sick. They arrived a bit early. Just so eager to meet us.” 

The rain now turning into a slight drizzle. 

“They are so beautiful Satoru, Megumi and Tsumiki. They both have a mix of our features, however they don’t have your eyes like I hoped they would. But, they have your smile and your nose, and the same attitude you had too. You would have loved them so much. And they would have loved you.” 

The rain picks back up again, but just for a moment, then it turns back into a light fall. 

“Suguru and Shoko have been great, amazing actually. They’re actually watching them today. Shoko insists on watching them a lot, she says it because I need a break and need to rest, but I think we all know it's because she loves being an auntie, and she loves spoiling her niece and nephew.  I swear, they have more clothes than you ever did, and that’s saying something.” There is a bit of silence as you sit there and just stare at his grave. Scattered around the grave are photos, you and him, him and Suguru, group photos of the four of you. Vases of flowers lined around the grave and his favorite pair of sunglasses sit on the very tip of the headstone. It’s as if  he decorated the grave personally. It was him.

“Oh! I brought you something! Or rather, some-things.” 

You reach around behind you and grab the bag filled with goodies for Satoru.

“For starters, this.” It’s a framed photo of you in the hospital bed, just mere seconds after pushing the twins out. You look exhausted, but Satoru would have thought you looked gorgeous. To each side of you is Shoko and Suguru, both of them holding one of your babies, a huge smile plastered on both faces. You take the photo and place it on an empty spot near the headstone.

“I brought these too, just so you can have a piece of them with you.” And you pull out two beanies, the exact ones that were placed on your twins head when staying in the hospital. No need for it anymore since they have grown out of it. You then place those next to the sunglasses. Little weights holding them down so they don’t blow away. 

“And finally, this. I know you will love this.” 

It’s a trophy, one that was found while looking at the flea market with Suguru one day. The two of you saw it, laughed, gasped, and immediately bought it. It was perfect. A trophy that reads “world’s best MarioKart player,” you place it directly in front of the headstone. It was so specific, why it existed, you didn’t know, but you were glad it did. 

As soon as you placed the trophy on the grave, the rain cleared. 

“Well, as much as I don’t want to leave, I have too. I enjoyed my time here today, Satoru. I love you.” 

You get up, dust yourself off and head back towards your car. In the time it takes to get there, you look up towards the sky and see a rainbow, faint, but visible. 

“Oh Satoru, you’re so beautiful.” 

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You and Suguru had the apartment to yourselves today. Shoko took the kids to the zoo for the day, and then would keep them for the night as well. She didn’t get to see them that often anymore due to her new job, so she took every opportunity to see the kiddos to the extreme, and would steal them for a few nights. 

It had been about five years since the twins were born and Satoru had passed. They were about to start school, so all of you were trying to get the last bit of fun in before it would be “unknowingly sucked away.” (As Satoru would have said). 

So with the house to yourself, you and Suguru sit on the couch, watching, who knows what movie, while eating takeout and sipping on some wine, except y’all weren’t sipping as you were already on the second bottle.

“This movie is boring, Suggy.” Hiccup. “Let’s watch something else. Or do something else.” 

“Like what doll? Neither of us are in a state to drive.” 

“Hmmm-“ you begin but interrupt yourself with a fit of laughter. 

“Hey you! What’s so funny?” Suguru joins in with you with laughter, jabbing his hands to your side and tickling you. 

“Hey STOP!” Your laughter now becoming more uncontrollable. 

The tickle fight-or rather tickle assault since you haven’t been able to get your hands on Suguru- comes to an abrupt stop as you fall off the couch, bringing Suguru down with. 

You lay on the floor, with Suguru hovering on top of you. His hands holding yours over your head. Breaths are shaky and uneven. The two of you staring into each others souls, not daring to break the contact. 

Heat rises up to your cheeks, but that was because of the wine. Right? Definitely not because you are feeling some way about Suguru, no. You loved Satoru still, you couldn’t. 

But, it had been so long since you felt good. 

“Su-Suggy.” 

And as if he had read your mind, he placed his lips on yours, but in a way that was so soft. It wasn’t sloppy, it was perfect. So passionate, so needy.

Suguru had wanted this forever. An actual kiss. It felt so wrong, but it was so right. He needed this. Satoru told him to take care of you, but he never specified on how. 

Every thought of guilt being pushed further and further into the back of his mind. 

The wine giving him courage? Maybe, however he would have never done this if he had thought you wouldn’t reciprocate it back. He had noticed for a few weeks now the way your stares towards him had become more longing and more sincere. The touches you gave him on his arm or back, even the way you wrapped your arms around his neck, became longer and more heartwarming. Even if this was a one time thing, a moment of selfishness, pleasure, and lust, he was going to make it worth it. Make it the best moment of his life. He was going to make you feel good, gonna make him feel good. 

“Let’s move to my room, doll.” 

The run towards his room is fast. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him move that quick before. Quickly, he lays on the bed and pulls you on top of him, where now, you are straddling him. 

A few more kisses are exchanged before Suguru is pulling your top off, no bra on as the two of you were just lounging around the house. 

He stares, hard, although he doesn’t mean too. The stare now making you feel nervous and small, causing your face to shift. Of course, Suguru notices this.” 

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” 

Suguru did fulfill his duty to make you feel good. It was more than good, it was the best you ever felt…..in a while. 

And in that moment of climax, shared between the two of you, Suguru was yours. You had him. You’ve always had him, but then. You really had him. You had officially seen him when he was most needy.  Seen him in a moment of pleasure, ecstasy. 

But, Suguru didn’t have you. 

Because, 

No matter what he did, how he made you feel, you would never be his. You were never his. 

You are and always will be, Satoru’s.

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a/n: wow! and here it is. i am actually really proud of how this came out. now, onto what i needed to say. i’m thinking of writing a bunch of different side stories about this, like reader telling Gojo they’re pregnant, Gojo and readers first date, Gojo before the fatality, maybe an alternate ending👀 if that is something you guys would be interested in, lmk and i’ll start writing. thanks for reading<3 highly appreciated 🥰 sorry for the pain i may have caused, if it makes anyone feel better i got v emotional writing this!

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i have an idea… y’all wanna see ice skater!reader x hockey player!geto..?

it’s here!

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🏮I’ll keep you safe🏮

Pairing: Yuji Itadori x Fem! Reader | Ryomen Sukuna x Fem! Reader | Yuji Itadori x Ryomen Sukuna|

Rating: |If you are a minor please do not read! | Red/orange - description of fighting, violence, family abuse, smut, psychological violence, What if! | Other warnings will come with the continued drafting|.

Summary: You have just moved to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College with great effort and with many sacrifices. You had to fight a long time with your family - as a woman you could not practice witchcraft and the occult arts, you had only the task of marrying another sorcerer and to give life to an heir who possessed the technique of your family that you, Ironically, you inherited from your mother - but lucky for you, your late mother, she was a classmate of Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguro (they were very close friends at school you saw from the photos your mother had kept) And the two of them managed to get you a job and make a deal with the brass and your family. Your task now is to study, hone your technique and live your life freely, that’s what your new teachers told you. The school is wonderful and your classmates are all kind to you and you are getting attached to each of them, but Yuuji is the sweetest and immediately got in tune with you, despite being the container of one of the most powerful curses of all creation is sweetness, and he’s always there to help and protect you. Sukuna, on the other hand, is difficult to frame, you have understood that he is interested in you and your cursed technique, but he is enigmatic and you can not always understand his thoughts, but this is what fascinates you about him. You have aroused the attention of the king of curses and his vessel. Your life is about to change in ways you do not expect.

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[mavrintarou]

[4:03PM] Geto Suguru

First Geto Suguro - if you haven't seen the newest season of JJK - he is one hot tamale.

Warning: explicit smut; Y/n has... an interesting curse technique; angst - spoiler . Y/n was always cast aside as her curse energy was little to none and everyone found her useless. She was merely kept in their midst solely due to being the last surviving member of her bloodline.

To her delight, she preferred that they ignored and excluded her, she cherished the moments when everyone left her undisturbed. Nothing appealed to her more than being left alone, engrossed in her books, with no interruption.

However, the higher-up was determined to maintain their control over Y/n, they were patiently anticipating the manifestation of her curse energy and technique.

“Her bloodline ends with her… surely Y/n will manifest the greatest curse technique when the time comes.”

. .

Y/n entered her apartment and hooked her keys on the rack. Under her breath, she barely murmured, “Yami yori idete yami yori kuroku, sono kegare o misogiharae.” An invisible shield immediately locks down the perimeter of her apartment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she muttered out loud. She hung her jacket in the closet when she finally saw him emerge from the dark corner.

Geto Suguru.

She has been informed of his heinous crimes, and the substantial bounty placed on his head if he was ever sighted.

Cherry Blossom, emerged out from the wall to her left, whimpering, “he is too strong master…”

Y/n lift her hand, patting the cursed spirit on the head, “he is an old friend, sorry, I hope he did not hurt you or the others?”

Cherry Blossom whimper, “he ate Smelly…”

Y/n cast a glare at Suguru, “really?”

Suguru threw his hands up in defense, “my bad, I didn’t know he was one of your curses.”

“Guardians! We are her guardians!” Cherry Blossom shouted, before cowering and apologizing to her master for her sudden outburst.

“It is okay, Cherry. You may go back, I’ll handle him.” Y/n assured with a smile.

The blue-gray curse disappears into the wall, entrusting her master. Y/n can feel her other curse spirit friends retrieving as well.

Once they were out of her sight and presence, she cast another veil, not only for privacy but to protect any potential lurking eyes and ears that might be following Geto.

The first time Geto witnessed Y/n’s curse technique, he was dumbfounded. The shy and meek petite girl fooled everyone behind her thick-rimmed glasses and books.

Geto was assigned to a mission alone to hunt down an unknown grade curse spirit that has been spotted at one of Shibuya’s hottest nightclubs. He walked down the corridors to the private room in the VIP area. As he neared, he opened the room and found a couple inside.

It took a second for him to realize what was going on. They were fucking. The man had the woman against the wall, thrusting hard that the room echoed with nothing but her moans and skin slapping skin. Her moans could be heard even with the loud music echoing in the background.

They didn’t seem to acknowledge him or sense his presence.

It was him, Geto thought to himself, the cursed spirit. When he got the mission and read the case file that numerous women have disappeared without a trace. Now it made sense, it was a sex-cursed spirit behind the missing women case.

Geto released a weary sigh, unfastening his sleeve cuffs and rolling them up. He couldn’t help but groan inwardly, feeling the discomfort of interrupting such an intimate moment. However, just as he was about to speak, his gaze connected with the woman, who met his eyes head-on.

His eyes narrowed in confusion but quickly widened with disbelief as he recognized her before him. He couldn’t believe his own eyes at the unexpected revelation.

Y/n’s head tilted back against the wall, her mouth echoing soft moans and she pressed a finger to lips, silently gesturing him to remain quiet and standby.

Suguru blinked repeatedly, making certain he wasn’t caught in a hallucination. Yet, every time he opened his eyes, there she was: Y/l/n Y/n, the last person he least expected to encounter.

He felt his cock jolt when she smirked at him. He watched her legs wrap around the man’s waist, tightening her arms around his shoulders and whimpering loudly, “cum, cum inside me… give me your cum.”

Suguru had to look away, feeling his cheeks flushed. He was getting turned on by the second. He didn’t need to see the rest of it, he heard the man finish, groaning and Y/n crying in bliss.

Seconds later, he heard a thump on the floor. His eyes bulge out watching the man disintegrate into the air.

“What… the fuck?” His eyes couldn’t leave Y/n’s naked body as she slipped her tight dress back on. “Care to tell me what the fuck is going on?”

She tidied herself up before responding. “I took down a cursed spirit, no big deal,” Y/n said casually, walking up to him as if a few seconds ago, she had not just taken an unknown cursed spirit down by draining their cum dry.

“Wh – what?” he stuttered, caught off guard. Her small hand pressed against the pecs of his chest and they slide down to his abdomen. “Y/n…” her name came out like a choke more than a warning.

“Want to find out?” She looked up at him with eyes that made his knees weak.

“A – about what?”

“My curse technique?”

“H – how?”

“I’ll show you,” she whispered, and his eyes screamed yes.

She pushed him onto the couch and straddle his lap, her lips pressed against him while her hands worked at the belt buckle.

“Y/n,” Suguru breathed when she broke off the kiss and scoot off his lap, she tugged his briefs freeing his cock that was hard and aching. Before he could utter a word, her mouth was already wrapped around the tip. “Fuck…” he groaned, head tilting back against the couch. His eyes struggle to stay open as her head bobbed on his lap, he felt himself melting into a puddle before her touch.

That’s when he realized… she was feasting off his curse energy.

He did nothing to stop her.

Her mouth releases his cock with a pop and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Y/n repositioned herself on his lap, pulling her panties to the side and rubbing herself against the tip of his cock.

“Y/n,” Suguru murmured, a hand trailing up her waist to her chest. He felt himself draining by the second but he wanted to remember this moment, wanted to hang long enough to feel her pussy wrap around his cock. “Please…” His hooded eyes only followed her as she leaned closer until their lips barely touched.

Suguru quickly leaned up to kiss her, but was a second too slow as Y/n backed away with a playful smile on her lips before he could kiss her. With the last ounce of strength he had, one hand gripped her upper arm and the other snaked behind her neck, pulling her down to kiss him.

Y/n moaned into his mouth and dropped her weight, taking in his cock until he was fully sheath inside of her.

Instantly, Suguru felt a surge of energy through his body. His grip tighten around her arm and tighten the root of her hair, as he tugged her head back, breaking their kiss, his lips trail down her jaw and neck.

“Su… garu…” Y/n moaned, rocking her hips.

His grip loosened, and he leaned back and cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes are a vibrant emerald green, a color he was sure was not her natural color.

As if he was silently evaluating her, Y/n answered him.

She began rolling her hips, gradually increasing her speed.  

Suguru’s hand move to grip her hips, guiding her to bounce on his cock, his hips were meeting hers, thrusting deep and harder. Her cursed energy surged into him, kindling a blazing power within his very being.

He craved more and more.

Y/n gasped, being flipped onto her back with Suguru peering down at her. He widened her legs and continue to thrust.

He cursed, “you feel so… fucken tight… so good…” he felt his sack pulsing, ready to cum inside her.

“Cum inside me,” Y/n begged, affectionately touching his face.

As if her words were laced with magic, Suguru came hard, his hips struggling to stop even as he shot his cum deep into her womb. He couldn’t stop, wanting to continue to feel his cock stretch out her tight pussy. Her walls flutter and squeezed against his cock, milking every last drop out of him.

Suguru finally halt his movement, breathing hard and staring darkly into her eyes. He understood her cursed technique now.

Y/n possessed the ability to not only absorb cursed energy but also enhance it, amplify one’s cursed energy through sexual intimacy.

She fueled most of her cursed energy by hunting down semi-grade 1 or higher cursed spirits. She will seduce and have sex with them, absorbing their energy through their orgasm. She had the ability to manipulate and control cursed spirits much like Suguru, the only difference is she has cursed spirits submitting at her beck and call – wanting and willing to be her servant for a bit of her energy through any sort of physical intimate gesture whether it be through a simple pat on the head or a simple caress. She receives most of her cursed energy through sexual intimacy.

Suguru has never experienced such a potent surge of energy coursing through his veins; it felt as though every fiber of his being was fully charged.

Since then, he would come to her, seeking physical intimacy from her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Y/n said a second time, standing six feet away from him.

The wanted man stepped forward but was hit with an invisible force shield. That was another one of her specialties, she had the ability to create an invisible force shield as wide and far as sixty-five kilometers.

“Don’t be like that,” Suguru pleaded, pressing his large hands against her shield. “I need you… you’re all I have.”

“You should have thought about that before you became a wanted man.”

“I just want to be wanted by you.”

Y/n won’t deny the sexual connection she has with Suguru. It was a win-win relationship. His technique allowed her to feast and fuel on the cursed spirits he orally ingests, just as she can amplify his cursed energy through sex.

She draw back her shield and Sugar stepped forward into her safe zone. He cupped her face, while his other hand wrapped tightly around her waist. “Come with me, follow me.” His mouth hovers over hers, waiting for her reply. “Together, we can create a world… a new world…”

Y/n shook her head, “leave me out of it, ‘Guru.”

He loved the nickname she gave him, it already made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Fair enough,” he suspected her answer and respected it. Suguru does not know what the future holds and truthfully, he didn’t want her to be entangled in his plans, but he couldn’t completely let her go either. He had recently come to realize that his feelings for her went beyond using her as a mere vessel to fuel his cursed energy. Although she never voiced it, her actions demonstrated a genuine concern and care for him. “But don’t abandon me, please.”

She couldn’t even if she wanted to.

His lips kissed hers softly until she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Suguru easily lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to her room and gently placed her on her bed.

Their clothes scattered all over in seconds as he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy, impaling her slowly.

Neither of them spoke, silence enveloped them both, as neither had the desire to broach the truth of how this encounter could potentially be their final meeting.  

It suddenly made perfect sense to her why he had been usually gentle towards her lately, treating her as delicately as if she was a fragile flower. He held her tenderly with the hands that had killed hundreds.

“Suguru,” Y/n moaned, pressing his forehead against hers, I love you.

“Y/n,” he called her name with the same gentleness, he thrust deeply, groaning against her mouth, I love you too.

He made love to her repeatedly until the morning. She lay in his arms, pressing a kiss to his heart.

Hours later when she woke up, he was gone.

Months later, tears spill from her eyes as Gojo Satoru stood before her. In Gojo’s palms were Suguru’s black circle earrings.

Her hands trembled as she took them from his palm, her fingers closing around them.

Her other arm encircled her bulging belly, providing a secure embrace for their unborn child that nestled within.

. . .

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[gojos-thot-patrol]

Suguru Geto, Pining, “It’s true romance is dead. I shot it in the chest and in the head.” 🌶

Hey, so remember when I said I was going to make these short little fic lits? yea? This is a whole ass one shot, I got so lost in the sauce, I started this at like, 4 pm, its 6:30 am, I need to lie down...

Now Presenting...

Starring: A truly love sick Suguru Geto making some of the worst mistakes he can make in this situation.

Suguru missed you constantly, but he especially missed you late at night. He really had no one to blame but himself. He had never been much of a romantic, always believing it to be pretty useless in the grand scheme of things. Romance was like driving around in a classic car; yes it was fun and flashy at first and everyone is jealous of you. But it's a lot of upkeep, it's not very fuel efficient, and when you inevitably drive headfirst into traffic because of some issue you didn't even know about, you get sent home in a body bag, and the car gets passed on to your next of kin.

You challenged that long held belief though. You were funny, and kind, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Suguru remembered meeting you at that concert as a before and after event. Who he was before you, and after you. The two of you had spent the summer listening to any new record you could get your hands on, going to dingy basement parties for the free booze, and in the backseat of his car. On highways going 100 miles per hour and parked on backroads counting the stars in the sky. You were his first love.

So of course he had to ruin it. He may have loved you, but that didn't mean he knew how to love, or that it came easy. You got frustrated with his refusal to label your relationship, the way he treated you as if you were his dirty little secret, and how most nights he only called when he was already high. Your final fight, if you could call it that, was barely an argument. It was quiet, filled with the things he wanted to say as you told him that it had been fun. But the summer was over, and you were done being used. The romance was dead before it even started.

Even now, as he laid in his bed texting some woman he met at a different party, all he could think of was you. He tried to imagine he was talking to you, but frankly, her texting tone was all wrong, and she sent pictures of her tits way too fast to ever be you. He was used to having to work for it, but it seemed like this girl was looking for exactly what he was looking for: something to fill the void. 

"I showed you mine, you show me yours 😘🍆💦"

Gross. Suguru cringed at the explicit use of emojis. But, he reached into his pants anyway. It's true, romance was dead. He had personally shot it in the chest and in the head. He was still trying to get the angle right to make it look bigger than it really was (not that he needed to) when his phone rang in his hand. "Oh God, please don't ask me to talk to you" he thought to himself. He didn't have it in him. He wanted meaningless, impersonal sexting right now. If she wanted an emotional connection, she was fucked. That was reserved for you.

He actually looked at the name lighting up his screen before sending it to voicemail, and for the first time in three months he felt his heart race. "Shit!" He muttered under his breath, rushing to answer his phone and put his dick up at the same time. 

"Hey Y/n. Wasn't expecting to hear from you tonight." He answered, trying to sound like he was just woken up instead of trying (and failing) to take a cock pic. 

"Hey, I need your help." You sounded so unbelievably defeated. Suguru didn't know if the tightness in his chest was from the inherent anguish of hearing you sound so broken, or from the rush of euphoria of you needing him. All he ever wanted was for you to need him. 

“What’s going on beautiful?” He asked, trying to maintain the sleepy voice while rushing to his mirror to make sure he looked at least presentable. He didn’t, he looked like a mess that had spent the last three months alternating betweening lying awake at night, getting high with his best friends, and well, crying. But, that was fine. Hell, maybe it would even help his cause. He had that sad boy needs fixed vibe about him.

“Don’t call me-” you cut yourself off with an exasperated sigh, “Look, my car finally gave up the ghost, I’m stranded off of I-45 going into 6th street. Can you come get me?” Oh shit. Yea, that made sense, it was only a matter of time before that amalgamation of rusted steel and duct tape you called a car gave out on you. He still couldn’t believe you called him though.

“Of course I can pick you up baby girl, I’m on my way.” He said, pulling his arm through a jacket and grabbing his keys.

“Look, Suguru, I wouldn’t have called if I had another choice. Satoru has a flat, Kento is asleep and Ryomen is drunk. This doesn’t mean anything.” The icicle that pierced his heart and melted into his blood forced him to pause. You called fucking Sukuna before you called him? Hell, you called everyone before you called him. You were all his mind, body, and soul could think about; And he was your last resort. Typical. 

“I’m just happy you called me,” He muttered, “It's too cold to walk tonight.”

“I know, it’s why I called…I know it’s harsh, I just don’t want to give you any false hope.” you explained. Too late for that.

“Yea, thanks for that. I’m on my way.” he huffed, hanging up before he had a chance to say something he’d regret.

🚗🚗🚗

It probably wasn’t his best idea to blast the playlist that you had made him on this drive, but he had dug his grave and now he planned to lie in it. It wasn’t hard for him to find your car, at this time of night you were the only other person near the road. He parked behind the clunker, and went to text you about it, but you came to check out the headlights on your own. And fuck, this was a mistake, he should have woken up Nanami.

“Hey, thanks for grabbing me.” you shivered as you got into his heated car, immediately putting your hands to the warm vents, “It’s freezing out there.”

“Mmhmm,” He hummed an auto response. He was too lost in memory to focus on your words. The moment his eyes landed on you the emotions and memories came flooding back. He could feel your fingers tangling in his hair, and taste you on his lips. He wondered if you still remembered his taste, because he knew he was cursed with yours forever. 

“Soo…ready to go?” You asked, snapping him out of his daydream. He shook his head, trying to banish the thoughts of your soft skin against his from his mind. 

“Yea, no, sorry. I’m just…tired.” He said, pulling back onto the road. “So, any idea what you’re going to do about that?” He questioned, jerking his head back to your car. You groaned as you got comfortable in your seat.

“Fuck no. I can’t really afford a tow truck right now, and I’m like 68% sure the engine is blown.” you sighed, placing a hand to your temple to try and prevent the headache that was threatening to come back.

“I mean, I can help you if you want.” He offered, “I just got that job, so I’m actually doing kinda okay right now-”

“Wait, Sugubear, you got the job?!” You asked, all smiles and giggles all of the sudden. He even cracked the biggest smile he had in a long time at it. Sugubear. It was a pet name he hated during your relationship, but he couldn’t imagine why he ever did now. Now it made him feel like he was on cloud 19.

“Yea, I did!” He bragged, “I started like, 3 weeks ago.”

“That’s great Suguru! I’m proud of you!” You laughed. 

“Why thank you,” He nodded, “I’m pretty proud of me too.” He went to go and place his hand on your thigh, a reflex from when the two of you were still hot and heavy. He fully expected you to stop him. Maybe it was because of the relaxed atmosphere that was starting to settle, or maybe it was because you missed his touch as much as he missed yours; you let him make contact. He really hoped it was because of the latter. 

🚗🚗🚗

“Well, this is my stop,” You said, patting him on the shoulder as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment, “Thanks again for the ride-”

“Wait!” Suguru said without really thinking about what he wanted you to wait for. He just didn’t want this to end. He’d been without you for so long, he wasn’t ready to go back to how things were just an hour ago. “Can I come up?”

“What, why?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I only needed a ride.” Why?! What did you mean, why?! Because he craved being home? Because he missed the space the two of you had occupied for so long, the place you carved out for him in your environment and in your heart. Because he needed to be surrounded by everything that's you again, because every night when he slept he dreamed of the smell. 

“Because I need the like, four hoodies I left at your house that you still haven't given back.” He thanked God for three things in that moment; 1. That it was always ice cold in your house, making him always feel like he needed a hoodie, 2. That he left them there when you left him, and 3. That you had never given them back. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t really keep them from him. That would be theft. 

“Ok, fine. Just be fast, ok? I’m tired.” And you didn’t just mean physically tired. 

“Of course.” He said, fully planning to drag this out as long as possible. As the two of you went up the stairs, Geto found his hand landing on the curve of your waist. Anything to replicate the intimacy the two of you once had. And he noticed you didn’t remove his hand either. As he walked into your small studio apartment, he took off his jacket as well as yours. He could feel himself truly relax for the first time in months. Humans like to think that they get to consciously decide where home is, and they’re wrong. Home is the place where you feel truly safe, and calm. The place where you can truly let your guard down and let go of your worries and your sorrows. It was the place where you felt loved and secure, and you don’t get to decide where that was. Your heart did. The saying “Home is where the heart is” was true for multiple reasons. 

His first order of business was to lay down in the bed he helped you move up the stairs at the start of your relationship. The one he helped you break in. He collapsed face down into the pillows, melting into the cheap memory foam. He was pleased to find it still kinda remembered the shape of his body.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you asked, turning around to see him making himself comfortable. You turned your back for five seconds-

“Getting cozy, what’s it look like?” he asked, turning to his back. You had to laugh at the audacity of the act, really.

“And who said you could do that?” You quizzed him, walking over to pull him out of the bed. As you reached your hand out, he grabbed it, pulling you into the bed and into his chest. 

“I did.” He answered with a smile.

“Suguru, please, don’t do this. You have to go.” You tried to sound stern, you really did. But in the end, you couldn’t hold back your giggles. He was so warm.

“No I don’t,” He shrugged, “I don’t have to do anything, not really. I could stay here.”

“Sug-” You were cut off with a kiss. Suddenly, any protest you had in you melted into the honeyed warmth of his kiss against yours. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t crave Sugurus' presence as much as he missed yours. The safety and contentment you felt when you were wrapped in his arms was unparalleled by anyone else you had ever been with. It was what made him so.

His hand slipped to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him while his free hand played with the hem of your shirt. You moaned softly into his lips, your fingers going to tangle in his long dark hair. You noticed it was fully down. He must have been such a mess. He pulled away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly, to press his forehead to yours.

“I miss you so much, I can’t breathe without you.” He confessed softly. 

“I miss you too.” You finally admitted. He pulled your hips closer to his by your belt loops as you said that, showing you just how much he missed you. 

“I need you Y/n.” He whispered to you.

“I want you too.” You sighed. That was all the permission he needed. He was on you in a flash, sucking deep dark bruises into your neck as his hands moved to unbutton your jeans. You had never known him to be this eager, and in his he had never known himself to be like this either. Suguru wasn’t the type of guy to pine for anything. If someone didn’t want him, that was just fine, because there were a thousand and one people who did want him, and everyone was replaceable. Everyone but you. He had tried, so so hard to move on, but every new body he found himself in was just a pale imitation of yours. None of them could hope to be even half as warm and receptive as you were.

“Sug..” You moaned softly as his fingers traced the growing wet spot in your underwear. 

“Look at you Sweetest,” He teased, “Already so wet and ready for me. Did you miss me Darling?” You nodded and whined in response, rocking your hips to try and create more friction than he was willing to give. He couldn’t hold back the grin that tugged at his lips, seeing you so needy for him again. “How much did you miss me Darling?” He asked. 

“So much..” You whined out, “I thought about you every night when I…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish the thought.

“When you what?’ He wasn’t going to let you get away with that. Embarrassment burned at your chest and behind your eyes.

“When I touched myself,” You admitted. Your words went straight to his already impossibly hard cock. His own jeans were starting to get really uncomfortable. 

“Oh yea?” He asked, trying to contain himself. To try and distract himself from how tight his pants were getting, he slipped your underwear out out of his way, giving him direct access to your weeping pussy, and more importantly your swollen clit, He rubbed expert circles in them with two fingers, causing your back to tense with pleasure as a moan escaped your throat.

“I thought about that!” You announced, “I thought about how good you felt, and how much you filled me up,” A heat was already starting to pool in your stomach for him. You smirked at the next memory that entered your head, “I thought about facetiming you while I played with my pussy, and how you’d have reacted.”

“Fuck, you should have.” He groaned, imagining how that scene would have played out, “I would have come over sooner.” He removed his hands from your slit, much to your very vocal dismay, and pulled you out of your jeans and your panties. Before you knew it, you were on your back and he was in between your legs, holding your hips firmly in his large hands. He dipped his head in between your thighs, running his tongue from your cunt to your clit, collecting all the sweet slick pooling there. The familiar taste lit a familiar fire inside of him, and all he wanted was to see your face when you came on his.

His lips wrapped around your clit, writing his name with his tongue over and over again to lay claim to what was his. G. E. T. O. G. E. T. O. You let out a truly embarrassing whine as he did. Your hands found his raven hair, tangling into the messy locks and giving a good pull. All of this only aided to egg him on, and he slipped two fingers into your dripping cunt, curling up.

You saw stars explode in front of your eyes. Three months was a long time to be alone with just your cheap toys, and you found yourself more sensitive to him than you had been before. Sharp jolts of pleasure flowed through you in waves, building up a tension in your stomach. You tried to rock your hips up into him, but he held you still, leaving you to moan out his name in a truly pathetic manner.

“Say it again,” Suguru said, pulling away from you just long enough to communicate, “It sounds so pretty when you do.”

“Suguru!” You whimpered out, relief washing over you as he returned to the job at hand. He curled his fingers perfectly into your g-spot, leaving your body tense and waiting. “Suguru!” You called out again, earning you another direct hit and ohh boy you we’re not going to last much longer. “Suguru, please I’m so so close,” You moaned, throwing your head back as it became too heavy to hold up. Suguru didn’t let up on his ministrations, deciding that getting you over the edge was more important.

You didn’t just fall over the edge, you flew. You felt like a firework, with lighting bolts of pleasure shooting up through your center and exploding in your chest, washing you in embers of euphoria. Your thighs encased Sugurus head, and he decided he had no other choice than to eat you through your orgasm. A sacrifice he was oh, so willing to make. He didn’t let up on you until your trembling legs fell away from his head, leaving you a jittery mess under him. He couldn’t help but smile at his handy work.

“Have I ever told you how breathtaking you look when you cum Dearest?” He asked, lovingly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You gave a breathless laugh.

“Once or twice I think.” You muttered, slowly reregulating yourself. “It’s been months since anyone touched me like that..” You confessed softly.

“It’s been months since I touched anyone like that.” He responded. It wasn’t technically a lie. He didn’t care enough about anyone he’d been with since the two of you broke up to treat them with even an ounce of the care he gave to you. You pulled him down by his hair and into a kiss, tasting yourself mixed with him on his lips. He bit your lip to deepen the kiss, needing every ounce of you you were willing to give. 

Fuck, this was starting to actually hurt. His hand moved down to try and relieve some of the pressure building there. Everywhere you touched left a trail of electricity on his skin, and he couldn’t think of anything beyond making as much skin to skin contact as possible with you in that moment. And honestly, it was the only thing you wanted too. 

You pulled back long enough to pull off your shirt, cluing in Suguru to follow suit. You took the opportunity of distance to try unbuttoning his jeans. His hand met your wrist though.

“Y/n, You don't have to-”

“I want to.” You asserted, “You think you’re the only one that wants your cock inside of me? Please, I’ve been fantasizing about this way too long to settle for some, admittedly really good, head.” You were both lucky he didn’t lose it in his pants right then and there at your words. Instead, he pulled you into one very rough kiss, all tongues and teeth. He unclipped your bra as you unbuttoned his levis. You palmed him through his boxers, but not for very long before he pushed you away and finally freed his straining cock.

He stroked himself a few times, taking in the sight of you on your back and desperate for his cock. He wanted to remember you like this, just as desperate and needy for him as he felt for you. The sight of it alone sent electricity up and down his spine.

And suddenly, his lips were on your again, kissing them breathless and swollen as he pushed inside of you. You whined into the kiss, digging your fingernails into his shoulder blades as you tried to accommodate for his stretch. Suguru was thick, and it always felt like no matter how ready you were for him, you were never actually ready. You felt his shoulders tremble at the feeling of being encased in you again.

“God, you feel so fucking good Y/n,” He breathed out as he bottomed out. He gave an experimental thrust sending static coursing through every inch of your body and his. “Christ, it’s like you’re made for me.” He praised as he did it again, starting to set a rhythm that was going to send you into outer space. “So fucking good and just for me.”

He was saying a lot of yours and your mind was processing none of them. Every push and pull of his hips graced your overly sensitive g-spot perfectly, filling your body with ecstasy and your head with oxytocin and dopamine. Why did you break up with him again? It didn’t matter, not really. He was back and he felt so unbelievably good.

“So good Sug,” You slurred out, “So good, so big..” Oh, now that was an ego boost that went straight to his head- both of them in fact.

“Is my sweet girl cock drunk already? Fucked dumb on the man she thought she didn’t want anymore?” He cooed, his contempt with you for leaving him slipping into his words. Not that you registered anyway. You nodded stupidly, your second orgasm building up fast inside of you. It’s okay though, he wasn’t going to last long either. With every buck of his hips your walls hugged him tighter, sucked him in deeper, kept him there longer. It was a feeling he hadn’t been able to replicate once; be it with his own hand or whatever whore looked vaguely like you at the party that week. He was already starting to come undone, but was determined to get you there first.

“Sugubear..” You whimpered out softly, reaching a hand up and into his hair, making doe eyed contact with his quickly softening black eyes. Your hand fell from the back of his head to his cheek, cupping it gently. Instinctively he leaned into it, ignoring the panic in his chest as he realized that this was probably the most intimate thing he had ever done with another person. 

“Y/n, I-” His eyes widened as he realized what he was going to say. OH FUCK can’t say that! He may have been in love, but there was no way he could say it out loud. Not right now. “I can’t believe how good you fucking feel.” He groaned, moving one of his hands to massage quick circles into your puffy clit.

That was all the extra push that you needed. Your eyes screwed shut and your body tensed as it braced for impact. Fireworks erupted from behind your eyes and your body was overtaken with seismic waves of white hot electricity, pleasure coursing through your every being in sharp spikes. You felt like you had driven a ferrari at 169 miles an hour right off of a cliff and into a soft grave of euphoria and cotton. 

And Suguru was right behind you. The tremors of your pussy pulling him deeper and deeper, pulling him over his own edge. He held your waist with a grip tight enough to bruise as he came, the warm feeling filling and spreading throughout you from deep inside. He figured the consequences of this action were a future Suguru problem. He barely managed to collapse next to you instead of one you, pulling you impossibly close to him. It was as if he was scared that if he loosened his grip, the dream would end and you’d be gone again. 

You let him, enjoying the warmth for a long while. You pulled away with a kiss, and even then he seemed reluctant to let go.

“So, uh..wanna spend the night?” You asked sheepishly. He laughed softly. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” He said, kissing the top of your head. “Do you need anything? Anything at all?”

“Um, a warm rag would be great actually… ya know, for clean up.” You giggled. He nodded, instantly ready to grab you anything you needed. 

“Yea, of course! I’ll be right back.” He said, standing and heading to your bathroom. He wasn’t gone for very long before his phone pinged.

“Oh, hey you got a notification!” You called to him from the bed.

“You know my password, what’s it say?” He called back, assuming it was probably Satoru. Gojo’s sleep schedule was a nightmare and he had a tendency to make that everyone else's problem. Especially if he found another internet conspiracy rabbit hole to fall down. Suguru still remembered when he learned about the dead internet theory, he didn’t stop talking about that one for mon- wait, why hadn’t you responded yet?

“Well, what’s it say?” He called again, coming back with the warm rag. The look on your face instantly soured his stomach.

“Who's Naiomi?” You asked, tears swelling in your eyes against your will. Naiomi? He didn’t know, who the fuck was Naiomi? “And why is she sending you pictures of her breasts?” You asked. He didn’t fucking kno-

Oh.

Oh.

Naomi. 

Party girl.

“Hey, you should give me back my phone,” He panicked, joining you on the bed and trying to grab the device. You were quicker though, moving away on unsteady legs to read messages you Really Should Not be reading. 

“I’m so fucking hard for you right now Pretty Girl, I can’t wait to see you again and-” You muttered outloud to yourself before the realization hit you, “Wait, Suguru, did you meet up with this girl?! You said you hadn’t been with anyone!” You snapped.

“It was only one time-” He instantly regretted saying that, wondering why he couldn’t just put the goddamn shovel down. 

“No it wasn’t!” You yelled, “It very clearly wasn’t, why do you keep lying to me?!” You begged, fat tears of frustration starting to roll down your cheeks and absolutely devastating your former bedmate. He went over to you, and reached out to wipe the tears away, only for you to smack his hand away instead. “Don’t fucking touch me!” You demanded.

“Y/n, please, I’m so sorry, it was a mistake, she doesn’t mean anything to me-”

“If she doesn't mean anything, why are you lying about her!?” you scoffed, wiping away your own tears. “How many other people are there Suguru, and dont you fucking dare lie to me again, your phone is in my hand.”

Oh fuck. “Only a few.”

“Only a few?! How many is a few?” The awkward silence that followed was thick, as he desperately tried to remember the number. 

“Okay, so maybe a lot.” You thought you were going to be sick, just for him to continue. “I was chasing after you!” he tried to explain, “I missed you, I missed our intimacy, I tried to find it in hollow sex with strangers-”

“They’re not strangers if you kept going back!” You snarled. 

“I know! I know But they’re all just off brand you! They mean less than nothing to me, especially compared to you!”

“That’s not helping!”

“Oh, come on Y/n! We were broken up, I’m willing to bet you met up with someone-!”

“I absolutely did not, you fucking pervert!” you seethed, throwing your own phone at him for him to catch, “Look! And it’s not like I didn’t have the opportunity either! Gojo tried to hit me up less than a week after we called it off.” You sneered, just to rub salt into his wound. It worked too, especially when he went to your messages to confirm it. That two faced fucking bastard was trying to talk you up while Geto was actively crying on his shoulder. He threw your phone onto the bed.

“Look, I don’t understand why you’re acting like a crazy bitch about this! It’s not like I cheated on you, I couldn’t have! We were never actually dating!” He snapped, cyanide dripping from his words and hitting you directly in your soft heart. Geto was having an out of body experience, watching the whole thing as if it was a gruesome horror movie. He wanted to shake himself and yell DO YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?! OUT YOUR EGO ASIDE FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS AND COMFROT HER GODDAMN IT. 

The silence that followed was thick with regret and shame. He felt it weighing down on his shoulders like a soaking wet weighted blanket, in the color mental illness gray. “Y/n, I-”

“I think you should leave Geto.” You were so calm. Calmer than the say you broke up with him the first time. It petrified him, turning every muscle fiber he had into cold stone. 

“Please, Y/n, I’m sorry, I-”

“I think I made a mistake calling you tonight.” You said, starting to get dressed, no longer comfortable with him having any claim to your body. You felt like you needed a boiling hot shower. Luckily, he took a hint from you and started getting dressed himself. “I’ll send you gas money-”

“You don’t have to do that Darling.” He cut you off. You let out a humorless laugh.

“I’m going to. I don’t want you to feel like I owe you anything. And after that, please don’t contact me again, Suguru. I-I really can’t be around you.” The thought of that happening gutted him to his very core. Even after the two of you had broken up, You’d see each other at frat parties and basement shows. You’d talk, even if it was only small talk, just to be polite. It was those small interactions that got him through those six months. He had no idea how he was going to manage a life completely devoid of you.

“No, Baby girl, please, we can work through this-”

“Please stop calling me pet names.”

“Y/n, I’m begging you don’t do this. We can work this out, I love you.” He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, anything to not lose you. But, he fucked up because the tears were back again. Instinctively he went to hold you, only for you to step way back. 

“How dare you lie about that too.” You whispered, barely holding back sobs.

“I’m not lying Y/n, I lo-”

“Do not say it again” You snapped, “Get the fuck out of my house.” Suguru wanted to stay, he wanted to fight for your relationship, and for the opportunity to try again. But, you were very clear. And at this point, he had to realize he was just doing more harm than good. He took a shaky breath as he threw on his jacket.

“Fine. I’ll leave.” He muttered. The moment he was on the other side of the door, he heard your sobbing. He at least managed to make it to the wheel of his car before he had his own breakdown.

Yep, It’s true, romance really was dead. Suguru Geto had shot it in the chest and in the head.

[every1lovespluto]

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

smut- 🎀, fluff- 💗

f- fit, d- drabble, h- head cannons

SATURO GOJO

𐄹 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 . ִ ֗ husband hcs! (💗,h)

TOJI FUSHIGURO

NANAMI KENTO

𐄹 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 . ִ ֗ husband hcs! (💗,h)

SUGURO GETO

𐄹 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 . ִ ֗ husband hcs! (💗,h)

SUKUNA RYOMEN

𐄹 ꒷꒦ 𓄹 . ִ ֗ husband hcs! (💗,h)

[mrskokushibo]

I have a confession to make. I absolutely love Attack on Titan. It has been my safe, smut-free space for a while now.

Until... I reached season 4 and adult Eren Jaeger hit the screen 🤤😋🔥... So now I am considering writing AoT smut on top of already writing for KnY.

What's worse, next on my watch list are Tokyo Revengers and JJK (Baji, Suguro and Sukuna are going to make my brainrot complete ��).

[mikababbles]

Hi friending just curious if you could spread some bon suguro love for me i never see any new fics for my boi. Smut or slow burn would have me on my knees cryin 💕💕 night nightt

HE IS SO HOT MY BRAIN CAN’T COMPREHEND IT 😫😫😫😫

he’d be a sweet boyfriend, princess treatment only for his girl. he didn’t like you at first, because you made friends with Rin really quickly, but he found out that you were actually really sweet and good at studying so he became friends with you and then fell head over heels in love with you, it took a while for him to admit it, he’s a stubborn bastard.

he’d worship you on his knees, kissing you anywhere he can. he uses his fingers a lot, his mouth, too.